Even though she was the one who had walked through those difficult years, she now had to turn around and comfort this girl who was crying for her.
Listening to Amber’s gentle words and feeling the Warmth of her embrace, the sourness in Skirk’s heart didn’t lessen but instead became more turbulent.
She felt she was being too emotional, too willful; she was clearly a thick-skinned man in her past life, so how did she become such a crybaby?
Was this all the influence of the fusion of body and soul?
Dammit!
[System:…
(Hiding its contribution and fame)]
The two of them just stood there quietly embracing for a moment.
The air in the small house seemed to become warm and peaceful, with only each other’s heartbeats and Amber’s gentle patting.
After a while, Skirk’s emotions finally calmed down.
She shyly lifted her head from Amber’s arms, her cheeks red and her eyes still a bit moist, as she murmured softly:
“I’m…
I’m sorry…
I shouldn’t have peeked…
I won’t do it again…”
Seeing her looking both ashamed and guilty, and even a bit pitiful, Amber was both annoyed and amused; that little bit of gloom from earlier vanished into thin air.
She reached out and habitually rubbed the top of Skirk’s head, her tone carrying a hint of indulgence:
“Hmph!
You’ve already seen everything!
I’ll put this on your tab for now!
Alright, I’m going to go wash up!”
She gave a playful wink and turned to walk into the bathroom, leaving Skirk standing alone in the bedroom, a blush and undried tear stains still on her face, but her heart feeling warm.
When Amber finished washing up and came out changed into comfortable home clothes, her hair was still wet and draped over her shoulders.
Seeing Skirk still standing blankly in place, she couldn’t help but laugh:
“What are you dazing off for?
Go take a shower!
Today was too rushed, I didn’t have time to buy you new clothes, so wear my pajamas for now.
They’re in the closet, help yourself.
They…
shouldn’t be too tight?”
She sized up Skirk’s build, which was more than half a head taller than her own.
“Oh…
okay.”
Skirk snapped out of it, and with a red face, she pulled out the loosest-looking white cotton nightgown from Amber’s closet.
Holding it, she walked into the bathroom with stiff, uncoordinated steps.
Closing the door, warm steam began to spread.
Looking at that cold yet dazed and blushing face in the mirror, Skirk suddenly realized a serious problem:
How am I supposed to wash?!
Although the soul fusion made her no longer completely unfamiliar with a female body, having to wash it herself…
this feeling was still too bizarre!
She tried her best not to look at the curvaceous body in the mirror, which appeared even more seductive in the hazy steam.
She rinsed herself hurriedly, her movements as stiff as if she were cleaning a precision instrument rather than her own body.
Her cheeks grew redder and redder under the rising steam.
After finally finishing and putting on Amber’s nightgown—which was still a bit small for her, with a slightly low neckline and a hem that only reached mid-thigh—Skirk felt extremely uncomfortable.
What was even worse was that waist-length silver-white hair!
It was wet and clinging to her body, thick and long; she had absolutely no idea how to deal with it!
She rubbed it haphazardly with a towel, only to make it messier.
The strands tangled together like a frowzy silver dandelion.
She looked at her disheveled self in the mirror, wanting to cry but having no tears.
Hair care?
This had touched upon her blind spot of knowledge.
Short hair was so much easier!
Helpless, she had to bite the bullet and open a crack in the door, poking out her blushing face that still radiated steam, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz:
“Amber…
um…
my hair…
I don’t know how to do it…”
Amber walked over at the sound and saw the head poking out of the bathroom door with messy wet silver hair, crimson cheeks, and darting eyes.
Then she saw the nightgown on her body, which was even more form-fitting after being dampened by the steam, clearly ill-fitting and outlining seductive curves…
Amber was stunned for a moment, then let out a “pfft” and started laughing.
“Pfft…
have you forgotten this too?”
Amber was both annoyed and amused as she walked into the bathroom and picked up a clean hair towel.
“Come here, come here, I’ll teach you.
You have to know how to do it yourself next time!”
Skirk obediently sat on the small stool in the bathroom, her back to Amber.
Amber stood behind her, gently wrapping her wet long hair in the towel and carefully pressing to absorb the water.
Her fingers nimbly wove through Skirk’s thick silver hair, using her fingertips to gently massage the scalp and comb through the tangled strands.
Her warm fingers occasionally brushed against the sensitive skin on the back of Skirk’s neck, bringing waves of faint electric sensations.
“First, use the towel to absorb most of the water.
Don’t rub too hard, it’ll damage the hair.
Then…
use a comb, you have to start from the ends and slowly comb out the tangles, bit by bit moving up…”
Amber’s voice sounded exceptionally gentle in the swirling steam as she explained common knowledge while working.
Skirk closed her eyes, feeling Amber’s gentle touch and patience.
The fragrance of shampoo and Amber’s sun-like scent lingered at the tip of her nose.
”
“Amber…”
Skirk suddenly spoke.
“Thank you so much for today…
I…
I also shouldn’t have been so presumptuous as to look at your diary…”
“I already said it’s okay!”
“From now on, we’re super good friends!
After all…
you’ve seen all my secrets!”
Bang!
The door suddenly flew open.
Outside the door stood the Spindrift Knight, Eula Lawrence, travel-worn and with fatigue and worry in her icy blue eyes.
Inside the door was the silver-haired girl, Skirk, wearing oversized pajamas, her hair wet and wrapped in a towel, her cheeks still flushed from the bath, and her eyes looking bewildered.
Their eyes met.
The expression on Eula’s face instantly froze from a trace of weary concern, then, as if swept by a Siberian cold current, it rapidly solidified into a thousand miles of ice!
In Amber’s home…
late at night…
a mysterious silver-haired beauty…
just finished bathing…
wearing Amber’s pajamas…
All the fragments of information exploded in Eula’s mind, piecing together a scene that made her heart stop!
My home’s been stolen!??”
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”