Wildness and Masks

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“Wake up, Geling,” Maggie's cheerful voice reached Ogre's ears.

"Uh..." Ogre was at a loss for words.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the unruly knight girl draping her hair over his face like a spider catching prey.

Those not-so-impressive, yet still noticeable, round objects swayed beneath her clothes with her movements.

Ogre turned his head away.

He didn't know why he felt the need to avoid her. Perhaps it was an inexplicable sense of shame, or maybe he was intimidated by the girl's aura.

"Alright, I know you're shy," Maggie chuckled softly, then got up and put on her sleepwear.

After all, she's just a little girl, it's understandable to be shy.

Hmm, last night's sleep was really comfortable...

"Morning..."

Ogre sat up on the bed and responded softly.

He hadn't truly slept the entire night—because as the night went on, Maggie had used him as a pillow.

He really didn't dare to move.

"Huh? Huh! Huh!"

Maggie turned her head, surprised that the little girl had actually greeted her.

This would make others envious if they heard about it.

Maggie stretched lazily, then walked over to Ogre and playfully tapped his nose. "Alright, little Geling, big sister is heading down now."