Yes, Lady Funina!

Richard wouldn't want to create excitement for his peaceful life.

While the two were chatting, the next day had already arrived.

When Funina woke up, it was already ten o'clock. She then went to Vasari Corridor to pack some late-night snacks, came back to eat and drink, and enjoyed the desserts Funina had prepared. All of this took three or four hours, which wasn't too much.

“It’s so late…” Richard saw Funina yawn and offered to take his leave.

Upon hearing Richard's words, Funina gently bit her red lips, her face filled with hesitation.

If she could, Funina wouldn't actually want Richard to leave, since who knows if she could sleep if he left.

Because of the attack, Funina's sense of security is currently extremely low. Only when Richard is by her side can she feel less anxious and prevent the images of the attack from replaying in her mind when she closes her eyes.

"It's so late, why don't you... stay and sleep here?"

As she said this, Funina's two small hands were constantly twirling, and she didn't dare to look at Richard at all. At the same time, you could tell that she was trying her best to keep her tone calm.

Try to make this sentence sound like you're asking someone of the opposite sex, rather than inviting them to stay at your home.

"Is this appropriate?" Richard hesitated for a moment. "Won't this bother you?"

If he was really worried about this, Richard should have refused when Funina invited him to stay overnight.

But Richard didn't refuse outright; instead, he asked if it would bother him with such pointless questions.

This shows that someone had actually planned this all along, and the so-called "it's time to say goodbye" was just a strategic retreat.

All the buildup beforehand was culminating in Funina's line, "It's so late, why don't you... stay and sleep here?"

The Power of Tea, Three Stages!

Well, the reason Richard stayed so late was not only because he really wanted to spend more time with Funina, but also because he was considering Funina's mental state.

If he leaves, even if Funina doesn't have insomnia tonight, she'll probably have a nightmare.

Protecting Fontaine's famous local mascot, the water goddess Furna, is the duty of every citizen of Fontaine, and Richard has no choice but to do so.

In conclusion, Richard does intend to stay, but this intention cannot be stated by Richard himself; it must be stated by Funina herself.

Some things have a different effect when someone brings them up proactively than when you bring them up yourself.

If Richard himself said he wanted to stay, Furness would inevitably overthink it. Even if she wasn't wary, she would at least think that Richard wanted to do something to her. And what could a man do to a beautiful young girl?

The answer is self-evident.

Perhaps out of trust in Richard, Funina wouldn't think much of it, but it would be much better if Funina herself took the initiative to suggest that Richard stay.

He stayed, and people should thank him.

"It won't bother me, after all, my house is quite big." Funina said, blushing and waving her hand, though she regretted it as soon as she opened her mouth.

After all, what girl would offer a guy the opportunity to stay at her house? Wouldn't Richard think she was a frivolous woman?

But when Funina heard Richard's words, which seemed to imply agreement, her regret quickly turned into joy, and she began to look forward to the rest time that was coming up.

Seeing that Funina's invitation was so sincere, Richard reluctantly agreed.

"In that case, I'm sorry to bother you."

Funina led Richard to the guest rooms. As the palace of the water god, Funina's house was indeed quite large, with many guest rooms and all kinds of facilities, including a small to medium-sized indoor swimming pool.

Of course, Funina doesn't usually need so many facilities, but there are some things you can choose not to use, but you can't be without.

Regardless of whether Funina can use it or not, the necessary equipment will definitely be provided, since it's all public funds.

After leading Richard to the guest room closest to Funina's, before Richard could even speak, Funina blushed and stammered, "I...I'm going to sleep now."

For Funina, being able to ask Richard to stay the night had already exhausted all her courage and composure. As for staying to say something more to him, that was simply impossible for her.

"Okay." Richard knew the girl was shy, so he replied with a smile.

Soon, Funina ran back to her room, while Richard looked at the guest room that Funina had prepared for him.

Although it's called a guest room, the furniture and facilities inside are basically the same as those in the master bedroom. The only difference is that it lacks a sense of home.

In layman's terms, it means no one lives there.

Come to think of it, Funina's house is rarely visited. Even when people do come, they are usually cleaning staff hired by Momang Palace. Moreover, these people will generally carry out cleaning and maintenance work when Funina is at work and not at home, so they will not cause any trouble for Funina's normal life.

Richard is most likely the first guest in this room, and possibly the last. He will probably stay in this room again when he stays at Funina's house in the future.

Of course, it's also possible that Richard will simply move into the next room and sleep with Funina.

However, that kind of scene should be in the content after 100,000 words.

