I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

Volume 1: Chapter 151 My legs were so weak from sleeping

Inside Portivino Castle.

"How long have I been asleep?"

Duanmu Yan rubbed his throbbing temples and propped himself up from Cantrell's soft legs. He had to admit that this lap pillow experience far surpassed any other pillow—the warm, soft touch still lingered on his cheek.

"It's eight o'clock in the evening now." Cantrell's pale purple eyes gleamed faintly in the dim light. "What do you think?"

"It's already this late?" Duanmu Yan was taken aback. "But I clearly remember that it was around noon when I parted ways with Katishia."

"Really?" Cantrela suddenly leaned closer, her beautiful face appearing especially captivating in the moonlight.

She scrutinized his eyes for a moment before slowly backing away. "I thought you were so engrossed in spending time with Katishia in Sonora that you almost forgot we existed. What a heartless man."

"Now it seems that this connection was too exhausting, which made you unable to stay awake after you came back and fell into a deep sleep again."

us?

Duanmu Yan keenly noticed this subtle word choice, but didn't have time to think about it in detail.

"So... I slept on your lap all day?" Duanmu Yan's voice was still hoarse from just waking up. "And you were sitting here the whole time?"

Treira lightly touched the corner of her lips with her fingertip, revealing a meaningful smile: "Otherwise what? I paid quite a price to bring you together."

Duanmu Yan could hardly imagine how she maintained that position all day—let alone bear the weight of him resting on her lap.

Thinking about it this way, the unpleasantness of being teased by her earlier didn't seem so important anymore.

After all, he wasn't at a disadvantage, and she was clearly enjoying herself.

In this respect, no one has suffered any loss.

Ah, perhaps except for the second young lady.

"……Feel sorry."

“No need to apologize.” Cantrela shook her head gently, her light purple eyes shimmering subtly in the moonlight. “You have worked so hard for Raguna, and you are a great benefactor of Fesalie. It is I… who should apologize to you.”

Duanmu Yan looked completely bewildered: "?"

What does this mean?

Cantrela didn't point it out, but instead turned her gaze to the other side of the study: "Speaking of which, could you do me a favor right now?"

"What's the deal?"

"You've 'slept' me so much my legs are weak, I can't even stand up." Cantrela's tone carried a subtle ambiguity, even her words were tinged with a flirtatious air. "So, could you carry me to the balcony? I'm getting a little stuffy after being in the room for so long."

Duanmu Yan was already used to Cantrell's bold remarks. He walked up to her, knelt down, and gently picked her up in his arms.

Although she made the request, Cantrell's body trembled slightly when his palm touched her delicate skin.

"Your movements are quite practiced." Cantrela leaned against him, a playful smile curving her lips. "You haven't done this many times before, have you?"

"Let me guess... is it with Koleta?"

"It's a real shame, though. The possessions of the second young lady of the Motari family are now in the hands of her 'arch-enemy.'"

"I wonder what kind of expression Koleta will have when she finds out all this?"

"I really want to see it with my own eyes."

Duanmu Yan looked helpless: "Sigh, no matter what, you are the head of the Feisalie family. How come you talk like a little girl (six) 1 fin one two 4, eight-?"

He appears so composed and reliable in front of others, but he always shows a completely different side of himself in front of him.

"Who told me to have such a fondness for taking what others love?" Cantrela chuckled, her fingertips unconsciously twirling a strand of hair. "Besides, why can't I be a little girl? Just because I'm a little older, does that mean I don't even have the right to find someone to rely on?"

“…That’s not what I meant.” Duanmu Yan carefully placed her on the chair on the balcony, his movements as gentle as if he were placing a precious piece of porcelain. “If the head of the family likes it this way, I naturally have no objection.”

"Then I'll take that as a yes." Her laughter drifted on the night air, carrying a hint of triumphant joy. "Speaking of which, Katishia should be alright, right?"

Duanmu Yan nodded: "Yes, she's fine."

"Sigh, what a pitiful person." Cantrela gazed into the distance. "Trapped in that world for twenty years, even forgetting some of her own memories, a more fragile person would probably have collapsed long ago. No wonder Kathia is a saint."

“Even if she may not be a Resonator of the Lord, her character is still admirable. If she were truly the Resonator chosen by Leviathan, I would have doubts—such a kind, upright, and courageous person seems completely out of place with Leviathan’s actions.”

"If I were Leviathan, I would never choose someone like that. What's the point besides making myself miserable?"

Duanmu Yan didn't reply, but simply gazed quietly at Cantrella under the moonlight.

She was so similar to Katishia—both had carried the mission of saints and possessed the same noble character.

To ensure the continuation of the family line, she personally ended the life of the former head of the family, abolished the cruel system of selecting saintesses, and traveled all over the world for the future of Lina Xita.

All the rumors circulating about her are far from the truth.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Cantrela noticed his gaze and smiled slightly. "Have you finally discovered the charm of the older sister type and are planning to join the Fesalie family?"

Although she presents a completely different image to me...

“I just suddenly realized that you and Katishia are actually quite similar,” Duanmu Yan said softly. “You were both once saintesses, and both were trapped in cages that no one could see. The only difference is that she was trapped high in the sky, while you were trapped in the deep sea—and what’s most remarkable is that neither of you complained about it.”

Cantrela's eyelashes trembled slightly, reflected in her eyes.

She pursed her lips and turned her head slightly to look at him.

"It's really unfair to say something like that so suddenly. Could it be... that our little guest is actually the type to take the initiative?"

