Upon hearing this, Sandrone’s face flushed instantly.
What on earth is that guy Columbina saying!
What does she mean by going to my bedroom, what does she want to do?!
“Hey, hey, Columbina, stop right there.
I promise you, I will rest on my own.
What are you going to my bedroom for?”
However, Columbina ignored her completely; who knew if Sandrone was lying to her.
Regardless, today she had to see with her own eyes that Sandrone fell asleep.
Because she had been to Sandrone’s home to sing before, Columbina knew which room Sandrone lived in.
So, in a short while, the two arrived at the door of Sandrone’s room.
And at this moment, Columbina finally stopped.
Rosalyne had taught her that it was best not to enter someone else’s room without permission, as it was very impolite.
So she turned around, “looking” at Sandrone’s shy and angry eyes, “Sandrone, may I come in?”
Sandrone:…
So, this annoying guy actually knows how to ask for others’ opinions?
“No!
You!
Can’t!”
Feeling the force on her hand lighten significantly, Sandrone shook off Columbina and then refused, enunciating every word.
As she spoke, Sandrone opened the room, finally glared fiercely at Columbina, and shut it directly.
“Bang!”
All of this happened in the blink of an eye; before Columbina could react, her hand still hanging in mid-air, the cold door had already separated them.
Columbina’s lips twitched, and her right hand hanging in the air fell powerlessly.
she had been rejected by Sandrone.
But it didn’t matter; staying outside was fine too.
As long as Sandrone didn’t leave the room, she was resting.
Thinking this, Columbina found a spot and quietly squatted at the doorway, motionless.
Sandrone, rest well; I won’t let you be this tired in the future.
Columbina thought this, a faint smile unconsciously appearing at the corner of her mouth.
But come to think of it, what does Sandrone look like when she’s asleep?
I really want to know.
Unfortunately, there’s no chance to see it.
Columbina just squatted at Sandrone’s door, waiting until the door slowly opened a crack, and Sandrone walked out wearing a nightgown.
she originally wanted to come out to brew a cup of tea, but the corner of her eye inadvertently caught sight of Columbina squatting to the side.
That appearance was exactly like a small animal abandoned on the roadside in Snezhnaya City.
Sandrone’s heart trembled involuntarily, she frowned, walked forward, and asked, “Columbina, why haven’t you left yet?”
Columbina had originally been thinking about what she should do before returning home; at the very least, save Rosalyne, and preferably take the Doctor away as well.
But suddenly, she saw a pair of familiar legs slowly appearing in her “line of sight” from far to near, and a familiar voice rang in her ears.
It was Sandrone’s legs, and also Sandrone’s voice.
Columbina raised her head abruptly and finally “saw” that familiar face.
“Sandrone…”
“Tsk, Columbina, do you know what you look like right now?
Just like…”
Sandrone stopped halfway through her sentence, looking at the figure in the corner, and for some reason, a wave of pity welled up in her heart.
Does this guy not know how to be embarrassed at all?
The dignified third seat of the Fatui Harbingers, the Lunar God.
Just squatting at her door like this?
Is this appropriate?
Can’t understand what she is trying to do.
But in the end, Sandrone sighed helplessly and reached out to Columbina.
“Get up, quick!
Sandrone grabbed Columbina’s wrist and pulled her up.
“Tell me, Columbina, what exactly do you want to do?”
After pulling Columbina up, Sandrone quickly withdrew her hand, crossed her arms, kept a certain distance from Columbina, and her tone was full of questioning.
Honestly, if it were anyone else, having said those words, they would have been thrown out by her long ago.
Well, though in all likelihood, it wouldn’t have been that gentle.
Columbina placed her index finger against her lips, thought for a while, and then spoke calmly.
“Just wanted to see with my own eyes that Sandrone is resting.”
“Huh?” This answer was completely unexpected to Sandrone.
she had thought…
“Afraid that Sandrone would lie to me,” Columbina added.
Sandrone:…
“Then couldn’t you have said that earlier?
Columbina.”
Upon hearing this, Columbina lowered her head, looking like she had made a mistake.
But soon, she raised her head again, purely defending himself.
“It’s the same; being outside, I can still ensure Sandrone is resting.”
“Ah…”
Looking at Columbina’s appearance, which was a mix of simplicity and a bit of stupidity, Sandrone didn’t know what to say.
Is it worth it for such a trivial matter?
If I never came out, were you planning to keep squatting outside?
Never mind the embarrassment; after all, this is my home, no one can see, and even if they did, they wouldn’t talk about it, but…
aren’t you tired?
You really are an…
idiot.
After a long while, Sandrone sighed, opened the door, “I’m going to brew a cup of tea.
Go inside and wait for me.”
