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The victory banquet ended.
After cleaning the table, Lucian had the horse girls take the trash with them too.
It had been a while since cleaning, Lucian looked at the somewhat dusty floor feeling uncomfortable all over, so he took the mop and started cleaning.
"Ding—" At this time, the sound of the password door unlocking successfully came.
There's always a horse girl who comes back.
Lucian didn't even look up at the person, just said: "Just mopped the floor, remember to wear slippers, don't slip."
No response received.
Lucian couldn't help but wonder, today's Seiun Sky so quiet?
He looked up doubtfully, only to find standing at the door was Special Week, "Spe-chan?"
Special Week searched for slippers without success, "Trainer-san, I don't know where the slippers are."
"Oh~ bottom layer of the cabinet on the left."
"Found them." Special Week took out a pair of slippers, glanced behind her, confirmed no one then closed the door, "Trainer-san, still mopping so late?"
"Yeah, looks too dirty, uncomfortable if not mopped."
Lucian appeared calm on the surface, opened his phone, sent a message to Seiun Sky: No halfway returns, today was busy in the kitchen for a long time, very tired.
Although last night he had just fed Seiun Sky full, he couldn't guarantee whether Seiun Sky was full or hungry tonight.
So to be safe, Lucian still sent the message to Seiun Sky.
By the time Special Week walked into the living room, he had already put the phone back in his pocket.
Strategizing, seamless.
"Trainer-san, you seemed very puzzled just now, you thought the person coming wasn't me right?" Special Week stood beside Lucian, watching him mop.
"No puzzlement, I just thought you forgot something again." Lucian didn't lift his head, continued bending over mopping.
He said he wasn't good at lying, so as long as he kept himself very busy, he could naturally mask his inner thoughts.
"Can't come over if I didn't forget anything?" Special Week asked again.
"Of course not, Spe-chan can come anytime."
Special Week smiled slightly, slowly approached Lucian, grabbed his wrist, "Trainer-san..."
Lucian straightened up, she took the chance to burrow into Lucian's arms, then tightly hugged Lucian's waist, very practiced.
"Spe-chan, I'm still mopping." Holding to the principle of treating everyone equally, Lucian never neglected anyone, whether Haru Urara, Dextrous Bailey, or Special Week.
Lucian: If anything, blame the author for not writing it.
Author: Wow.
But Special Week was still more conservative, so Lucian hadn't pierced that layer of window paper until now.
"Just hug for a bit." Special Week pressed tighter and tighter, greedily sniffing the scent on Lucian, "Trainer-san's smell is sweeter than those pastries, even though those pastries were specially made for McQueen."
Lucian smelled a hint of vinegar, "McQueen just won the Kikuka Sho."
"I know, I know everything, Trainer-san doesn't need to explain to Spe-chan." Just buried in Lucian's arms for a short while, Special Week softened like a freshly baked tender pastry,
Lucian heard her soft glutinous voice, felt the same, "I actually think Spe-chan is more like those small pastries."
"Mmm..." Special Week briefly left the gentle homeland, lifted her head, affectionate gaze like a surging dark river, lurking some kind of desire, "Then does Trainer-san want to taste..."
Lucian looked down at Special Week in this state, always felt playful.
So he not only didn't bend down to pick the cherry-like lips, instead straightened his body, didn't even give her the chance to wrap around his neck.
Special Week's brows were immediately filled with anxiety, looking pitifully as Lucian's cheek got farther and farther from her, too cruel.
"Trainer-san..." Her call was like a starving chick, seeing from afar the mother returning with meat in beak.
All expressions, or unintentional actions all proclaimed two words—want to eat.
On Special Week, that was want to kiss.
"Still have to mop." Lucian's mouth hung a trace of smile.
He looked through the glass window in front, saw his own appearance, no wonder the temptation to Special Week was so great.
"Just a bit, a bit okay?" Special Week anxiously tiptoed, holding Lucian to steady herself, but always couldn't reach Lucian's lips.
Different from Seiun Sky, in times like this, Seiun Sky would jump, but Special Week would only tiptoe.
After tiptoeing a while, Special Week opened her mouth to beg: "Just a bit, I'll help Trainer-san mop later."
"Oh~ Spe-chan is making a deal with me?"
"Can I... Trainer-san?" Actually even without a deal, with Special Week's personality, she would help Lucian clean in the end.
"emmmm~"
Lucian thought while lowering his head, Special Week thought she was about to get her wish.
But just as they were about to kiss, Lucian suddenly lifted his head, "No~"
"Why no? Why?" Special Week anxious like about to cry, her eye corners flushed red, a pair of eyes like two koi, moving.
"Okay okay, yes yes."
Lucian knew he couldn't tease anymore, so bent down to feast on Special Week.
He could be arrogant when playing, but when kissing had to pay the price.
Special Week from standing embrace kiss, to sitting on Lucian's lap on the sofa continuing embrace kiss.
The whole process she tightly closed her eyes, emotions the eyes couldn't feel, she wanted to feel with her heart.
But this rough kiss was no longer as pure as before, because Lucian was no longer that pure Lucian.
If not doing something bad while kissing, then his hands would itch.
Special Week muffled hummed, her face growing redder.
She opened her eyes, feeling the killing intent lurking under the clothes, coiled on snow skin, no longer said that "no more..."
"Trainer-san, today I want to stay here... sleep, just sleep." Special Week said sleep, then it was certainly proper sleeping.
"Spe-chan, why so clingy recently?"
"Because... Suzuka is coming back soon, after... coming over to kiss Trainer-san.... won't be convenient." Special Week said intermittently.
"So that's it." Lucian used the only free hand to wrap around Special Week's waist, letting her get closer into his arms.
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