Miss Riddler just wants to level up in peace.

Kiana puffed out her cheeks, but her body betrayed her by secretly putting the chocolate away.

"I'm sorry, I only made that one."

"However, I also really like Kiana."

Faced with such a direct confession, the paramecium blushed and said, "I-I know, do we even need to explain our relationship?"

"Mei too, you are all important people to me."

"Please marry me."

Mei responded earnestly.

"Hmm, and Seele and Theresa too..."

"Eh, even Seele...?"

Seele easily takes other people's words to heart. She clasped her hands together, unsure how to respond to her feelings.

As they were talking, Theresa returned with a Coke.

Once inside the kitchen, she realized she didn't know how to make hangover soup, so she simply brought back a bottle of ice-cold cola.

"Drinking carbonated beverages while drunk is bad for your health. Let's forget about it. I'll take Yao back to her room to rest."

"Kiana, you can't eat alone."

Mei, of course, knew Kiana's little scheme, and so she stopped her.

On another day like this, who would believe I don't have some thoughts?

Even she herself couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't do anything to the adorable Ziyao when she was drunk.

"Please calm down."

Theresa said with displeasure, "I won't interfere with your complicated relationship, but please let Ziyao rest well today."

Faced with the lecture, the two exchanged glances and had no choice but to give up.

"Bronya, can I ask you for a favor?"

Compared to those two love-struck fools, Theresa trusts the reliable Bronya more.

"Please rest assured, Headmaster."

"I will definitely... take good care of my sister."

Volume 1: Chapter 238 It's All My Sister's Fault (Part 6)

"Everyone has a side that no one knows about."

With a sigh of relief, Theresa heard what had just happened.

No wonder he was hesitant to let her buy sparkling wine; it turns out he couldn't handle it.

Honestly, if that's the case, just say it to my face.

I have to say, she looked quite cute.

"Auntie, can we go over later, after Ziyao has sobered up?"

"I would prefer you to go tomorrow, but whatever, it's up to you."

..

"Click—"

Bronya locked the door behind her back and carried the girl to the bed.

"I feel so bad, stay with me a little longer..."

As she turned to grab a towel, the girl suddenly hugged her from behind.

They are very clingy, and you can't dislike them at all; on the contrary, you're secretly pleased.

Bronya didn't like herself this way.

She had clearly made up her mind to try to maintain the sisterly relationship.

However, she still longed for him.

The headmaster entrusted her with her sister's care out of trust, but she couldn't help having other thoughts.

"Sister, listen to me. Let Bronya go first. If you're feeling unwell, please lie down and rest in bed."

"Otherwise, I won't have a sister."

Upon hearing this, the girl finally let go of her hand, her tone anxious.

"You mustn't abandon your sister. She hates being abandoned and doesn't want to repeat the same mistake."

Coupled with her timid, moist eyes, Bronya suddenly felt like she was the bad guy.

Sister Ziyao, it turns out she's a delicate girl too.

She thought so.

But... what does "discard" mean?

Intrigued, she asked, "Why did you agree to be Bronya's older sister in the first place?"

"Because Bronya is cute, I like her very much."

The girl tilted her head, still slightly intoxicated, her cheeks flushed.

She spoke her mind very frankly.

"You're lying. You say that to everyone."

The headmistress, Seele, Mei, and Kiana.

"I have a feeling that I've seen you before I first met you in St. Freya."

Bronya carefully examined the girl's face and said calmly.

Like a poison, it subtly and constantly draws her in.

Could it be that Kiana was talking to herself in her sleep, mentioning the previous cycle?

But that's not important.

Because she remembers nothing and has no intention of recalling anything.

As long as this feeling remains, that's enough.

Soon, she too would completely suppress it and bury it in a corner of her heart.

"Please lie down and rest for a while."

Take a deep breath and stop looking at this fool who is tempting others to commit crimes and is completely unaware of it.

My heart was pounding. Realizing that we were alone together, my heart rate increased, which made my blood circulate faster and caused my cheeks to flush.

To stay calm, Bronya had to repeatedly remind herself of the relationship between the two of them.

They were very close, yet separated by an unseen high wall.

Taking another step forward would have been exciting, but we encountered this obstacle.

"Drink slowly, don't choke."

I brewed a cup of black tea, supported Ziyao's back, and made her drink it, relieving the girl's dry mouth. At least she wouldn't ask to drink any more alcohol.

As for its effect on relieving hangovers... it's practically nonexistent.

"Bronya is your sister, so please stop saying such frivolous and pretty things."

Even if I heard it, I wouldn't feel happy.

Actually, I'm very happy.

The thought that it was all fake made me feel disappointed again.

“Everything my sister said came from the bottom of her heart.”

Seeing Bronya's distressed expression, the girl shook her head repeatedly and tried to explain.

"Then from now on, you're allowed to tell a little lie."

Taking another deep breath, Bronya decided to completely sever ties, displaying her impatience.

She didn't blame Ziyao; she was more dissatisfied with herself.

"that....."

The girl still wanted to say something.

"enough."

"Bronya doesn't want to hear her sister anymore. Please be quiet, or I'll take you back to your room."

Bronya wanted to go even further, perhaps with a harsher tone.

However, she can't do that; that's the best she can do.

However, compared to usual, she was frighteningly serious now.

..

"..."

Ziyao fell silent.

"I don't say just anything..."

The girl remained in a duck-sitting position on the bed, speaking in an extremely calm and serious tone, as if she were not drunk at all.

His words carried a clear sense of desolation.

Bronya froze, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a sharp pain.

Looking back, the girl's face was flushed, and she was gently twirling a strand of hair with her fingers to hide her unease.

Even in this state of complete freedom, confessing her feelings was still a very shy thing for her.

It's both awkward and endearing.

In just a moment, he quickly reverted to being that drunken fool.