"Anyway, let's go to sleep first." Richard muttered to himself. He unbuttoned his collar and took off his coat. Although sleeping in the shirt underneath wasn't very comfortable, what could he do when he was at Funina's house?

Obviously, it's unlikely that men's pajamas would be found in Funina's house. Richard can't exactly go home now and bring them over, can he?

Richard was thinking this when he hung up his clothes, only to hear a knock at the door.

"Furina?" Richard opened the door and was puzzled to find that Furina had returned.

"This... is for you." Fu Ningna blushed and stuffed the thing in her hand into Richard's arms. Then, without waiting for Richard to speak, she turned and left.

Richard looked down at the expensive men's pajamas that Funina had given him and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

So you bought these pajamas because the matching couple pattern looked good?

For some reason, Richard really wanted to 'torture' Funina like this, but she seemed to have anticipated it and didn't give Richard a chance to speak at all. She threw the clothes into Richard's arms and immediately fled the scene.

After Richard changed into his pajamas, he found that they fit him exceptionally well, just the right amount of fit. There was no brand name on them, and the fabric felt very comfortable to the touch, so they were clearly custom-made.

Without a doubt, this was specially tailored for Richard by Funina.

As for why Funina knows Richard's body size so well, it's probably because she secretly remembered it when Richard was measured at the Chioriya last time.

Richard couldn't help but remark, "This was premeditated..."

On the other side, back in her room, Funina collapsed onto the soft bed, then wrapped her head and even her entire upper body in the blanket, leaving only her feet outside the blanket, constantly patting the bed.

It's clear that our Lady Funina is currently in a very excited state, so much so that she maintained this state for quite a while until she got tired of splashing around and slowly stopped this carp-like leaping motion.

After remaining still for a while, Funina finally pulled her head out of the covers, her face flushed and her eyes glistening with moisture.

Her white hair, which had been tied up with a hair tie, had somehow come loose and spread across the bed like a shower of flowers. Funina rolled over and lay on her back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Gradually, her consciousness began to waver. Funina closed her eyes, and her breathing became steady. Lady Hevima appeared in the corner at some point and turned off the light for Funina. Lord Uther covered Funina with a blanket, and after everything was settled, Miss Shebeleda closed the door.

However, this tranquility did not last long. Just as Funina entered a light sleep, a figure appeared in her mind, accompanied by an almost tangible smell of blood, which overwhelmed Funina like a tidal wave...

"Eek!" Funina suddenly sat up in bed, her beautiful eyes trembling violently, and the girl could even feel her heart pounding.

bang bang bang...

"What? It was just a dream." Funina let out a long sigh of relief, pressing her trembling hand against her other trembling hand, and it took her a long time to calm down.

Funina's room returned to silence, but when she closed her eyes again, she seemed to smell a faint scent of blood. This scent not only lingered around Funina's nose, but also spread into her heart. Fear clung to her like a leech, impossible to shake off or escape.

Even if Funina told herself that Richard was right next door, it wouldn't make any difference.

Later on, the image of the servant would appear in my mind whenever I closed my eyes, and when I opened my eyes, I always felt that person was at the door, at the foot of the bed, or outside the window...

Once fear began to take hold, Funina found it difficult to stop thinking about that night's nightmarish experience.

No, I can't sleep, I just can't sleep!

Funina opened her eyes and tossed and turned in bed, occasionally glancing out the window. Even though this was the highest floor of the Momang Palace, and there was nothing outside the window except the moonlight, Funina still couldn't help but think about it.

Even Fulina sometimes wondered if Richard had already left. In reality, she was the only one left in the entire Momang Palace. That person could easily sneak into the Momang Palace, take the elevator to the top floor, and then kill her...

Thinking of this, Funina sat up silently from the bed like a cat, her soft, boneless feet touching the floor like the pads of a cat's paws, silencing all sound.

Funina tiptoed to open the door, but when she reached Richard's door, she hesitated, unsure whether to open it or not.

She opened the door and wondered what to say to Richard. She told him she was too scared and couldn't sleep alone, asking if she could come into the room and sleep with him, and if it was too crowded, she could sleep on the floor...

No, no, that's too humiliating. This is my own home. I can't sleep on the floor. I should at least make a makeshift bed. Lying on the dry floor without any padding, I can't sleep even if I don't have nightmares.

Funina shook her head and rejected her initial idea, but then she came up with a brilliant reason.

She was there to check if Richard was properly covered with a blanket while he slept. If he caught a cold at her house, people who didn't know better would think that she, Funina, didn't know how to treat guests!

Yes, I just came here to cover myself with a blanket.

As if emphasizing something and encouraging herself, Fu Ningna finally placed her hand on the doorknob.

