In the Spirit Realm constructed by imagination and spirits, there are no sun, moon, and stars to measure time.
Naturally, it's impossible to know how much time has passed within it.
The originally tidy classroom has now become a complete mess.
The Goddess of Abundance weakly collapsed on the desk, breathing rapidly, her blue and white striped sailor uniform soaked with sweat, outlining her full and mesmerizing curves beneath.
Her once fair and gentle face now bore an uncontainable blush.
In her light brown beautiful eyes—dazed, affection, admiration, and longing flickered one after another, a pair of furry wolf ears drooped powerlessly, having lost all resistance.
However, behind the dazed illusion, the Goddess of Abundance's beautiful eyes still retained the last sliver of reason and clarity.
On one side, Shiayar crossed his legs, slightly tilting back his chair, swaying back and forth.