The moonlight shone on her profile, making her feigned relaxed smile all the more captivating.

"Perhaps." Duanmu Yan replied with a faint smile. He glanced at the deep night outside the window, stood up and straightened his clothes. "It's getting late, I should take my leave. Goodnight, Cantrela."

"Good night."

After leaving Portivino Castle, Cantrela instructed Sebastian to drive him back to Laguna.

"Finally, we're going back."

"I wonder how Floro is doing at home..."

"Could it be that the Second Miss has already..."

He pondered absentmindedly, then casually turned on the terminal screen.

When his gaze fell upon Coleta's 99+ missed calls and the alarming chat history between Cantrell and Coleta, he froze on the spot and slowly slumped into his chair.

It turned out to be the case.

Cantrell's meaningful apology referred to this.

……

……

Meanwhile, at Duanmu Yan's home.

Koleta and Floro sat on the living room sofas, the deepening night casting a shadow of silence over the room.

The grandfather clock in the corner ticked away, each chime resonating in their hearts.

The silence continues to spread.

Volume 1: Chapter 152 Phoebe Joins the Hunt

Laguna.

Margaret's family restaurant.

Duanmu Yan sat silently at the table, looking at the chat history between Cantrella and Coleta on the terminal, feeling a strange sense of unease.

even though……

She herself is also a "victim" in this matter, but in her anger, would the second young lady really care about these trivial details?

He could almost picture Koleta's angry expression—those eyes, always smiling, could turn cold more chilling than the winter sea breeze of Laguna.

"Have you decided what you'd like to eat yet, chuckle?" Margaret's voice trailed off as her gaze drifted toward the wall clock. "We'll be closing soon, chuckle."

After returning to Laguna from Portivino Castle, he should have gone straight home.

But my feet involuntarily led me into this familiar restaurant.

But after ordering, he suddenly didn't want to leave.

Or rather, it's a fear of pushing open that door.

"Two signature pizzas and three plates of seafood stew noodles, all to go." Duanmu Yan paused, his voice trembling slightly. "No rush, take your time. Even if it takes until tomorrow... I can wait."

"You're acting so strange today." Margaret had known Duanmu Yan for so long, but this was the first time she'd seen him so flustered. "Did something happen?"

"N-nothing." Duanmu Yan forced a smile, but it was as pale as the twilight outside the window. "I just wanted to be alone for a while."

“I understand, chirp.” A flicker of doubt crossed Margaret’s eyes, then she nodded gently. “Then I won’t bother you any longer, chirp.”

Watching her figure disappear behind the kitchen door, Duanmu Yan sighed softly, still feeling uneasy.

So what to do next?

We can't keep running away from this forever.

Just as Duanmu Yan was anxiously awaiting his "judgment," a golden figure unexpectedly appeared in the restaurant.

"Miss Margaret, please give me a signature pizza."

The sweet voice made Duanmu Yan suddenly look up.

“Phoebe?” he called out the name instinctively.

The blonde girl turned around at the sound of his voice, and the moment she recognized him, a sweet smile appeared on her lips: "What a coincidence, Mr. Duanmu. Haven't you had dinner yet either?"

For some reason, when Duanmu Yan saw Phoebe's innocent smile, his unease and fear gradually subsided.

"I've been busy all day and haven't even had time for dinner yet," he sighed helplessly.

“How can this be?” Phoebe frowned worriedly. “The Lord said that the body is the temple of the soul. No matter how busy we are, we can’t neglect ourselves.”

"Alright, alright, Priestess Phoebe is right." Duanmu Yan rested her chin on her hand, looking at the earnest girl in front of her, a gentle smile unconsciously curving her lips. "But I remember someone said that except for Pizza Day, we should abide by the precepts and not eat pizza, right? Why did you suddenly have this urge today?"

"This one……"

The girl blushed instantly, her slender white fingers unconsciously tightening around the cane.

"Today is the day teachers' salaries are paid, and because of work, I haven't eaten all day, so..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, like petals scattered by the wind, carrying a hint of shyness at having her secrets exposed.

"So Phoebe hasn't been eating properly either."

"...because I was really busy today."

"Relax, it's just a slice of pizza, no need to blame yourself like this." Duanmu Yan looked at the girl's flustered appearance, his tone softening unconsciously. "The ruler is benevolent, how could he get angry over such a small matter? It's someone like me..."

He hesitated, his gaze lingering on Phoebe's pale blonde hair: "Speaking of which, does Phoebe live alone now?"

"Huh? Me?" Phoebe blinked her iris-purple eyes. "The order has prepared a private room for each of us priests. Why is Mr. Duanmu suddenly asking about this?"

"Then..." he leaned forward slightly, his voice tinged with a helpless plea, "Could you let me stay the night?"

"Eh--?"

The girl's eyes widened in surprise, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched the hem of her skirt.

"Come to my place for the night?"

Her voice trembled slightly, clearly startled by the sudden request.

"Mr. Duanmu, what are you saying...?"

"Why would you suddenly make such a request..."

"But if it's Mr. Duanmu... perhaps... it's not impossible..."

"Wait a minute, that's not the point!"

"I...I am a priest of the Hidden Sea Order! How could I possibly allow someone of the opposite sex to stay in my room!"

"No, absolutely not!"

The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her gaze wandered, and her lips parted for a long time but she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Even though I had already given a negative answer in my heart.

But when the words of refusal were about to come out, they were held back by some kind of bewitching force, and no matter what, they couldn't say them.