"Um, Mum, Yumo~"
At this moment, inside Yumo's bedroom, a black-haired young girl was sitting gracefully on the sofa. Meanwhile, Mengxi, the Girl of Destiny, who possessed the Holy powers, lay quietly on Yumo's thigh.
Taking advantage of this rare moment, Mengxi slowly closed her eyes, peacefully savoring the all-encompassing presence that emanated from her beloved Yumo. The refreshing, ethereal fragrance, the gentle rhythm of Yumo's breathing, the delicate rustling of her hair, and the sensation of their skin touching were all so familiar to Mengxi.
For Mengxi, everything about Yumo was unforgettable. And now, after nearly two months of separation, being in contact with these familiar sensations, Mengxi couldn't help but feel her cheeks flush and her heart race. The beautiful face of her beloved one gradually took on a rosy hue.
