They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

Her skin was like solidified cream, smooth and delicate, as if boneless.

"I often hear Xiaoti mention you too."

The boy's voice was clear and gentle, and his every move was elegant and unrestrained, yet he exuded an air of nobility from within.

He blew on the cup and took a sip of tea.

It has a light, slightly bitter aroma, but also a subtle sweet aftertaste.

That's quite an impressive tea ceremony.

"is it?"

Irene looked surprised, covered her lips with her hand, and smiled faintly.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you for not disliking my little Ti."

Sistine, sitting on Char's other side, felt somewhat embarrassed upon hearing this.

I had a feeling that what she was about to say wouldn't be anything nice.

Her voice contained a hint of slight embarrassment and annoyance.

"Eileen~!"

Irene glanced at Sistine with a smile, but didn't stop talking.

"My best friend is just too withdrawn."

"Besides me, he doesn't have any other friends."

"So I've always been worried about her."

"When I first heard that she had someone she liked, I was a little worried that she might be deceived."

"After all, my Xiaoti, apart from looking aloof and withdrawn, is actually just a silly girl."

"It's all thanks to Xia Ya's junior that she didn't mind. You'd better treat her well in the future!"

"Otherwise, as my best friend, I won't stand for it~."

As Irene spoke, she gave a "warning" with a smile.

She acted like a close best friend, someone who understood her very well and was even considerate of her.

"Don't worry, I will."

Xia Ya lowered his eyes slightly, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

This act of pretending to be doing it for your own good, yet revealing your past misdeeds, is truly despicable.

Indeed, her "tea ceremony" skills are quite impressive!

Sistine felt a little embarrassed after hearing what her best friend said.

The fingers resting on the knees clenched tightly.

Honestly, why did Irene have to say all this in front of her sweetheart?

Is this really good?

She was a little anxious and couldn't help but stomp her foot.

"What are you doing~!"

"Oh my, is our little Ti shy?"

Sistine stood up abruptly, walked past Char, sat down next to Irene, and reached out to tickle her.

"Alright, shut up now!"

Irene leaned back to avoid her "claws" and started playfully fighting with her.

Two blonde, beautiful girls, one aloof and the other warm, are now playfully bickering.

To avoid Sistine's attack, Irene retreated and retreated, and before she knew it, she had fallen right into Char's arms.

The girl's fragrance seemed to carry the scent of sunshine, warm and comforting, touching the heartstrings.

Her soft, delicate body filled Xia's entire embrace.

After a while, she seemed to realize that she was getting a little too close to the boy.

A faint blush appeared on her delicate face, a subtle hint of the fluttering heart of a young girl in the throes of first love, breathtakingly beautiful.

She grabbed Sistine's hands and finally managed to climb out of Char's arms.

Her soft little hands rested on his chest, as if she were a little embarrassed.

But under the table, her white silk-clad feet accidentally stepped on Xia's foot.

Soft little feet, silky lace stockings with delicate patterns, they don't hurt when stepped on, but they make your heart itch.

The touch appeared to be unintentional.

But then he quickly moved away, giving Char an apologetic look.

"I'm so sorry about that."

But then he turned on Sistine and became fierce.

"It's all your fault!"

She's cute and fierce, not fierce at all, just adorable and endearing.

Xia smiled and shook his head.

"fine."

Irene stood up and bent down to pour tea for Sistine.

"This is a special black tea that I brewed especially to treat you. Would you like to try some?"

As he bent over, the large breasts were pulled down by gravity, causing the V-shaped neckline to become deformed.

Because she was facing Char, the entire landscape was laid out before her.

Her waist sags slightly, creating a perfect curve that is breathtaking.

After pouring the tea, she presented it to Sistine with both hands, her smile serene and beautiful.

"Come on, try my cooking, it'll help you calm down?"

Although her secrets were exposed in front of her crush, her best friend had already admitted her mistake, so how could Sistine have the nerve to blame her again?

So he just gave her a reproachful look and they made up again.

Irene sat down on the other side of Char, her tone sarcastic.

"I'm not going to be a third wheel among you."

Because the two had switched seats earlier, there was no room left for Sistine to sit next to her.

On the contrary, there are still many spaces left to Char's right.

"I brought him here today to meet you."

Sistine lowered her head, feeling a little shy from the teasing.

"Speaking of which, I only heard a little about the goblin nest from Xiaoti before. Recently, the legend of Xia-chan is all over the academy~."

"Now that we can finally meet the person in question, can you tell us more about it?"

As Irene spoke, her large, watery eyes smiled, and her face showed a hint of curiosity.

With a somewhat lively movement, the large, fierce object inadvertently pressed down on Xia's shoulder.

The soft, elastic pressure, the accidental touch of white silk stockings on her legs—the whole room was filled with sweet, delightful little surprises.

Looking at the pure curiosity on her face, one could not sense any deliberate intent from her.

It seemed like it really was unintentional.

What does this have to do with her being such a naturally naive saint?

Irene's smile grew ever more pure and innocent, warm like the morning sun, carrying the power to heal hearts.

It is precisely because of this temperament and this heartwarming, captivating smile that she earned the title of Dawn Saintess.

She possesses a pure and warm demeanor, yet exudes an alluring feminine charm at all times.

However, these are only superficial appearances.

From Char's perspective, the scene is entirely different.

Heart fluttering?

What a joke!

You think it was an accidental touch?

Do you think she's as pure and gentle as she looks?

Don't believe a single word a green tea b*tch says!

However, compared to the scumbag woman Feng Aotian, who wore her green tea on her sleeve, she was completely different.

The person in front of me is the other extreme—a two-faced green tea b*tch.