The Demon Queen's crimson-gold eyes fluttered open, and the very first thing she saw was the hero's face — his intense stare locked directly onto her.
Her breath hitched. Realizing she had been using him as her body pillow, her entire face flushed scarlet.
She buried her face against his neck and muttered in a tiny, trembling voice, "D-Don't stare at me so intensely… you were already so intense…"
Then, realizing what she had just said, she snapped her mouth shut. Her cheeks practically glowed like molten lava.
The hero froze. His ears twitched. His sense, even sealed, had not failed him — he heard her perfectly.
"…Were?" he repeated aloud.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Wasn't he supposed to be explaining to her what "snu-snu" even meant? When had the script skipped ahead?!
He felt his soul shiver as dread crept in.
'No. No, no, no, no, no, no…' he repeated like a mantra, clinging to the hope that he was wrong.
But the Demon Queen's bashful expression only deepened his despair.
