Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

"I'm going to the kitchen to cook a few dishes..."

“No need, I already bought some.” Sylvia shook the bag in her hand. “There’s a 24-hour sandwich shop on the way. Would you mind eating something simple?”

"No, I don't mind..."

If it's not poisonous.

Freya was about to turn on the light when she saw Sylvia walk up to her: "The bow on your pajamas is crooked, let me straighten it for you."

She reached out and touched Freya's neck with her fingertips, startling Freya so much that she froze.

However, she simply straightened the crooked ribbon of the bow and smoothed out the wrinkles on the collar:

"Don't let anyone touch you like that next time."

Sylvia made a pointed remark, her fingertips brushing across Freya's collarbone, raising a small layer of goosebumps.

"oh oh."

Sylvia sniffed, her gaze sweeping over the bed before returning to it:

What's that smell in the room?

It has a slightly sour sweaty smell, and a faint musky scent.

Freya's face flushed slightly: "Haha, I didn't shower after my run..."

"I see."

Sylvia nodded, without suspecting anything.

Phew... thankfully no one noticed, otherwise I'd never be able to hold my head up high again!

Freya quietly moved the blanket to cover the water stains on the bed.

But does Sylvia really not know what this tastes like...? She's so beautiful, yet so "innocent"! That's just too unfair!

Freya was lost in thought when Sylvia took the contents of the bag out—a few cans of beer, two boxes of sandwiches, a bag of potato chips, and a small box of cut fruit.

She put her things on the bed, sat down on the edge of the bed, and patted the spot next to her.

"Freya, please sit down."

"oh oh……"

Freya obediently sat down, the mattress sank slightly, and Sylvia opened a can of beer, handed it to Freya, and opened one for herself.

"Cheers!"

Two cans of beer collided, the liquid sloshed inside, and a few drops splashed out and landed on the sheets.

Freya took a small sip, the bubbles bursting on her tongue, giving her a tingling sensation.

Sylvia took a big gulp, put the can down, and while tearing open the sandwich packaging, asked casually, "Why did you put so many protective barriers on the door?"

"I'm just afraid of thieves breaking into my house."

"You're a Gold rank expert, why are you afraid of thieves breaking in? Would a Gold rank expert become a thief?"

"Yes, my master Felix is ​​a legend, and he still spends his days as a thief."

Freya quickly defended herself, her fingers having somehow broken the pull ring. Looking up, she saw Sylvia's eyes almost touching hers: "Then the barrier should be placed on the window, not the door, right?"

"Ah, this..."

"Are you wary of the people inside the house? I'm the only one in this building who would dare to enter your room... Are you wary of me? Why? Have you done something wrong?"

"You didn't learn bad habits from your cat master, did you... a philandering cat?"

"No, I, I'm..."

Freya said, lowering her head, "I'm just too tired from running tonight, and I want to get some sleep. I'm afraid someone will disturb me..."

"I see."

Sylvia nodded, shrank back, took another swig of beer, and suddenly asked, "Why are you running tonight? Can't you just fly?"

"Just exercising."

“Exercising... I really miss it.” Sylvia said, squinting her eyes. “Cheng Cheng used me as a form of exercise too. Did he make you exercise as well?”

"Yes! He made me..."

"Isn't this Mr. Mambo we know? Who is Cheng Cheng?"

Oops!

This guy actually put me in a high-level battle of wits and managed to get information out of me!

Freya was startled. She looked up and saw Sylvia holding up her wine glass with a half-smile, taking a small sip: "What exactly happened tonight? Can you tell me?"

Freya took a deep breath.

There was no other way. Cheng Cheng would definitely tell Sylvia about the witch trial afterward, and keeping it to himself would only increase her suspicions.

Try to tell a story that's half true and half false.

Thinking it over, Freya said seriously, "Do you remember the key we got after defeating the chicken, tiger, bear, wolf, and dog? It was the ticket to the Witch's Tea Party. Cheng Cheng used it to disappear in front of the two legends."

