The terrifying image from just a moment ago seemed to fade away amidst their childish, intimate roughhousing.
The last embers of awkwardness hanging in the air were completely scattered and extinguished by the sudden pillow fight.
After a while, the girl seemed to have tired herself out. Her breathing was a little ragged, and beads of sweat dampened a few strands of hair at her temples.
She looked at the boy before her, who still had a silly grin on his face, wrinkled her nose, and let out a short "Hmph!"
With a sudden, forceful swing of her arm—
SMACK!
The soft, fluffy down pillow landed squarely and precisely on Shen Yuan's head!
It instantly "drowned" him in a sea of softness.
Shen Yuan's vision went black as his nose was instantly filled with the faint, dusty scent characteristic of down and fabric.
Almost immediately, Shen Yuan raised his hands and ripped the pillow off his face.
