“Sandrone, do you not like it?” Columbina looked at the “big guy” walking towards her, instinctively taking two steps back.
[It is truly strange; she clearly seemed to have done this kind of thing before, why was she so angry?]
“I don’t like it!” Sandrone followed behind Pulonia, akimbo, staring unhappily at Columbina.
“Why?” Columbina tilted her head, the six-winged feathers on top of her head drooping down.
She clearly thought it sounded super nice.
Sandrone glanced at her in surprise; could the feathers on her head actually do that?
However, that was not the main point.
Because Rosalyne’s funeral had forcefully delayed her experimental progress by half a day, she had to hurry up and catch up.
She didn’t expect that Columbina, who had been warned yesterday, would act like she had amnesia and come bother her again.
Yet this person actually had the nerve to ask her why.
Thinking of this, Sandrone could not help clenching her fists and said coldly, “Columbina, are you leaving or not?
If you don’t leave, I’ll have Pulonia throw you out.”
[Forget it, since the goal has already been achieved, it’s better not to disturb him anymore.]
“Then Sandrone, remember to rest early, I’ll come find you to play tomorrow.” Columbina said with concern, humming a ballad, her charming figure disappearing on the spot.
“♪ ♪ ♪”
“Leaving just like that?” Sandrone looked at the laboratory that had returned to quietness, her mood turning good again.
At last, there was no annoying little dove disturbing her from doing experiments.
“Pulonia, close the door.”
As the door closed, the sound of Sandrone tinkering with mechanical components came from the laboratory once again.
On the other side, Columbina looked at the extra 5 system coins in his phone, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
However, at this rate, it would still take some time to achieve financial freedom.
[Should I sleep now?]
Unawares, sleepiness surged toward Columbina like a tide.
[Wait.] Columbina’s spirits perked up as she thought of a serious problem: it seemed that she still had the hunger value penalty mechanism on her.
But an hour had already passed, right?
Why wasn’t it showing?
Columbina tried to communicate with it through consciousness in her mind, and unexpectedly, she really saw it.
[Please hold hands with a girl in time] (Current hunger value: 60)
[# Please enter text *]
[Who can I look for this late?]
[Sandrone?
But I was just driven out!]
[It seems, it seems I can only ask Arlecchino for help.]
[You…]
At this moment, Columbina just wanted to greet Hill’s entire family, although she might not have any relatives.
[Is this a golden finger?]
[Why does it even have mutual restrictions?]
[I only wished to hold girls’ hands every day, not to be welded to their hands.]
[Goddess of wisdom?
Bah, I think she’s a goddess of mental disability.]
Complaints aside, Columbina’s footsteps did not pause at all; fortunately, Arlecchino’s residence was not far from here.
In a short while, Columbina came to Arlecchino’s door.
“Dong—”
“Arlecchino, it’s me.”
The door was only knocked once before it opened inwards.
Arlecchino stood behind the door, wearing loungewear, looking at her with a concerned expression, “Columbina, it’s so late, is there anything wrong?
Your complexion doesn’t look too good.”
Columbina felt a warmth in her heart.
[Father is still the best.]
“Arlecchino, can you lend me your hand for a moment?” Columbina mustered up her courage and slowly spoke.
Arlecchino was somewhat surprised, but did not refuse.
“Of course.” Arlecchino extended his hand.
Columbina gently placed her hand on top, and holding it instantly felt different from Sandrone.
“Arlecchino’s hand is very warm.” Columbina evaluated.
“Is that so?” Arlecchino smiled, “The children all say that.”
“Are you feeling a bit better?” She looked at Columbina, asking, “Is there anything I can do for you?”
A rosy hue returned to Columbina’s face as she let go of the hand and thanked her, “Thank you, but do you have anything to eat here?”
Arlecchino handed her a few pieces of bread, “Line your stomach with these first.”
Taking the bread, the bite she took brought an indescribable satisfaction.
“Arlecchino, why are you so good to me?” After eating, Columbina’s spirits recovered a lot.
“We are friends.” Arlecchino smiled, “Isn’t it natural for friends to help each other?”
“Friends?”
“That’s right, Sandrone and I are both your friends.”
Meeting Arlecchino’s loving gaze, Columbina inexplicably felt like crying. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
No one had said such words to her for a long time.
“Arlecchino, today, can I stay at your place for the night?” Columbina requested.
Now she was still not sure if the hunger value penalty would take effect at night; what if she transmigrated again while sleeping?
Arlecchino’s brow furrowed slightly, and she asked with some concern, “Columbina, do you have any reason?”
“Um…
I heard you’re going to Fontaine soon, aren’t I just reluctant to part with you?” Columbina made up a reason.
“Then Columbina, if there’s any poor hospitality, please point it out.” Arlecchino thought about it and still agreed; she always felt that Columbina’s mental state wasn’t very good after Rosalyne’s death, hoping this could comfort him a bit.
“Sorry to disturb you, Arlecchino.” Columbina expressed her thanks once again.
“Columbina, do you need me to take you to the bathroom?” Arlecchino seemed to notice the fatigue on Columbina’s body and suggested.
“Thank you.” Columbina followed behind Arlecchino and found the bathroom.
“As for the pajamas, I’ve put them inside for you.
If you need anything, call me again.” After briefing Columbina on some matters, Arlecchino returned to the living room to read the newspaper, a trace of worry still hanging on her face.
When Columbina stepped into the bathroom, her brain suddenly buzzed.
[That’s not right, I am Columbina now, wouldn’t I be completely seen all over when taking a bath?]
A trace of a blush climbed onto Columbina’s exquisitely beautiful face.
Wouldn’t this be bad?
After all, she was an upright gentleman.
Brain speed couldn’t keep up with hand speed; before she could react, the clothes on her body had already all fallen off.
And Columbina’s perfect figure was exposed to the air stark naked.
When she caught a glimpse of the pair of snow-white contours on her chest, her brain seemed to stop functioning instantly, and a scream uncontrollably rushed out of her mouth.
“Ah!”
Arlecchino, who was reading the newspaper, hurried over following the commotion and asked with concern, “Columbina, are you okay?”
“I-I’m fine?” There was obvious panic in Columbina’s voice.
“Really okay?” Arlecchino worried.
“Mm.” Columbina inside responded.
Until she heard the commotion outside walk away, Columbina quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
[It’s over, I’m afraid I’ve fallen in love with myself.]
Blocking out those wicked thoughts, Columbina turned on the water flow.
Amidst the warm water flow, two soft arcs were trembling slightly with his head-lowering movement, and water droplets rolled down that fair skin, sinking into the deeper ravine.
Columbina squeezed the body wash into her hand, and then gently and evenly applied it onto her soft and smooth skin.
Mmm…
enjoyably silky-smooth.
The scent of body wash in the air intertwined with Columbina’s natural body fragrance, forming a hint of sweet, rich, and mellow freshness.