"I see..." Sylvia tapped the can. "Did he tell you his real name during the trial?"

"Yes...that's right."

"What are the contents of the trial? And what is a witch?" Sylvia asked curiously.

"We still don't understand what a witch is." Freya put the beer can on the bedside table and crossed her legs. "But the trial is an illusion, and Mambo and Cheng Cheng are together."

Then, Freya gave a brief explanation.

Illusions, beautiful dreams, amnesia, and all that... She picked and chose what she could say, swallowing back the intimate, ambiguous, and embarrassing parts.

Sylvia listened intently, her eyes fixed on her like a cat eyeing a mouse hole.

Only after Freya finished speaking did she slowly ask:

"What was your relationship in the illusion? How did you perceive him?"

"companion."

Freya would never say they were mother and son... that would be too embarrassing!

"My comrade..."

Sylvia nodded, her hand already on the quilt, then she suddenly pulled it open, and the rich fragrance that had been trapped inside immediately filled the air!

Sylvia pointed to the water stains on the bed, her eyes icy: "So, you went into heat as soon as your companion left? Or did Cheng Cheng control you to do this?!"

You... you knew what I was doing all along!

Freya's face flushed as someone she knew caught her doing the reward, but she couldn't very well say that Cheng Cheng had controlled her, so she could only lower her head and deny it: "I was... practicing magic..."

"...Aren't you a child?"

"I'm actually older than you, okay?" Freya retorted, her tone becoming increasingly blunt. "Besides, what's wrong with rewarding a comrade? Isn't that how comrades are used?"

Are you going to say next that it's normal for friends to kiss?

"Correct!"

"We're companions too, would you like to kiss me?"

"Yes! I'm even willing to stick out my tongue! Would you?"

"You horny, philandering cat... what else did you and Cheng Cheng do in the dream? Tell me everything!"

Seeing Sylvia's murderous intent, Freya also showed no mercy, slowly releasing the emotions she had been holding back:

"Yes! I like him, so what? What's it to you?"

“You…” Sylvia’s eyes widened.

"I don't just like him." Freya's voice was louder than she had expected. "He likes me too! We've kissed, hugged, and slept together! We're soulmates, a match made in heaven! Who do you think you are? What right do you have to question me?"

She finished speaking in one breath, her chest heaving as she stared at Sylvia.

The room was quiet for a few seconds, with only the distant sound of cars outside the window, buzzing like a fly trapped in a glass bottle.

"How does it feel?"

Freya looked up abruptly and met Sylvia's slightly flushed face.

"what?"

"It's about... what does a kiss feel like..." Sylvia blushed, her face turning red from her cheeks to her ears, and even her neck was tinged with pink.

"You...aren't angry?"

"That's right."

Sylvia suddenly realized what was happening, then angrily gripped the beer can tightly, her knuckles turning white: "I clearly told you that I was the one who liked him first! And you still dare to try and steal him from me? Freya, you've always been like this since you were little!"

"So what? Since ancient times, beauty and strength have always been intertwined, I..."

Freya suddenly stopped speaking.

She saw Sylvia with her head down, her bangs obscuring her eyes, revealing only a small section of her pale chin. Her shoulders were trembling, very lightly, like the wind rustling through leaves.

Then tears dripped from his chin and onto the sheets.

Freya opened her mouth.

Wasn't that going too far? She cried?

"that……"

She reached out to touch Sylvia's shoulder.

But the next moment, my thoughts suddenly slowed down, as if I were stuck in a quagmire, and each idea took a long time to take shape.

Her hand froze in mid-air, unable to lift, and her body felt heavy, as if pressed down by something, sinking inch by inch.

puppet!

This guy got so angry he really did it!

Freya suddenly bit her tongue!

A sharp pain exploded on her tongue, the taste of rust filling her mouth. That fleeting moment of clarity was enough—she raised her right hand, fingers spread, a crack appearing in her palm, the black barrel of a gun protruding from her flesh, the cold metal pressed against her skin—