With a little force, the door opened a crack. Funina planned to observe the 'enemy situation' through the crack before making her move.

Just as Funina pressed her head against the door frame, a voice sounded from behind her.

"Furina, what are you doing?"

Furninna: !!!

By the light of the moon outside the window, one could see that under the bright moonlight, Funina's dazzling white hair suddenly stood up, especially the tuft of hair on the top of her head, which stood up straight like a straight antenna.

Because the sound came from behind, Funina instinctively lunged forward, accidentally opening the door and stumbling a couple of steps before nearly falling.

The pillow she was holding in her other hand fell to the ground with a thud. Funina didn't have time to think, and didn't even look back. Funina, who was already terrified, rushed straight to the bed.

As he lunged forward, he cried out, "Richard, help!"

The loud noise startled the three members of the Lonely Hearts Salon who were about to go to sleep. The three little ones appeared from some corner, looked at their little master who had buried his head in the blankets but whose bottoms were still sticking out, and shouted "Richard, help!"

This is a classic case of focusing on the head but neglecting the tail, especially since Richard was standing right outside the door.

The three children didn't understand, but were deeply shocked.

So is this some new kind of play between couples?

Richard ignored the three Lonely Hearts Salon members beside him, whose faces were practically screaming "My God!" Instead, he went to the bedside and looked at the trembling jade feet exposed outside.

Without thinking, I grabbed one of them, and I could clearly feel that the owner of that jade foot was completely frozen.

Just like some animals play dead when faced with a great crisis, Funina didn't move after Richard grabbed her little foot.

After about several dozen breaths, Funina came to her senses and tentatively tried to pull her little foot out of Richard's hand. She couldn't pull it out on the first try, and he even gripped it tighter.

Undeterred, Funina tried to slap him a couple more times, but failed to shake off the groping hand. Finally, Funina couldn't help but remove the blanket from her head, revealing her disheveled hair and a few tears welling up in her eyes as she looked pitifully at Richard.

"Could you... could you let go?"

Upon realizing that her right foot was in Richard's hands, Funina's face, which had turned pale with fright, quickly regained its color.

As she felt the strange sensation coming from her feet, Funina's eyes gradually welled up with tears, but this time it wasn't from fear.

"Furina, you should answer me first, why are you sneaking up to my door like this?" Richard ignored Furina's question and instead asked her what she was up to by coming to his door in the middle of the night with a pillow in her arms.

Don't tell me you're here to offer a pillow.

"I... I was just worried that you wouldn't sleep soundly and would kick off the covers... Yes, that's right, kick off the covers, so I was thinking of covering you up so you wouldn't catch a cold or something..." Fu Ningna's words became clearer and clearer, and her voice changed from being guilty at the beginning to being confident.

"What about the pillow?"

"Pillow? What pillow? I don't know."

Funina selectively ignored this element, and only after seeing the pillow in Richard's hand did she seem to realize it, exclaiming in surprise, "How did my pillow end up in your hands?"

Then she turned the tables, saying defiantly, "What are you doing with my pillow?"

Okay, okay, this is how you play, right?

Richard was amused by Funina's clumsy and flawed acting and excuses. If she's afraid to sleep alone, she's just afraid to sleep alone. Why make up excuses like saying she kicks off the covers when she sleeps?

What a joke! Everyone knows that Richard, who's been around for so long, can only sleep in one word: docile!

There was no way Richard would kick off the covers; even if he did, given his physical condition, he wouldn't catch a cold.

He's not a crispy-skinned Furnessa.

Thinking of this, Richard released his grip on Funina's jade-like feet, and Funina herself quickly tucked her two tiny feet into the blankets, afraid that Richard would capture them again.

"Lady Fulina, are you sure I'm not covered by a blanket? If that's the case, shouldn't you..." Richard raised an eyebrow.

"I...I...my legs are numb, I'll sit for a while." Funina was going to great lengths to stay, and her legs were already numb just as she was speaking. Didn't she shrink into the blankets pretty quickly just now?

Where is there even a hint of numbness?

“But where am I supposed to go with you sitting on my bed like this, Funina?” Richard pointed to his pajamas and added, “The nights in Fontaine are still a bit chilly.”

Or is it that you, Funina, consider it your way of hospitality to let guests stand under the bed while you monopolize the warm blankets?

"You...you can sit down too," Funina said softly, her voice almost inaudible.

However, Richard still caught him; you were the one who told me to come in.

Richard didn't stand on ceremony with Funina. He immediately pulled back the covers, stuffed the pillow he was holding into Funina's arms, and then crawled into bed.