Chapter 44 The Festival Of Flustered Hearts

• The next morning, Aelries stepped into the inn’s dining area, the scent of warm bread and roasted vegetables lingering in the air. She spotted Mixarnt already seated at a table, half a loaf in his mouth, and her lips curved into a gentle smile.
• “Morning, Mr. Pervert,” she greeted teasingly.
• “Haha! You have no evidence~” Mixarnt grinned, raising his hands innocently before wiggling his fingers like he was about to grope something. “Unless you want me to make some~ hehe.”