Chapter 82: Elven Class
Inolda’s bold eyes rolled with a dramatic sweep, a silent jab at Alex’s teasing comment about her attachment, her lips twitching but offering no words.
She lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling, her pink curls splayed in a chaotic halo across the pillow, her vibrant tunic splayed open, exposing her sweat-slicked skin that shimmered faintly under the silvery glow of the ceiling’s crystal orb.
Her bare breasts rose and fell with slow, heavy breaths, her body heavy with exhaustion, the haze of their intense session dulling her usual fiery edge.
Alex’s amusement deepened, his red eyes glinting with a playful spark as he propped himself up on one elbow, the pillow soft beneath him, his body relaxed but thrumming with the afterglow of their encounter.
He watched her, a lopsided smile curving his lips, drawn to the steady rhythm of her breathing, the way her bold eyes stared upward, unfocused, caught in a sleepy stupor that softened her sharp demeanor.
The air was thick with the musky scent of their exertion, laced with her sharp floral perfume and a faint trace of ink from the cluttered desk nearby, where parchments lay scattered, untouched since the morning’s rush.
Alex’s gaze lingered, his mind drifting briefly to the system’s recent chime, Level 2 Elf, yet no discernible change, a nagging puzzle that faded in the face of Inolda’s presence.
Her vulnerability, stripped of her usual snark, was oddly compelling, a stark contrast to the bold, defiant girl who’d sparred with him earlier.
Curiosity stirred, and he broke the quiet with a casual, "So, what’re your abilities?"