She rolled halfway across the bed, finding a comfortable position.
Xing lay on the other side of the bed, maintaining a polite distance.
Both fell silent, with only the low hum of the Astral Express engine continuing in the background.
"Um... Xing?"
A few minutes later, March 7th's voice sounded in the darkness, with a hint of hesitation.
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
Xing turned her head, though she couldn't see the other person's expression in the dark.
"Can you move your hand?"
Xing froze for a moment, then realized her right hand had somehow landed on the other person. The sensation was soft, warm, and the position seemed a bit off... "Oh, sorry."
She quickly withdrew her hand, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.
Silence spread again.
Another half minute passed.
"Put... put it lower! Don't put it there again!"
March 7th's voice was clearly tinged with shame and anger.
Xing was startled, realizing that after she had withdrawn her hand, her subconscious mind seemed to have developed a certain curiosity about the touch, which was completely different from March 7th's usual feel. Her hand had unconsciously returned—and had even switched from the right side to the left.
How terrifying!
"Oh, sorry."
Xing apologized again, her tone so calm that even she found it a bit excessive. "Just a little curious."
She honestly moved her hand down, avoiding sensitive areas, and placed it on the other person's waist.
This should be fine, right?
"Mmm..." March 7th seemed to sigh in relief.
However, Xing's thoughts were still immersed in the day's information, and her hand unconsciously rubbed the other person's waist lightly twice, then slid down a bit further, purely out of absentmindedness.
Yes! It was absentmindedness!
"Slap!"
A crisp sound exploded in the darkness.
Followed by the dull thud of a heavy object falling.
March 7th sat up in a panic and turned on the bedside lamp.
Xing was seen having rolled off the bed, lying on her side on the floor, motionless.
There was a clear red palm print on her left cheek.
"Xing? Xing! Are you okay?"
March 7th quickly crawled off the bed and squatted beside Xing, shaking her.
Xing barely opened one eye, her vision blurry, her head buzzing.
"I... I think I saw stars... so many stars..."
She murmured, then her head lolled to the side, and she completely fainted.
March 7th sat blankly on the floor, looking at her hand, then at Xing, who had fainted with a slap mark on her face. Her expression changed from panic to bewilderment, and finally to a mix of laughter and tears.
"It's over... I knocked Xing out... with Sister Himeko's hand..."
She wailed softly, "How am I going to explain this tomorrow...?"
St. Freya Academy · Kiana's Room
Under different starlit skies, different worlds.
Kiana hummed an off-key tune as she pushed open her room door.
Today had been rather ordinary—classes, training, cooking (and eating) with Mei, playing games with Bronya, except that Aunt had somehow fallen in the kitchen. Kiana was a little worried, but Aunt seemed fine.
"This lady is exhausted..."
She stretched lazily, ready to pounce directly onto the soft, large bed.
Then she stopped.
On her pillow, there was something that shouldn't have been there.
It was a stuffed doll, about twenty centimeters tall, incredibly exquisitely crafted.
Its main body was a mysterious purplish-black, wearing a tiny witchs hat, dressed in an intricate Lolita-style gown, with long grayish-white hair spilling out from under the brim of the hat.
The doll's face wore a faint smile, and its purplish-black eyes were made of some smooth material, reflecting a subtle sheen under the light.
"Eh?"
Kiana blinked her sapphire eyes, approached the bed, and tilted her head, examining this uninvited guest. "Whose is this? Did Mei send it? Or Bronya?"
She reached out and picked up the stuffed doll.
The touch was unusually soft and comfortable; the filling didn't seem to be ordinary cotton, but rather an elastic and warm material.
The fabric was high-grade, and the lace on the skirt hem was so delicate it didn't look machine-stitched.
Kiana held the doll up to her eyes, examining it carefully.
Then, out of pure curiosity—yes! It was curiosity!—she lifted the doll's skirt.
"…"
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