Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 240 I Was the One Who Went First
It shouldn't be possible, right?

Lord thought about it carefully. Although Vlame's behavior today was indeed a bit strange, it was still within acceptable limits and he did not do anything out of line.

The only affectionate thing they did was wipe the jam off my mouth; nothing else.

Moreover, the other party had been adopted and taught magic by her and Celia since childhood, and had never had contact with other men, so naturally she did not know the proper boundaries when interacting with others.

The more Lord thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. Of course, it was also possible that he subconsciously didn't want to think about Vlame's many actions in that way.

Because if that's really the case, it will be a huge headache for him.

Celia cut off a small piece of steak, put it in her mouth, and chewed it slowly.

Her gaze occasionally swept over Lord across from her, but most of the time she focused on the food in front of her, as if the slightly oppressive scene from just moments ago had never happened.

She had wanted to sit next to that man, but unfortunately, Vlamé beat her to it.

The elf's slowness made her merely feel a little annoyed by Vlame's preemptive strike, without giving it much thought.

Moreover, her thoughts had already drifted elsewhere.

The steak was delicious; Vlamé had specially placed it for Lord, who then naturally passed it on to himself.

Although I don't know who chose this restaurant, I have to admit that they have excellent taste.

But that doesn't matter.

Lord's almost instinctive behavior and kindness made her involuntarily recall the kiss that happened last night under the moonlight, an accident caused by her drunkenness.

Memories flooded her tongue like a tide, spreading along with the taste of the pork chop, and a fluttering sensation that made her heart beat slightly faster.

The touch of Lord's lips, his unique scent, and the eyes that reflected my image back then.
"cough."

Seria coughed softly, trying to dispel the images that had suddenly become incredibly clear in her mind, a faint blush rising at the base of her ears.

She subconsciously picked up the water glass next to her and took a sip, trying to suppress the inexplicable feeling rising within her. For some reason, her body also felt hot.

The temperature wasn't even that high at the moment.

Lord, who was opposite her, noticed this subtle change in her.

He noticed that Seria seemed a little different than usual, and as if he had thought of something, he chuckled softly, his voice carrying a tacit understanding only the two of them could comprehend: "What? Not to your liking? Or are you thinking about something else? Like..."

His words were pointed, clearly alluding to what happened last night.

Last night, after Miss Elf realized what had happened, she made up an excuse and returned to her room, thus putting an end to Lord's further thoughts.

Now, it's a good time to bring up the old story again.

Celia paused, raised her eyes, and glared at him.

However, compared to his usual aloofness, his eyes now inexplicably held a hint of shyness, making them not only lack any intimidating power but also appear somewhat adorable.

Lord really likes Celia now.

"No! Eat your food." She replied in a low voice, her tone stiff, and pushed a plate of untouched dessert toward him.

Vlame's fingers tightened suddenly around the spoon.

She saw it!

She clearly saw Ms. Celie's momentary awkwardness and Mr. Lord's indulgent smile.

That was a realm she had never entered before and could never reach!
Why...why did this happen? I was the one who invited the teacher out shopping first, I was the one who sat next to the teacher, I was the one who served him food...

But why did everything change as soon as Celie appeared?

The teacher's gaze was no longer focused on her; even the food she had picked up ended up in Teacher Celie's bowl.

A sharp pain suddenly shot through her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She felt like an unwanted outsider, sitting there awkwardly, watching their intimate behavior.

Just then, Lord picked up the berries that were garnishing the dessert that Celie was pushing towards him, but instead of eating them himself, he held them to Celie's lips.

"Try this, it looks quite sweet." His movements were very natural, as if he had done it countless times.

Over the course of a thousand years, he had fed this sweet fruit to the fairy lady countless times; this action was merely a subconscious one.

Celia was clearly taken aback.

She looked at the tree fruit so close to her, then glanced up at Lord, who was smiling.

Normally, she would probably slap his hand away in disgust, but then, unable to resist the man's insistence, she would be forced to accept being fed.

But at this moment, perhaps the memories of last night are still haunting him.

She hesitated for only a moment, then leaned forward slightly, opened her mouth, and gently bit the bright red fruit.

During this time, her lips inevitably brushed against Lord's fingertips.

This scene was witnessed by Vlamé, who was standing next to him.

For a moment, all three seemed to pause.

Celia quickly sat back down, chewed a few times, swallowed rapidly, and commented dismissively, "Not bad." However, the tips of her ears had somehow turned as red as the fruit.

Lord withdrew his hand, and the soft touch seemed to linger on his fingertips.

Vlame, who was standing to the side, could no longer hold back.

She suddenly stood up, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a screeching sound, attracting the surprised looks of several guests at the surrounding tables.

"I...I forgot that Frillie hasn't eaten yet! I'll go feed Frillie first!"

Vlame's voice trembled uncontrollably. She didn't even dare to look at Lord and Celia's expressions. With her head down, she spoke very quickly, "You two eat slowly, I'm going back now!"

After saying that, she turned around almost as if fleeing and rushed out of the restaurant.

She was afraid that if she stayed even a second longer, the tears that were about to spill from her eyes would burst forth.

Why... do I feel so bad?
It's only natural that Professor Lord and Professor Celie have a good relationship, isn't it?

But why does my heart ache so much?
Watching Vlamé's hasty retreat, Celia frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled by his strong reaction.

Lord frowned, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

Judging from Vlame's reaction just now, things seem to be developing in the direction he least wanted to see?
After all, he wasn't a slow-witted elf. Although he had spent a long time with a certain elf who was indifferent to feelings, and had become accustomed to that indifference, it didn't mean that he had become like that himself.

But when did it start?
Lord was puzzled.

In short, we need to talk to Vlame.

(End of this chapter)