Shaking away his horny thoughts, Christian quietly moved behind Annabelle before wrapping his arms tightly around her waist from behind.
He hadn't made a sound. Even so, Annabelle didn't flinch in the slightest.
The familiar touch and scent alone were enough for her to immediately recognize who was hugging her, and so, she simply relaxed further into his embrace.
"…Hungry?"
The single word was spoken softly, filled with quiet affection.
And almost unconsciously, Christian nodded.
"Starving."
Logically speaking, his answer made little sense.
Christian had already reached the second mastery stage, gained a skill related to Life, and had even eaten earlier. At this point, he could probably go years without food and still remain perfectly fine.
Yet despite all that, he was still telling the truth.
He was starving.
Starving for food made by his sister's hands.
"It's almost ready," Annabelle said with a soft chuckle. "So be patient for a little longer."
