The room was hushed, with only the soft rustling of leaves outside breaking the silence and the distant sounds of people talking.
As they lay side by side, a gentle beam of moonlight spilt through the window, casting a magical glow upon the room. Oliver, stirred by the beauty in front of him, couldn't resist reaching out to touch the moment. He extended his hand and gently placed it on Fujikiri's chest.
Fujikiri roused from her slumber, and blinked sleepily at Oliver's unexpected touch. "What are you up to?" she murmured, her voice a gentle melody in the quiet room.
She would have been the only person to question him like this because if he did this to any other females, they would gladly welcome his touch.
Oliver simply smiled in response, his eyes reflecting the moon's ethereal glow. "How does the moon look tonight?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of wonder.
