Chapter 293
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Chapter 293
This project quickly became a daily routine. Sylas would wake up a little earlier to make breakfast interesting. Then they would lazily lie down and read books after lunch. In the hottest part of the afternoon, they would usually continue reading in the living room with their own books. After a while, Xerath would start to feel discomfort in her head, and Sylas would take advantage of this opportunity to give her a massage, satisfying her own fantasy of touching Xerath.
After avoiding the hottest part of the sun, Sylas would half-forcefully, half-persuasively take Xerath out of the tower to walk around the cliffs near Lake Yongning. But no matter what, to go around Lake Yongning, they had to pass through a small riverbed, and Xerath would always jump into Sylas’s arms and then leave as if nothing had happened.
Once they started talking, the subtle attraction between them became apparent. Once they started a topic, it was difficult to bring it to an end. Usually, Xerath would even follow Sylas to sit on her sofa and continue a completely off-topic conversation that had already drifted far from the dining table. Sylas would yawn before reluctantly stopping and returning to her own bed to sleep.
Sylas was already very happy with this level of companionship. She felt a satisfaction like never before. Her fantasies were all fulfilled by Xerath, without her even having to express them. There was no more feeling of being let down like before. It gave her the motivation to continue her secret admiration for the old, lonely wizard, and to do everything she can for him.
Even if she couldn’t do it now, she could at least try her best. She had been doing things like this since she was eight years old, right? After Xerath left the couch, Sylas lay down and stretched lazily, thinking optimistically.
These ordinary but pleasant days continued for over a month. Everyone wanted them to last forever. However, some unexpected things came without warning, and when they arrived, they would inevitably disrupt the balance of everything.
It was a very ordinary sunny day when Sylas woke up, or more accurately, got up from the couch. In her room, she prepared soft slippers so that her footsteps wouldn’t disturb Xerath. She originally planned to go downstairs and tell Hubert what to cook, but she couldn’t help but be drawn to Xerath.
She lay in the morning light, with the sunlight seeping through the window cracks and spreading across her body, starting from her slender waist.
The reason I say "spread across" instead of "across the blanket" is because Xerath kicked off most of the blanket, hugging the majority of it in her arms. Half of her face was buried in the blanket, with a rosy and healthy complexion, making her distinguishable from the white blanket. Her golden hair was scattered behind her, and her thin shirt fell downwards due to gravity, clearly revealing her figure.
Graceful curves bent below her waist and abruptly rose at her hips. Unlike before, Sylas knew well how it would feel to hold this body. The desire to embrace her burned within her.
Isn’t she cold? Sylas wanted to warm her…
Lake Yongning is an area with a very mild climate. It snows in winter, but even in summer, it doesn’t get too hot. When Sylas got out of bed just now, she felt a slight chill, so she put on an extra jacket. But Xerath just had her hands and feet exposed like that. Sylas attempted to snatch the blanket from her arm, but the old wizard had started to sleep restlessly without her noticing. As soon as she realized someone dared to touch her belongings, she even extended a leg to press down her "pillow."
Sylas had to give up this plan, she walked back to the side of the sofa, brought her own warm blanket, and covered it over Xerath.
Maybe she was feeling cold? Sylas watched Xerath snuggle into the blanket, rubbing against it with satisfaction. But the sleeping movements didn’t end there. Xerath suddenly leaned her head back, her face emerged from the blanket, and she took a deep breath. Then she turned over, shook off the blanket on her, stretched her limbs, and embraced her new blanket.
Sylas let out a gentle sigh, followed by a smile. She had never noticed that the normally cold archmage would have such childish actions in her sleep. Her heart softened even more, and she just wanted to lean down and give her a kiss.
But she couldn’t. Sylas’s hand trembled slightly as it reached towards Xerath. The trembling came from fear, fear came from guilt, and it was clearly not okay.
In the end, she just grabbed the other neglected blanket by Xerath and covered it over her. The window was slowly closed, leaving no gap, and the entire bedroom fell into darkness.
As Sylas walked out of the room, she went through her daily schedule as usual. It used to be a habit for her, as she always had many things to do each day. Such as which book to read, what related notes to take, when to appear in the library or studio, and when to attend classes.
