Click.
Seeing the door open, Sunday revealed a smile and was just about to step forward, only to discover that the one standing behind the door wasn't the gray-haired girl he wanted to see, but rather March 7th and Firefly, both with unfriendly expressions.
March 7th: "Yo? Old Sunday's here?"
Firefly: "What are you doing here, chicken wing boy? This is our territory."
March 7th said with a sullen face: "You're not welcome here."
Sunday glanced at the room number, asking with a puzzled expression: "Isn't this Miss Stelle's room?"
Firefly nodded: "Yeah, it is."
Sunday: "Then you two..."
March 7th pushed Sunday aside: "Stelle's not in. If you have something, say it later. See yourself out."
Regarding Sunday, March 7th and the other were still somewhat wary, after all, just a few days ago, this guy was the biggest capitalist in the entire universe. Moreover, if it hadn't been for Sunday's mess before, they would have already gotten to eat.
And now he was showing up at such a critical time to visit—one look and you could tell he had no good intentions!
And what relationship do you have with my Stelle anyway? What are you suddenly coming here today for?
"March, Firefly, why are you blocking the doorway? If there's something, come in and chat."
Stelle poked her head out from behind the two girls, saying with a grin: "Eh? Sunday's here? Come in and sit, come in and sit."
Sunday smiled awkwardly because, from his perspective, March 7th and Firefly were like: (Homelander laser eyes.jpg)
Only Stelle had clear eyes, sandwiched between the two, looking out of place.
A drop of sweat trickled down the back of Sunday's head: "I... my first visit is indeed a bit abrupt. How about... forget it?"
"Hm?"
Stelle was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something. She placed her hands on March 7th and Firefly's shoulders, poking her head out from between the two, seriously observing their expressions.
Sunday's perspective: (Cat form March 7th and Firefly.jpg)
"Come on, come on. Anyway, I don't have anything to do."
Stelle, quite familiarly, put an arm around Sunday and pulled him into the room. "Thanks to you, our Train Crew is rich now. This house is huge—three people sleeping in it won't be cramped."
Thump thump—
What Stelle didn't know was that when she made physical contact with Sunday, the latter's heartbeat accelerated, a shy blush appeared on his face, and the little wings on the back of his head unfurled, hinting at his delighted inner state.
Actually, the reason Sunday came this time was to confirm one thing.
Ever since three days ago when Stelle had fished him back, he had discovered that he seemed to have changed in certain aspects.
For example, before, when he saw boys like Gallagher who exuded strong masculine charm, he would feel longing and admiration, but now when he saw them again, it felt bland and uninteresting.
It was like... tsk, how to describe it? Using more professional terminology, this was called raising the "happiness threshold."
There was no one left who could satisfy his emotional value.
After much thought, Sunday recalled the scene in the dream backlash of Ena's Dream three days ago, where the gray-haired girl brought him redemption.
The touch from that time was unprecedented, so Sunday began to suspect: Could it be because of that contact that his emotional needs had been elevated?
Had he become interested in women again?
However, when Robin smilingly brought him oatmeal porridge and said, "Brother, it's time to take your medicine," he still felt a chill down his spine and extreme discomfort.
Therefore, after three days of contemplation, Sunday reached a conclusion: He must have developed some kind of psychological dependence on Stelle?
He didn't say "like" because Sunday was a very rigorous and reserved person. He didn't dare to speculate so directly, or else he would feel like he was offending the other party.
Thus, he came to visit in person, but he hadn't expected that just upon contact, his body gave feedback.
Sunday felt that Stelle's arm was soft, her body warm, and she smelled fragrant, but why did it always feel a bit like a thorn in his back? So strange—whatever, never mind. This little reaction wasn't enough; more rigorous testing was needed.
With that in mind, Sunday cleared his throat lightly and said: "Miss Stelle, it's like this. In the past, due to mistaken thoughts, I did wrong things, but fortunately, with your help and everyone else's, you pulled me back from the wrong path. For that, I want to express my sincere gratitude."
March 7th sidled up behind Sunday: "So you're just here to express thanks, right? You shouldn't have anything else, then?"
Sunday shook his head: "Verbal thanks are the most meaningless. How could I do something so hypocritical? Before coming here, I considered bringing some gifts, but since the Train Crew has inherited Chairman Mikhail's shares, I imagine that no matter how valuable the items, they'd just be roadside bricks."
"So, I want to express my thanks with actual actions: Stelle, I want to invite you to my 'Dewlight Pavilion.' It's my private entertainment sanctuary. There, you will enjoy pleasures surpassing the Dreamflux Reef."
"Before, Chairman Mikhail offered to buy it from me with assets in the fifties digits, and I didn't agree."
Hearing this, March 7th and Firefly immediately understood: This damn Sunday has finally shown his true colors. You want to ask my Stelle (Stelle) out on a date, huh?!
What an outrageous reversal—utterly unreasonable!
They hadn't even gotten to eat yet, and here you, the third wheel, dare to barge in?!
Do you not want your legs anymore?
Stelle nodded, her eyes clear: "Sure, sure. Anyway, I don't have any plans today. The three of us in the room can only play games. It's perfect to go out and get some exercise."
March 7th & Firefly: Bad, she agreed!
(Actually, the three had been playing games because the two among them were mutually checking each other, so neither could get to eat.)
Sunday smiled: "In that case, let's go. My car is downstairs."
"Wait a minute." Stelle pulled out her phone: "Didn't you say thanks to the whole Train Crew? I'll call Himeko and the others—everyone go together."
Hearing this, March 7th and the other finally breathed a slight sigh of relief: Good, good. A-Stelle (Stelle Bao) is still this adorably naive. With others accompanying, they could feel more at ease.
Sunday probably still didn't quite understand Stelle's (Stelle's) thought processes.
Who knew that the next second, Sunday would wave his hand: "Oh, regarding that, I had already considered it."
"Since everyone's preferences are bound to differ, I contacted the other Train Crew friends beforehand. For Mr. Welt, I prepared a mecha factory with at least ten thousand different models and licensed super mechas from various copyrights. Mr. Welt said he was very happy."
"For Miss Himeko, she's undergoing one-on-one master training in the kitchen of one of my restaurants, honing her culinary skills."
"Mr. Dan Heng's novels and comics have been signed by me and are being promoted across the entire galaxy with the highest specifications. Right now, he should be busy with creation."
"As it stands, only you and Miss March 7th are left. Considering that one-on-one thanks is the most sincere, I chose you first."
"What I mean is, today, it's just the two of us."