Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 424 - 217: Shiayar, Don’t Open Your Eyes, I’m Ennie (Three-in-One)

"Shiayar, wake up, we still have things to do..."

Outside the window came the sound of swirling wind and snow.

Through the window, one could see the vast endless snowfield in the distance.

Occasionally, a gust of wind would sweep across the snowfield, causing the entire silver fir forest to rustle, and the snow dust on the fir tree’s top would also shake off.

The only small night lamp on the table emitted a dim light.

Shiayar opened his eyes and saw only the golden-haired girl awake in his arm, looking at him closely with her sky-blue eyes.

The light golden long hair spread over Shiayar’s arm, carrying a slightly ticklish sensation.

The tips of Shiayar’s fingers brushed over the girl’s snow-white and gracefully contoured back, bringing a warm and incredibly smooth sensation, mesmerizing him unconsciously.

Shiayar yawned and looked at the snow-covered landscape outside the window.

"Why did you make the Garden of Eden’s background look like Ceylon?"

"Because... I am now increasingly nostalgic for the time we spent in Ceylon."

The golden-haired girl curled up in Shiayar’s embrace, slightly raising her head to gaze at Shiayar’s face.

She blinked those beautiful sky-blue eyes and softly said, "In Ceylon, although we were not quite familiar with each other back then, and had not yet made that kind of pact..."

"But at least—"

"At that time, you belonged solely to me."

The girl’s voice was very pleasant, like the chime of a midnight bell.

Yet, it carried a slight sigh and helplessness, pouring out in the winds and snow sounds outside the window.

"There was no Miss Silvia or Her Majesty the Empress to compete with me."

"Unlike now—"

"Only in such brief moments can I have you all to myself for a short time."

She gently extended her snow-white arm and softly wrapped it around Shiayar’s neck.

"However, in the end... this is just a small bit of my possessiveness."

Those delicate white fingers lightly caressed Shiayar’s face.

Desiring to cling to Shiayar, to once again return to that tender bedding.

"There’s a long time until daybreak..."

"We guess we could have another go."

"I’ve been looking forward to this reunion for a long time now..."

"See, I have put on your favorite black stockings just for you today."

That melodious voice was like the song of a nightingale.

Echoing ethereally, drawing Shiayar into that dreamy tender world.

But feeling the soft warm body of the girl in his embrace,

Shiayar glanced at the golden-haired girl in his arms, whose black stocking-clad leg was faintly showing between the bedding seams, and the emotions in his eyes slowly calmed down.

"Who are you?"

Shiayar’s soft words caused the tender body in his arms to stiffen slightly.

A trace of panic flashed in her sky-blue eyes, but they quickly calmed down.

The golden-haired girl gently bit her luscious red lips, just about to speak when Shiayar’s voice interrupted her.

"If it were Ennie, even if she wasn’t satisfied earlier and wanted to get intimate with me again..."

"She would only tug on my sleeve with a blushing face and never be so forward as to invite me."

"Especially black stockings, which are Ennie’s cherished weapon. Even if she had prepared them early, she would certainly keep them hidden as a trump card, not easily revealing them without first whetting my appetite."

Shiayar sat up on the bed, leaning half against the bed’s back, examining the golden-haired girl in front of him.

No matter how critically one scrutinizes, the girl in front has a face almost identical to Enola’s, flawless, and even her voice is exactly the same.

However, upon seeing her at first glance, Shiayar vaguely sensed a certain subtle unfamiliarity.

He couldn’t specify exactly what detail went wrong; if a reason must be given, it would probably be the Sixth Sense.

This was a unique tacit understanding between Shiayar and Enola, formed after countless days and nights spent together... perhaps it could be described as a psychic connection.

In this understanding, just a glance suffices for them to know each other’s intentions, with no possibility of mistakes or confusion.

This is why, upon Shiayar’s return to the Fourth Epoch, Silvia thought he had lost his memory, hesitating to recognize him, while Enola had not a shred of doubt.

Just one glance, Enola could identify the Shiayar before her as the real Shiayar, not an impostor possessed by the Ancient Sun God.

Similarly, this applied to Shiayar recognizing Enola as well.

The golden-haired girl was knelt in a duck sitting posture on the soft bedding.

Listening to Shiayar’s words, a trace of astonishment crossed her sky-blue eyes.

"Haven’t you two been living together in the Garden of Eden for ten years now? Such a long time could be considered as an old couple; haven’t you seen all kinds of romantic antics?"

"How come..."

Her words remained unfinished, but their meaning was already crystal clear.

How could they still be like this even as an old couple when being intimate?

Still pulling on each other’s sleeves bashfully? Are you like a virgin couple dating for the first time?

"Well, I am helpless too... but Ennie indeed is like this."

Shiayar sighed helplessly: "If I have to find a reason..."