Lynn's words slowly fell, causing Goddess Tiya, who had her eyes tightly closed, to be slightly startled.
Escape, late night, hypnosis, bed...
Accompanied by these suggestive keywords that surged into her mind, that memory, which felt like just yesterday despite being separated by a hundred thousand years, resurfaced before her eyes.
Recalling the burning touch that lingered in the palm of her hand that night, Goddess Tiya's face turned utterly bright red, much like a boiled crab.
Even though she could mention this incident casually in front of Miss Witch and Ivyst, it didn't mean that Tiya was experienced in these matters.
Compared to Ivyst's enthusiastic and unrestrained personality, her character was more inclined to be calm and reserved.
And now, with the other involved party right in front of her, and also her beloved for the past hundred thousand years, how could she not feel shy?
