Felyn couldn’t help but take a sniff.
In this kind of situation, who could resist sniffing it? Tell me!
Saying it smells great would sound a bit fake—it’s not like this is some romance novel where the female lead has to smell like a pickle jar, with fragrance coming from every inch of her body.
Her pink and smooth feet gave off a faint scent unique to a young girl, like a newborn baby, making people want to get closer.
Cough cough, no, more like wanting to protect it.
Because she had just been walking, Viloti’s soles were slightly warm, but the tops of her feet had a silky coldness like milk.
Viloti shut her eyes tightly, her lashes slightly trembling.
Her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt as she tried her best to hide the panic inside.
As Felyn’s fingers slid across, her expression started to waver too.
She was trying very hard not to make strange noises, but a soft moan still escaped from her throat.
Felyn’s palms were slightly sweaty as he thought to himself: This texture feels way too good!
“Fe-Felyn, do-don’t bully me…”
Seeing Felyn’s hand still resting on her foot, Viloti squeezed out those words.
She covered her face with both hands, but her tense legs didn’t move away.
“Sorry sorry sorry, Viloti’s feet are just too beautiful. I didn’t notice I was admiring them for too long.”
“I, Felyn, own up to what I do! I looked, so I looked. I touched, so I touched!”
This line left a deep impression on Lady Viloti, not just now, but it would be something she remembered even in the future.
Felyn pulled out a Healing Seal from his pocket, finally focusing on the real matter.
Even Viloti’s heel had been rubbed raw into blisters.
She really… could endure pain.
“It’s going to hurt a bit, bear with it.”
“Mm, I’m not afraid of pain.”
Even though she said that, the moment the Healing Seal was applied, Felyn still felt her sharply inhale, and her calf twitched slightly.
With the help of the Healing Seal, Viloti’s heel returned to perfect condition once more.
Felyn helped Viloti put her stockings back on, then sat down again on the bench.
The sun was slowly sinking into the horizon, everything in sight bathed in a reddish copper hue.
He gazed at the setting sun across the river, suddenly feeling as if he had no regrets in life.
Like the final episode of a TV series, as if everything had ended perfectly.
Why am I having this kind of thought?!
Feels like I’m about to get written out of the show in the next second.
All I did was touch a pretty girl’s feet, can you have a little more ambition, Felyn!?
Viloti, beside him, was also caught in an inner struggle.
The sunset glow cast on her profile, making her reflective eyes even more nostalgic.
Spending a whole day with Felyn, going through all kinds of things, she couldn’t help but miss the old days—they were so beautiful.
Those memories she had sealed away came flooding back, and in every frame, Felyn was there.
“Felyn, I’m sorry.”
Viloti suddenly spoke.
“Mm? Why the sudden apology?”
“I want to say sorry for everything in the past.”
“The past? Viloti, you’ve never done anything wrong to me.”
Viloti shook her head—she knew she had treated Felyn badly before.
All her energy had been spent just getting through life, ignoring Felyn while enjoying the convenience he brought.
By the time Felyn left her side, and she finally had the energy to notice him, she realized she couldn’t live without him.
“Felyn, are we… friends now?”
“Hmm… I guess so.”
Felyn realized it was getting hard to say heartless words to Viloti anymore.
Was it because I had touched her feet?
He leaned back against the bench and sighed deeply.
“Felyn, for the last half hour, I have a request…”
“No matter what it is, I’ll say yes.”
“Can we… just be like ordinary friends?”
Felyn didn’t quite get it. “Ordinary friends?”
“Just, Felyn doesn’t have to go out of his way to take care of me. Just treat me the way you normally would, at your own pace.”
“That’s all?”
“Mm, that’s all.”
What Felyn didn’t know was that, to Viloti, the real him was more precious than anything else.
“All right then, if it’s Lady Viloti’s request, it must be granted.”
Even though he said that, Felyn wasn’t really sure how to truly act around Viloti.
If he had to say it, he kind of wanted to ask if he could touch her feet again…
But yeah, that was too hard to say out loud.
What did being real around a girl even mean?
Felyn didn’t quite know either.
He had spent too long in the roleplay game, always fulfilling the ladies’ wishes, and his own inner desires had already faded away.
Didn’t know what to do? Then he just wouldn’t do anything.
Felyn shifted his sitting posture, trying to get more comfortable.
“Is doing nothing okay?”
“Mm!” Viloti softly responded.
The sun gradually sank, dusk slowly blanketing Homhot.
After running around all day, Felyn’s exhaustion finally caught up to him, and his eyelids grew heavy.
Just in time, a shoulder carrying that unique youthful, fresh scent appeared beside him.
Before he knew it, his head had lightly leaned against Viloti’s shoulder, and his breathing became steady.
Viloti carefully adjusted her posture, helping Felyn rest more comfortably.
She hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand to gently stroke his hair, brushing it tenderly.
Her hand moved softly, rhythmically, never tiring.
At that moment, Felyn belonged to her alone.
Even though Felyn did nothing in that final half hour, Viloti didn’t feel disappointed at all.
Because in her heart, she had faintly touched the real Felyn.
Even if it was just for half an hour, she truly touched it.
Night had fully fallen over Homholt, stars beginning to shine in the sky.
Felyn sat on the bench as the world around him seemed to fast-forward at double speed, the passersby turning into streaks of light before his eyes.
Viloti stayed on the bench, waiting for him to wake, only then standing up to bid him goodbye.
He had to admit—waking up to see Viloti’s beautiful, adorable face was a blessing.
Felyn bought a cup of coffee and sat back down, trying to perk up and get ready to face Adeline tonight.
He had really been through the wringer today.
Bernice, Zervanie, Viloti—and next up, Adeline.
This long day was finally coming to an end.
He just didn’t know what kind of torment Adeline had in store for him.
Felyn had already taken a shower in the locker room, to avoid Adeline smelling Viloti’s scent on him.
If she caught that scent on him, it would not be funny.
Adeline, with her gentle surface but terrifyingly competitive core, had been acting hot and cold toward Viloti lately, and Felyn couldn’t quite figure her out.
Playing it safe couldn’t hurt.
Nighttime Homhot felt like a different world.
If the day was full of sweetness and longing, the night was completely wild.
On the street corner, someone was leaning against a wall vomiting, while his friends laughed uproariously.
A few students in uniforms were trying their hardest to act funny in front of girls wearing heavy makeup, forcing out awkward laughs.
In front of the tavern, a couple was in the middle of a fierce argument, the girl’s sobs mixed with the man’s angry shouts.
This was Homhot at night—this was humanity at night.
Lively, but Felyn felt out of place.
He suddenly thought of a few hours earlier, when Viloti was beside him.
The world then had felt so quiet, everything in perfect order, not like now—chaotic and unruly.
It was time to leave.
Felyn braced his hands on his knees and stood up, lightly slapping his own cheeks.
As long as he could get through Adeline next, his day would finally be over.
Right now, Felyn missed his own bed dearly.
If he couldn’t sleep in his own bed tonight, he might actually break down.
But that would never happen. Felyn never stayed out overnight.
[Felyn, are you there yet?]
(End of Chapter)