Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 235 Seria is sleeping
She quickly stepped aside, subtly blocking Lord's path, and said in a slightly faster tone, "Teacher Lord, why don't we just have the maid bring it over later? There's no need to wake Teacher Celie."

Lord stopped and thought about it, then realized it made sense.

Knowing Celia's personality, if she's woken up without enough sleep, she'll probably be quite grumpy in the morning. "Yeah, let her sleep then."

Vlamed secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his joy growing even stronger.

Success! The first step of the plan is complete!
She followed Lord cheerfully to the city lord's mansion restaurant.

The restaurant was quiet in the early morning, with several maids busy at work, and a sumptuous breakfast was being served one after another.

Vlamé's gaze was precisely fixed on the long table.

Normally, Celia would naturally sit to Lord's left, but this time, without hesitation, almost as if making a declaration, she took the seat first.

This is a huge victory for her!

"Teacher, please sit here!" She patted the seat next to her.

Lord raised an eyebrow slightly, without giving it much thought, and sat down next to Vlamé.

Throughout his long life, seating was never something he needed to care about.

The maid served breakfast to the two of them, but Vlame's mind was not on the food at all.

She ate in small bites while secretly observing Lord.

The opportunity is coming!

Lord accidentally got a little jam on the corner of his lips.

Vlamé's heart suddenly raced. She immediately pulled out her handkerchief from her bosom, leaned towards Lord seemingly naturally, and said in a low voice, "Teacher, you have a little bit on here."

Before Lord could react, she touched the corner of his lips with the handkerchief in her hand.

Lord paused for a moment.

The girl's fingers, through the silk handkerchief, felt warm to the touch.

She was very close, so close that Lord could clearly smell the scent emanating from her, a scent different from Celie's cool and elegant fragrance, but rather a youthful scent carrying sunshine and a faint floral fragrance.

Her breath brushed gently across her upper cheek, bringing a slightly itchy, unusual sensation.

Lord felt... something seemed off.

This feeling is very strange.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

Spending so much time with the aloof Celia, Lord was momentarily taken aback by his apprentice's almost blunt tenderness.

Or perhaps, Lord simply saw it as an affectionate remark about Vlame.

A close interaction between a master and his apprentice.

Just as he was slightly distracted, Vlame had already wiped away the jam, but instead of leaving immediately, she looked up at him from this very close distance and took the opportunity to start a conversation: "Teacher, what are our plans next? About that demon king?"

She successfully steered the conversation toward the main topic.

Lord suppressed his slight unease, nodded, and his expression became slightly more serious: "Yes, the other party is a big problem and must be dealt with as soon as possible."

He thought about it and felt that Vlame, as his disciple, also had the right to know these things, so he carefully explained the origin of the Demon King and the dilemma that killing her might lead to the destruction of the world.

Vlame listened intently, but at least half of her attention was not on the content itself, but on the man in front of her. As she listened, she subtly moved closer to him.

The distance that had already been shortened when she wiped his mouth was cleverly maintained and continued to shrink.

Lord was so engrossed in his story that he didn't notice anything amiss.

When he finished speaking and subconsciously turned to see Vlamé's reaction, he suddenly realized...

Before he knew it, Vlame's face was right in front of him. The distance between them was so close that he could see his own reflection in Vlame's eyes and even feel the warmth of her breath on his neck.

This was the first time Lord had been so close to the girl, far exceeding the scope of a normal master-disciple conversation, much closer than between many close friends, and carrying with it an ambiguous sense of pressure.

Lord's words came to an abrupt halt.

He leaned back slightly, trying to create some distance, his brows furrowing noticeably as he looked at his disciple, who was so close to him, his voice tinged with doubt: "Volamei? Why are you standing so close?"

Vlamed's brain immediately started working at high speed within 0.1 seconds!
Don't panic! Absolutely do not give yourself away!

In the blink of an eye, a perfect excuse was formed.

She had a fawning smile on her face and her voice was soft.

"Teacher, I just feel really, really bad when I think about what we did without permission before, and how you and Teacher Celie had to come and rescue us."

She lowered her head slightly, then raised her eyelids, looking at Lord with an apologetic gaze. "So I was thinking, could I take this opportunity to express my apologies? Did I make you uncomfortable, teacher?"

Her reasoning did sound somewhat reasonable, and her cautious yet slightly aggrieved expression was extremely deceptive.

Looking at her like this, Lord still harbored doubts, but he didn't say anything more.

Is it because of guilt that I want to please myself?

Humans do seem to have this kind of comparison... well, direct expression of emotions.

Compared to Celia's cold and disdainful attitude, Vlame's approach, while somewhat unfamiliar to him, didn't seem like a bad thing.

He smiled helplessly, his tone softening: "There's no need to worry so much. You were trying to save people, which is understandable. The consequences were within a controllable range and did not cause any irreparable damage, so there's no need to keep it in mind."

He tried to restore the atmosphere to normal.

However, Vlamé was delighted to hear Lord's words.

The teacher didn't suspect anything! They didn't even realize that the distance was clearly abnormal.

She suddenly felt grateful to Ms. Celie.

She and Lord had spent so much time together that they had forgotten human emotions, and that they hadn't even realized their own feelings during this level of intimacy.

"Okay! Thank you, teacher!" She immediately seized the opportunity, a bright smile spreading across her face.

Although the body moved back slightly, it still remained within a range closer than normal social distance.

She picked up her chopsticks, took out a piece of dessert, and placed it on the plate in front of Lord. "Teacher, try this! It's delicious!"

Her eyes were full of expectation, as if Lord eating the pastry meant he had truly forgiven her.

Looking at his disciple with pure eyes, Lord completely let go of the last trace of unease in his heart, shook his head with a smile, and picked up his chopsticks: "Okay, I'll try it."

(End of this chapter)