Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

Kares Casapa.....Les.....made into a gem.....the third party in death.....

Um......

"what!"

Funina had an idea.

the other side.

The midday sun always makes people feel comfortable, especially if you've been sleeping in late.

Luna rubbed her eyes and sat down at the dining table, still half asleep.

Last night, she spent a lot of time figuring out how to package the pearl keyboard, which meant she had to sleep all morning.

The theater troupe? Don't worry, Funina won't be coming today.

She could skip the entire day at the theater if she wanted to.

After all, the script had been completely revised, and some scenes had been changed into duets based on Funina's suggestion.

The level of completion has reached a new level, a state of perfection! Coupled with her and Funina's superb performance, who could resist?

"...I'll go back to sleep for a while longer."

Just as Luna was about to climb back into bed, a familiar voice called out from outside.

"Lulu!"

It seems we have some guests.

She had to suppress her yawn and open the door.

Sure enough, Navia was standing at her doorstep, with a bright, sunny smile on her face.

"Lulu, are you... are you still asleep?"

Luna glanced at what she was wearing.

The loose pajamas and pajama bottoms, along with the exposed tank top, weren't exactly elegant. But she didn't care; after all, the other person was Navia, so what was there to be afraid of?

Luna smiled and said, "I just got up, come in."

"Uh..." Navia's gaze wandered inexplicably, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

"what happened?"

"Your tank top...."

"What's wrong with tank tops?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Wouldn't it be even stranger to point it out specifically?

With these concerns in mind, Navia abruptly changed the subject and quickly stepped into the living room.

Luna rubbed her eyes, closed the door, and casually asked, "Want a drink?"

"What to drink?"

She opened the bag of bread, took a bite, and mumbled, "Milk."

"No need, no need. You haven't had lunch? How about I make it?"

Luna stuffed her mouth full, chewing on the bread and gently shaking her head: "Too much trouble, I'd rather eat out. You didn't come to see me just to hang out, did you?"

Navia scratched her face: "You deduced all of that?"

"I was just guessing. Open your mouth, ah—"

“Eh? Ah——”

Navia instinctively opened her mouth, and Luna fed her the bread.

Then I quickly heated up some milk and lazily sat on the sofa.

"So what is it?" Luna asked with a smile.

Navia wiped the crumbs off her lips and then sat down next to her.

His gaze flickered uncertainly, as if he were thinking or hesitating.

In short, after Luna finished drinking the milk, she finally patted Luna's thigh and leaned down to express her thoughts.

Navia leaned closer: "Well... actually, I did come here to hang out with you! Are you free today? If you are, let's go somewhere together? It's on me."

Luna blinked, thinking that she probably needed to find a suitable time to speak.

Some things can't be clearly stated or spoken out right away.

"Okay, I'll go change now."

Luna stood up.

"Wait a moment!"

Then Navia pressed down on her shoulder and pulled her back down.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Navia looked at Luna's slightly messy hair and took out a small comb.

"Shall I comb your hair for you? This is a Liyue specialty I bought, and I've been wanting to try it on someone else for a while now," she said.

This comb definitely has a classic, antique feel to it from Liyue.

Haven't you tried it yourself?

"No."

"Hmm... then please go ahead."

It's good that I don't have to do it myself.

Luna turned around.

"Wait a moment!"

But Navia turned her back.

"Didn't you say you were going to comb your hair? Do you want to comb it from the front?" Luna asked doubtfully. Putting aside the fact that that would create too much of an ambiguous atmosphere, the question was—would you even be able to comb it properly?

Navia laughed and said, "No, no, I just suddenly realized something."

"what?"

Navia blinked, her face drawing closer again.

Her gaze fell on Luna's nose, specifically... her lips.

"Would you like to put on some lip balm? Or lipstick? Lulu would look even prettier that way."

78: Lulu-senpai, sukisu!

Lipstick? Lip balm?

Luna never paid attention to these things, not even when she was still in the Hearth House, when the girls her age had already learned to dress up and become graceful young women.

“I think I’m pretty enough,” Luna said with a smile.

"She's very beautiful, in fact, she's one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen! But since we're going out to have fun, doesn't Lulu want to try a different style?"

Is it a mature style?

Luna doesn't think her physique and appearance are suitable for mature makeup.

"Am I not suitable?"

“That’s not true.” Navia smiled.

She took out her makeup box and took out a lipstick and a lip gloss.

The brand was unfamiliar, the style was unfamiliar, but Navia's smile was the only familiar one.

"This is a lipstick, the color is very vibrant, it instantly gives you a 'flawless' look; this is a lipstick, it's my favorite shade, I'm sure it will suit you too."

"But the choice is yours, which one do you choose?"

Is it okay if we don't select any of them?

But seeing Navia's familiar, eager, and expectant smile, Luna certainly wouldn't say that.

"Lipstick, please."

Perhaps only mature women like her "father" are suitable for wearing lipstick?

Just sit at the children's table.

Navia nodded: "Okay, then don't move."

"Don't move... You're not planning to apply it for me yourself, are you?" Luna's face flushed slightly.

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

Indeed, there wasn't any, but Luna was more concerned about the lipstick that was already "drawn" in her hand, which didn't look brand new.

"Have you used it?"

Navia nodded again: "Yes, don't worry, I didn't use much, I still have plenty left!"

The problem probably isn't there.

But upon closer examination, it's not a big deal.

Thinking of this, Luna agreed and remained motionless, quietly looking at Navia.

"Okay, don't move..." Navia pinched her lipstick, her gaze fixed on Luna's lips.

Apply gently, and a faint fragrance wafts out.

Luna wasn't used to the sticky feeling on her lips, but seeing how focused Navia was, she sat down anyway.