But now her schedule had become very simple: what to have for breakfast, what to do in the morning to pass the time, whether to lie on the terrace or the sofa (depending on where Xerath spontaneously decided to sit and where it was convenient for Sylas to steal glances at her), what to have for lunch, what to do after eating, whether to help Xerath if she was feeling unwell, when to take the reluctant old magician for a walk, what to watch upon returning, whether to sit on the sofa or the terrace, and what desserts or beverages to prepare.
Life had quietly changed from the solitude of one person to the liveliness of two people, although they weren’t really lively between each other. Time came to the afternoon at its regular pace, with Xerath setting aside her book and taking off her glasses, closing her eyes in exhaustion. At that moment, the special thread in Sylas’s mind that captured Xerath’s information suddenly started working, instantly waking Sylas up no matter what she was focused on.
Sylas approached Xerath, took off her glasses, and pressed her thumb against her brow bone, while the rest of her fingers rhythmically massaged her temples.
Xerath’s muscles in these areas also slowly relaxed, and the discomfort from reading for a long time was relieved a lot.
In fact, this feeling was so good that she looked forward to it every day, especially what was coming next…
Next, Sylas slowly moved one hand down, along Xerath’s cheek, wiping the skin on her neck and slipping into her hair.
Using slight pressure, four fingers pressed against the lower edge of her skull.
It felt very comfortable, but Sylas was too close, so close that just the thought of her staring at Xerath from this distance made her blush uncontrollably.
As usual, she lowered her eyelids, not looking into Sylas’s eyes, but only at the buttons on Sylas’s chest.
Sylas’s thumb rested on her chin, gently pressed upward, even forcing her to lift her head. Every time this happened, she couldn’t help but wonder if there would be a kiss, a… kiss that didn’t require her permission.
She dared not lift her eyes, afraid that her rapid breaths would expose her hidden and secretive thoughts. When she couldn’t see, she could freely imagine, imagining Sylas slowly approaching her lips.
A tingling sensation followed as the blood slowly flowed, and her arm and wrist throbbed along with her heartache.
If desires are satisfied, and feelings disappear, then it can be concluded that desires are not satisfied.
Will it happen?
The shadow in front of her moved slowly as Xerath’s imagination began, and suddenly her face was gently brushed by her hair.
Then came the sound of fabric rubbing rapidly, the shadow in front of her left, and the sweet and ambiguous atmosphere in her imagination disappeared completely.
The cool fresh air filled the gap, and when she opened her eyes, Sylas was already standing upright, looking out the window, as if the hair brushing her cheeks just now was just Xerath’s illusion.
She also leaned back, pushed the chair away, walked quickly to the window, and pushed aside the curtains, also looking at the tranquil lake, whispering, "Sylas…"
"…Teacher…"
"Should we go out for a walk?" She turned around, facing those two deep emerald eyes, unable to see what was inside.
"…Okay." She reached out her hand towards Xerath, and Xerath also reached out, holding her hand, they both went downstairs and out the door, walking together on the path they walked every day.
Today, no one said anything. Xerath thought to herself, lowering her head and occasionally looking at Sylas’s profile.
Her hair wasn’t very long, just a bit below her shoulders. It was neatly trimmed and well-maintained, so when she lowered her head, her hair naturally fell down. If her hair brushed against her face, that would mean…
Hope and anticipation subtly arose.
What was she thinking at that moment?
The silence lasted for a whole round, even when they reached the dried-up creek. Xerath clumsily jumped down and bumped into Sylas’s arms. After a brief touch, she let go.
They continued walking until they reached the entrance, where Sylas changed her shoes and went inside. Xerath called out to her.
"…Sylas, there are some things that I’ve been concerned about." She slowly approached Sylas, slightly raising her head to look at her.
Perhaps a bit too close, she could even feel a faint breath brushing against her face. But deep inside, in the heart of the archmage, there was an unsettling restlessness, desiring to be even closer than this distance.
The deep green gem sparkled with a profound light. Polite and soft-spoken, she asked, "What do you care about, teacher?"
Xerath habitually frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke, "I have something I want to ask for your opinion."
"What is it?"
She was eager for an answer, so she leaned in closer, almost pressing against Sylas. Her little wild creature had no objections, but at this point, she hesitated once again, her tone filled with doubt. "Before we left the terrace… you…"
As she spoke, she noticed the expression on the little wild creature gradually changing, her face becoming sorrowful, and the green gem seemed on the verge of shattering. Xerath couldn’t help but pause mid-sentence.