"Creak~"
The door was gently pushed open, and a sneaky figure slipped into the room before heaving a long sigh of relief. She stretched lazily, and burped as she fiddled with the automatic oil lamp beside her door. As she did so, she murmured to herself, "Thank heavens I wasn't caught. Otherwise, those guys are going to report me to Father again."
"Those guys are really annoying, right?" A voice echoed in response.
"Yes! They're so annoy—" Vivian replied instinctively before her expression abruptly stiffened. The oil lamp slowly lit up her room, and she turned with a panicked expression toward the table, where Michael was sitting. "Father! Why are you here? Weren't you supposed to be back really late tonight?"
"If I hadn't come back early, I wouldn't have caught you, you greedy little cat." Michael wore a serious expression on his face. He was also feeling quite resigned at the sight of Vivian in male attire.