Although it wasn't the first time being called cute by Astrid, whenever those words came from the lips of this person who was as pure and serene as moonlight and a gentle breeze, Lyra still felt a wave of shyness wash over her heart.
She'd never once heard Astrid call anyone else cute. At the very least, this proved she was special, unique, in Astrid's eyes.
If only she could be considered not just cute, but also reliable, that would be even better.
"Astrid... is also cute..."
Slightly rubbing her legs together, the pink-haired girl wearing freshly changed white stockings felt the silk cool and smooth against her skin. She wasn't sure whether it was because her beloved had helped her put them on, adding a psychological effect, or if they were simply meant to feel this way, but the stockings didn't feel tight at all.
"Cute?"
Astrid softly repeated the word, her bewitching red eyes gazing at Lyra with a faint, teasing smile.
"I've never heard anyone call me that before."
