Chapter 106 : Not Disliked
“What are you laughing at?”
Eve could not help asking.
Ever since she had answered that question, Vivian had been laughing for several minutes straight. She simply would not stop. If this continued any longer, she might as well schedule an appointnt with the psychiatry departnt.
“Hehe… hmph, hehehe…” Vivian waved a hand and covered her mouth. Her eyes curved into crescents, filled with satisfaction. Only after she had laughed herself tired did she finally stop.
She let out a long sigh, then pinched Eve’s cheek lightly—not too hard, not too soft. “I am laughing at you. How boring. Why did you not refuse?”
It was not that she had lost interest. On the contrary, she thought it was rather nice this way—better than all that effort going to waste. In her mind, she kept replaying the sight of Eve at that mont, completely letting down her guard and surrendering to the pleasure.
So beautiful. That was when she looked the most beautiful—ten thousand tis more beautiful than at any other ti. How could such a perfect being exist in this world?
Vivian even began to suspect that all of this was an illusion. It felt like soone who had eaten coarse grain for over a decade tasting fine rice for the very first ti. She could almost understand her elder sister now.
This was madness…
“Because I do not dislike it.”
Eve’s calm voice interrupted her thoughts.
“What did you say?”
“I said that I do not dislike being in contact with you. Kissing you. Or doing that sort of thing.”
Vivian stared at her for a long while, unable to process it. She reached out and touched Eve’s forehead, muttering under her breath, “You do not have a fever… How strange. Could it be that after one round, you suddenly grew a brain?”
“…What do you an?”
Seeing that Eve still looked as foolish as ever, Vivian finally relaxed. “All right. You are still the sa.”
That had frightened her. For a mont, she had thought soone else had taken over her body. To say sothing like that… how shaless. How brazen. Truly taking advantage and pushing further, hmph!
Vivian silently scolded her as a perverted rogue several tis, yet she leaned forward of her own accord to press kisses against the corner of Eve’s mouth, then her lips—a blatant double standard.
So what? She would do exactly as she pleased. She liked it this way.
She was Vivian Hatherin, a being above ten thousand others. No one had ever judged anything she did. Who would dare? Who even could?
If she scolded you, you endured it. If she stepped on you, you endured it. If she disciplined you, you endured it. If she withheld from you, you still endured it.
With that thought, the faint trace of embarrassnt in her heart was imdiately replaced by her familiar arrogance. She nonchalantly put back on the black silk stockings and panties she had taken off earlier.
When her fingertips brushed over the other pair—the larger, more mature style—she shot Eve a slightly regretful glance. If the size had not been so obviously unsuitable, she would have switched to wearing them herself.
“Please return them to …”
“What is the problem? I have already taken your first ti. What is wrong with taking one more pair of your panties?”
At that, Eve hesitated for a long while before withdrawing her hand. She could only watch as her own underwear was treated like so rare treasure, examined carefully from top to bottom and even lifted to be sniffed.
“Miss, that is not very hygienic…”
“Silence! Whether it is hygienic is for to decide!” Vivian shot her a glare, clearly displeased at being interrupted. With a cold snort, she neatly folded the more mature-style pair.
She seed to have so inexplicable, peculiar fixation—always wanting to grasp everything in her hands. Let alone all of Eve; even a pair of not-yet-dried panties would not escape her.
As if doing so could permanently claim a certain mont as her own.
“Mm…”
Scolded again, Eve looked as though she wanted to speak but stopped herself, faintly aggrieved. The ways of city folk were still far too advanced for her.
Two drops nearly slipped out.
After putting the panties away, Vivian glanced at the darkness outside the car window and asked, “Are you sober? Is your head still spinning? Can you walk?”
“I am fine.”
“Then carry back,” she said in a faintly resentful tone, returning to her usual lofty deanor. “I am exhausted, and you are perfectly at ease.”
During the brief mont she was speaking, Eve had already straightened her clothes. Apart from the cool, slightly uncomfortable sensation from wearing nothing underneath, she moved efficiently and did as instructed.
One hand slipped beneath Vivian’s knees, the other wrapped around her back. With a slight exertion of strength, she lifted her steadily into her arms.
Vivian naturally raised her arms around Eve’s neck, resting her face in the crook of her shoulder. She caught a trace of perspiration in the air—pleasant. Instinctively, she leaned closer, inhaling deeply.
The air inside the carriage was still thick with lingering intimacy, faint traces of what had transpired refusing to dissipate.
Vivian closed her eyes and let Eve carry her. Eve fumbled for the door handle, opened the car door, and stepped into the cool night air.
“Hmm?”
Eve’s gaze drifted to a man sitting on the curb. He appeared to have fallen asleep with his head resting on his knees. The ground around him was littered with cigarette butts, burned down alongside him.
Dedication, indeed.
He had endured the cold wind and waited here for several hours without complaint. When Eve did not move, Vivian sensed it and opened her eyes to look as well.
“What are you standing there for? What is there to look at? What if I catch a cold? Hmph.”
Though her words sounded harsh and rciless, she was already planning in her heart to have the Head Maid increase his salary. He deserved a reward. After all, she was in a good mood—everything seed pleasing to her now.
The driver: I am the one who deserves it.
On the way back, when Eve asked whether they should deliberately avoid other people’s sight, her thoughtfulness was rewarded only with a cold stare.
“What? Are you ashad to be seen carrying ?”
Faced with that soul-searching question, Eve regretted speaking at all. She could only explain calmly, “You misunderstand, Miss. I was considering your reputation.”
“Heh.” Vivian curled her lip disdainfully and tugged hard at the collar around Eve’s neck. “If you do not mind wearing this, why would I mind being carried?”
“Or are you…”
Her words cut off abruptly.
Their gazes landed on a golden-haired figure passing by. It was Head Maid Sylvia, holding today’s inspection report in her hand.
The two of them—and one Vampire—fell into synchronized silence.
A mont ago, Vivian had confidently declared that she did not mind. The next second, her entire face flushed red, even the tips of her ears stained pink. She instinctively buried her face against Eve’s chest, as though that might make her vanish from the Head Maid’s sight.
Eve remained calm and nodded at Sylvia.
After her initial shock and delight, Sylvia lowered her eyes at once. Professional composure allowed her to control her expression.
“Welco back, Miss. Good evening.”
Vivian covered her face and waved a hand. “Sa as always. Since you have seen it, keep your mouth shut.”
“Understood.” Sylvia bowed slightly, then lifted her eyes to cast Eve a swift, aningful glance—one that seed to say, [Well done.]
“Shall I prepare a al for you?”
“No need. I am not hungry.” After speaking, Vivian snuggled further into Eve’s arms and urged in a voice only Eve could hear, “Go, go…”
How adorable.
Eve stepped forward as instructed, leaving behind Sylvia, who struggled to maintain her expression even as her shoulders trembled slightly, and a corridor filled with an awkward yet pleasant atmosphere.
“Did you not say you did not mind?” Eve made no effort to lower her voice. It echoed clearly through the corridor.
“Are you mocking ?! Stop talking! I am angry! I truly will be angry! If you say another word, do you believe that you will not be sleeping tonight?!”
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