But soon after, Shiayar began to regret the praise he had just given to Jayee.
Because the next moment, he heard the faint footsteps behind him, descending from the second floor and drawing ever closer.
And the faint, lingering sandalwood scent that had been with him day and night for the past decade, already deeply etched into Shiayar's soul, wafted to his nostrils.
"Back when you saved me in Ceylon... you even said you wanted me to be your pretty girl, your cherished comfort."
"But now it seems, Student Shiayar, you have quite a few cherished comforts."
A pleasing voice arose by Shiayar's ear. Immediately after, he felt a warm, soft body sit down beside him on the couch.
Enola leaned her head against Shiayar's shoulder, her sandalwood-scented, light golden hair cascading from her forehead and falling onto Shiayar's neck, bringing a slight tickling sensation.
Shiayar felt two warm hands rest on his temples, gently massaging them.
