Looking at Lyra's lovely, dewy cheeks, the faint rosy flush spreading across her snow-white skin and the glimmer flowing through her watery sky-blue eyes like a reflected river of stars, even if Astrid had not been the one who initiated that series of intimate gestures, she could more or less guess what Lyra was referring to.
She meant how she had taken the initiative to sit on the pink-haired girl's lap, pinched her cheeks, then leaned down and kissed her gently.
Such actions could reinforce Lyra's perception of reality?
When Astrid did not immediately respond, the pink-haired girl in a blouse and short skirt blushed even more deeply. Her white-stockinged feet shifted lightly over the soft rug, tugging at the delicate fabric around her toes.
