The next moment, as if she had made up her mind, she leaned down once more and kissed Shiayar's lips, as light as a dragonfly skimming water.
After all this, Enola finally raised her head again.
She looked towards Silvia on the second floor and spoke coolly, "I'm sorry for letting Lady Silvia witness the daily life between Student Shiayar and me."
My dear Ennie, before you say that, could you manage your expression a little better?
Shiayar extricated himself from the forced lap-pillow situation and sat up on the couch.
Gazing at the golden-haired girl before him, whose icy voice contrasted with the unmistakable blush on her fair face, Shiayar couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
While he was grateful for Silvia's assist that allowed him to enjoy the double benefit of Ennie's favor, he truly couldn't stand it anymore.
It's embarrassing, too embarrassing.
The 'tsundere' label becoming synonymous with 'defeated rival' wasn't without reason.
"Is that so?"
