Just then, Herbert's eyelashes suddenly trembled lightly, as if he were about to wake up from his dream.
!!!
The Cold Winter Goddess froze on the spot, her heart giving a violent thump. She instinctively pulled back her hand, held her breath, and stared tensely at his face.
After quite a while, seeing that Herbert only furrowed his brows slightly and didn't actually wake up, she finally let out a breath, patting her own chest—she even missed the first time.
She'd forgotten how different a girl's barren body was from her own, and her hand subconsciously landed on empty air.
Uphemia quietly adjusted, pressing her hand firmly downward until she finally managed to pat her chest, putting on an expression of "that scared me to death."
That look was completely different from the dignified image of a Goddess in the eyes of mortals, making her seem more like a little girl caught stealing candy.
Should I stop?
"Ahem, it's fine, it's fine, I didn't do anything…"
