Face blank, Hilmirya thought that the anticipated moment was about to happen when Cyclone said, "Hold my body pillow."

Without doing anything else, Cyclone hugged Hilmirya and fell asleep.

Being embraced by Cyclone, feeling the warmth of the other's body, Hilmirya looked at Cyclone, wondering if this was some new form of disciplining.

In the end, Cyclone really fell asleep soundly.

A sense of loss like never before washed over Hilmirya. Shouldn't she be the one playing around and planting seeds without a care on her body now?

With a dead-fish-like expression, Hilmirya gazed at the man beside her. She tried to move her body and even placed Cyclone's hand on her chest, but all she got was a firm, "Stop moving..."

Cold sweat dripped down as fifteen minutes passed. "Really... not going to do anything at all?" Hilmirya couldn't believe those words came from her own mouth.

After a round of longing, the man who could fill the void in her heart finally appeared, but Cyclone just didn't do anything.

This sense of emptiness filled Hilmirya completely. In the end, because Cyclone didn't make a move on her, Hilmirya had to take matters into her own hands.

In Cyclone's embrace, she acted out what Cyclone usually requested. Hands hanging down, focusing on attacking. The sound of heavy breathing becoming more teasing, she extended her exposed thighs to entwine Cyclone back.

With everything prepared, she began to twist her waist continuously. Just as Hilmirya was starting to feel it, Cyclone woke up and calmly said, "Can you just be quiet?"

Like a cold splash of water over her head, Hilmirya realized her body had truly been trained by this man. Even though she felt the sensation, a single sentence could interrupt Hilmirya's teasing. As if her body had become a part of this man, moving left and right as he pleased.

Tears streamed down as Hilmirya knew she couldn't turn back anymore. She leaned against Cyclone's chest and cried. "I said..."

At that moment, Cyclone lightly spoke, then forcefully kicked Hilmirya off the bed. "Damn it! Let's play next time, I just want to sleep now!!"

"Uh?!"

After a few hours, Cyclone finally woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Hilmirya sobbing by the bedside, holding her head.

With a blank look on his face, Cyclone gazed at Hilmirya with a caring, bewildered expression. "What... what's wrong with you?" Hilmirya didn't look up; she just shook her head while holding her head.

Unaccustomed to seeing a beauty cry, especially his own wife, Cyclone was not as tired after his nap and asked, "Do you want to come up?"

In an instant, Hilmirya lifted her head and moved to the edge of the bed. "Can... can I?"

At that moment, Cyclone realized that all the training he had been doing had finally paid off. Invisible training, the most lethal. Unexpectedly, Hilmirya actually took the initiative and revealed a pitiable look.

Unfortunately, it happened to be during the time Cyclone was most irritated. Otherwise, he would have let Hilmirya feel the power of a swordsman long ago.

Cyclone patted Hilmirya's head and sighed. "I'm not going to do anything; I just wanted to share my troubles with you~"

So, Cyclone recounted everything that had happened over the past few days in detail.

Ever since they found out that the Twilight King was coming, Cyclone's household had held a meeting.

As Little Dragon still had a match and couldn’t leave Kakarl casually, Elyse couldn't stay at Cyclone's house in case the Twilight King came knocking, causing an unmanageable situation.

Therefore, the most feasible solution was to hide Elyse at the master's old residence. This way, they could avoid the impending crisis and allow Little Dragon and Elyse to safely pass the Great Dragon festival.

The plan was in place, and Yuna, who had the best skills and was least known to outsiders, accompanied the hidden Elyse, while Eileen and Little Dragon stayed behind as a front. This way, they could seamlessly hide Elyse.

However...

"So... did you two have a fight?"

Hearing Cyclone's explanation, Hilmirya hit the nail on the head, striking Cyclone's heart. Indeed, the core of the plan, Elyse herself, had opposed it.

"No!!"

"Why not?!"

"Why are you even asking? Hmph!"

"..."

Cyclone was speechless, recalling the night before, while being glared at disdainfully by Hilmirya.

"So... did you scold her?"

Cyclone nodded.

"Quit being stubborn! This is for the safety of our child!!"

"No!!"

And so, Cyclone and Elyse went to war. Elyse adopted a stubborn mode, not listening to anything and not saying a word.

Cyclone, on the other hand, took on an ignorant mode, pretending not to see or hear anything.

Their standoff continued until this morning, where both acted as if the other were dead.

"So... that's the reason for your insomnia?"

Cyclone nodded again, and Hilmirya's disdainful gaze had now become a fixed expression.