Hmph…
there’s no helping you…
…
When Sandrone returned with two cups of tea, she found Columbina standing blankly in a corner of the room, looking so constrained that she didn’t know where to put her hands and feet.
Sandrone couldn’t help but smile to himself, thinking that Columbina had such a side to her.
she then closed the door, walked to Columbina’s side, and handed over the cup of tea in her right hand.
“I accidentally added too much water, so I brewed an extra cup.
It would be a pity to pour it out, so you can drink it.”
Columbina took the cup of tea.
The tea was clear, and there weren’t many tea leaves, just a thin layer at the very bottom.
It was the kind of tea Columbina liked to drink the most.
“Of course, you shouldn’t drink tea that’s too strong before bed.” Seemingly seeing what Columbina was thinking, Sandrone quickly explained, then took Columbina’s hand and led her to sit on the sofa nearby.
“Also, why so nervous?
Didn’t I tell you to be casual?”
Columbina held the tea with both hands, turning the cup incessantly.
Actually, it wasn’t nervousness, just that she had never seen such an exquisite room and was afraid of breaking Sandrone’s things by moving around.
But she didn’t explain; she opened her mouth and drank the tea.
It was a bit astringent at first, but the aftertaste was a faint sweetness.
“The tea is delicious.”
Upon hearing this, Sandrone smiled proudly, “Of course, just look at who brewed it.
The tea party was originally scheduled for tomorrow, but you are really lucky to be able to drink the good tea I brewed ahead of time.”
As she spoke, Sandrone also sipped the tea and nodded with satisfaction, “Alright, if there’s nothing else, I’m going to rest.
Columbina, are you sure you want to watch me from the side?”
“Yes.” Columbina nodded gently, “As soon as Sandrone is asleep, I will leave.”
“Tsk…” Sandrone shook her head helplessly, “Suit yourself, I can’t be bothered to care about you.”
After speaking, Sandrone stood up, walked to the bed not far away, and lay down with her back to Columbina.
“Columbina?”
Not receiving a response from Columbina, what responded to Sandrone was a gentle sensation.
Sandrone turned around abruptly, looking in Columbina’s direction.
Just like gentle waves lapping against the shore, Sandrone saw rings of soft Lunar Rectangular Force, with Columbina as the center, rippling out in all directions.
Sandrone only felt her own body drifting along with this ring of Lunar Rectangular Force; she could cast off all the soreness in her body, clear away all the stagnation in her nerves, and wash away all the bad emotions accumulated throughout the day.
Simply put, it was very comfortable.
Sandrone looked at Columbina, not knowing what to say.
What could she say?
Columbina…
Forget it.
I’ll listen to you this once; I’ll sleep.
Sandrone obediently lay on the bed, facing Columbina’s direction.
she looked at that youth not far away, not knowing what she was thinking in her heart.
But she only felt her eyelids becoming heavier and heavier.
After high-intensity work, her brain finally relaxed completely at this moment.
Finally, only her rhythmic and shallow breathing remained in the whole room.
Oh, and a blue ocean made of Lunar Rectangular Force.
…
When Sandrone woke up again, she found that Columbina was no longer there.
For some reason, Sandrone felt a bit of regret in her heart.
she sat up from the bed, feeling more refreshed than ever before.
How long had it been since she had slept so relaxedly?
A long time ago, perhaps, long enough that…
when Alain was still around.
Tsk…
Damn it, why did I think of that guy.
A madman who saved the world, simply stupid to the extreme.
Anyway, she would never do that himself.
Thinking this, Sandrone walked from the bed to the floor.
“Huh?”
she suddenly discovered that there seemed to be something extra on her bedside table.
It was…
A cup of coffee kept warm by Lunar Rectangular Force.
And…
A note.
Sandrone picked up the coffee with one hand and the note with the other to check it.
It was written on it:
“Dear Sandrone, when you see this note, I have already left and have had dinner.
You slept so soundly; has it been a long time since you rested that well?
Remember to rest on time in the future.
As for the Doctor’s matter, no need to rush; I have a way.
Also, while you were asleep, I tried brewing you a cup of coffee.
Pulonia guided me, so the taste should be okay.
Knowing you have to work after waking up, I made it to refresh you.
I won’t sing for you tonight.
—Yours, Columbina.”
While reading, Sandrone’s other hand unconsciously brought the cup of coffee to her mouth.
“Hmph…
Columbina, this isn’t even half as good as what I brew.
The timing is wrong, the temperature is wrong, and the ingredients are wrong.”
Sandrone put down the note, put on her formal attire, and prepared to walk to the Laboratory to continue working, but before leaving, she seemed to remember something, turned around, and picked up the cup of coffee.
“Forget it, it’s still a cup of coffee after all; it would be a pity to pour it out.”
A faint, imperceptible smile still tugging at the corner of her mouth, Sandrone walked outside.