Though extremely subtle, the satisfaction was genuine.
[Zoya's Affection for Billie +3]
"Didn't I tell you?" Billie's voice held a hint of seeking praise; she leaned against the doorframe, her gaze openly sweeping over Zoya's taut lower back as she bent to retrieve the cigarettes, then to the faint dimples of Venus peeking out above the low-rise hot pants, unable to tear her eyes away.
Zoya straightened up, tore open the plastic wrap of a cigarette pack, and skillfully flicked one into her mouth.
She didn't rush to light it, turning her head to look at Billie.
"Indeed," Zoya's voice was muffled by the cigarette filter, acknowledging Billie's contribution.
As Billie had said, with cigarettes, she was indeed much happier.
But this was just the beginning; Billie then conjured a bottle of red wine as if by magic.
Zoya's eyes immediately lit up.
[Zoya's Affection for Billie +9]
[Wildfire Witch Zoya and Neon Shadow Witch Billie have become 'Casual Friends']
[Mission Updated]
It seems that...
Even when socializing with herself, there was a certain efficiency gap between the introverted Kuchiha and Billie, the social butterfly.
Moments later, the two arrived on the roof of the abandoned factory.
The rusted metal railings glowed a dull red in the setting sun, and in the distance were the continuous, equally silent silhouettes of factory buildings.
The sky was painted in warm orange-red and deep purple hues.
A colossal sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, casting a fleeting golden edge over the cold steel jungle.
Two old oil drums, brought up from who knows where, served as temporary seats.
After a few glasses of red wine, although this amount of alcohol felt almost imperceptible to Zoya, her taut nerves seemed to relax slightly under the influence of the sunset and the tipsy atmosphere, and the chilling aura that kept others at bay faded considerably.
As for why she always maintained a degree of vigilance towards Billie...
Zoya knew well that even though they shared the same original consciousness, the undisguised, highly purposeful eagerness in Billie's eyes at that moment prevented her from relaxing.
Unsolicited kindness always hides ulterior motives.
Zoya leaned against the railing, a lit cigarette between her fingers, and wisps of pale smoke merged into the twilight.
She gazed at the seemingly burning horizon, her expression unusually relaxed.
Billie stood not far from her side, her gaze drifting from the dazzling sunset to the lines of Zoya's face, which were being caressed by the wind, and suddenly spoke, her voice exceptionally clear on the vast rooftop, with a hint of coaxing:
"You see, we are one; what I think, you actually..."
"Mm, I know..." Zoya didn't even turn her head, her gaze still fixed on the distant setting sun.
Serie herself was a severe beauty enthusiast, and Billie seemed to amplify this several times over.
Billie's smile remained unchanged, even brightening, with an openness that suggested she didn't care if she was seen through.
But Zoya seemed uninterested in this. "But you can save your breath."
"Huh? Why?" Billie's face immediately fell, and she pouted in disappointment.
Not just Billie, but Serie also thought they would be a good match.
Both possessed elemental abilities and carried a hint of being out of control and indulgent.
By all appearances, they were the "experienced adult group."
Compared to the other "innocent and cute kid group," not only would the affection progress bar skyrocket, but there would be many more things the two of them could do.
Unfortunately, Serie only guessed the first part correctly.
"I'm not interested in minors..." Zoya explained airily.
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