It's so hard being a hero!

As soon as she moved next to Frey, Frey reached out and pulled her over.

Sofia was held tightly in Frey's arms, her back pressed against Frey's chest.

That soft touch left her mind blank.

"Relax."

Frey's voice came from above.

"Your whole body is as stiff as a stone."

Sofia took a deep breath, trying to relax.

But it's simply impossible.

The bathroom fell silent, with only the gentle sound of rippling water.

"Sofia."

Frey suddenly spoke up.

"Ok?"

What do you think of Lyra?

Sophia paused for a moment, then spoke seriously.

"Laila is a very nice person, I like her very much."

This is the truth.

Although they only spent two hours together, she could tell that Leila was a cheerful and kind girl.

Beneath that carefree personality lies a gentle heart.

"is it?"

Frey's voice sounded somewhat melancholy.

"That's good."

She paused, then added.

"She didn't have many friends growing up. The children of the nobility were either afraid of her or fawned over her; very few of them were genuine."

Sofia remained silent.

She knew Frey was telling the truth.

As the daughter of an imperial hero, Lyra's identity destined her to have difficulty making true friends.

"But things are better now."

Frey's voice gained a touch of warmth.

"She has you by her side."

Sofia leaned against Frey's chest, feeling the other's body temperature, and a strong impulse surged within her.

She wanted to tell Frey the truth, to tell her that she was Su Lan.

I told her I was back, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Because she didn't know how to start the conversation.

Chapter 10 The Familiar Bed and the Test

After taking a shower, Sofia felt like she was floating.

It wasn't because the hot water felt so good, but because the scene in the bathroom was still replaying in her mind.

Frey held her in her arms and dried her body with a soft towel; the skin-to-skin contact made her feel like she was floating on air.

Frey changed her into a white nightgown.

The silk fabric is as soft as a second skin.

Sophia glanced down and couldn't help but mutter to herself: This nightgown is so high-class; she had never worn such fine material in her previous life.

No, in her past life, why would a man like her wear a nightgown?

What are you spacing out for?

Frey's voice came from behind.

"Oh? It's nothing."

Sophia quickly snapped out of her thoughts and scurried into bed.

As soon as the blanket was lifted, a familiar scent wafted out.

That was the quilt she had used for over ten years in her previous life, and it felt like it hadn't been replaced; the familiar scent hadn't changed.

This isn't made of ordinary materials.

The subtle scent of lavender blends with the warm aroma of sunshine.

Sophia burrowed completely under the covers, leaving only her head peeking out, her eyes curving into crescents.

So comfortable, so very comfortable.

Coming back here feels just like coming home.

No, this is her home.

Thinking of this, Sophia couldn't help but smile.

She felt only happiness; she had no other emotions.

All the embarrassment, the dilemma, the identity crisis—all of that was thrown to the winds.

She went home.

It's that simple.

You seem to be in a good mood?

Frey's voice suddenly rang out.

Sophia looked up and saw Frey wearing a moon-white nightgown, leaning against the door frame and looking at her.

Her long, golden hair was still slightly damp, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks, giving her a lazy yet elegant air.

"Yes, it's very good."

Sophia nodded without any attempt to hide her agreement.

"The teacher's bed is very comfortable."

"is it?"

Frey walked over slowly and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"That's good."

She reached out and patted the blanket, then lifted a corner and lay down.

The mattress sank slightly, and Frey's body heat wafted through the thin blankets.

Sofia instinctively moved to the side to make room for Frey.

Frey extinguished the magic lights in the room, and moonlight streamed in through the sheer curtains, casting a silvery-white shadow on the floor.

Quiet, very quiet.

It was so quiet that they could hear each other breathing.

Sofia closed her eyes, preparing to sleep.

Just then, Frey suddenly spoke up.

"Sofia."

"Ok?"

Frey's voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself, or as if she were testing something.

"You seem quite familiar with our house today?"

Upon hearing this, Sophia's breath caught in her throat.

"From the moment you entered the living room, you acted like you were already familiar with everyone."

Frey's voice was calm, as if she were stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

Sophia suddenly became nervous.

Depend on!

She was so relaxed today that she forgot to pretend.

She turned to look at Frey.

Frey stared intently at her the whole time.

That look in his eyes was very complicated.

She felt uneasy under their gaze.

Sophia opened her mouth, wanting to say something to brush it off.

For example, these are all coincidences; for example, she is just quite intelligent and has strong observation skills; or for example...

But she couldn't make it up.

Because Frey's gaze was so sharp, so sharp that Frey felt all her pretense was transparent.

Just when Sofia thought she was about to be forced to reveal the truth, Frey suddenly looked away.

She closed her eyes, reached out, and pulled Sophia into her arms.

The movements were so natural, as if they had been done countless times before.

Sofia froze, her face pressed against Frey's chest, able to clearly feel the other's heartbeat.

Thump, thump.