MMORPG: I was BUGGED-Chapter 316: Robes, Brushes, and Unspoken Desires

As Xin approached the dining table, he was greeted by a sight that left him momentarily stunned.

The table was a culinary masterpiece, adorned with another exquisite Japanese feast that beckoned to be savored.

The delicate aroma of freshly prepared sushi and the mouthwatering presence of succulent steaks overwhelmed his senses.

Each dish was meticulously arranged, showcasing an impressive display of culinary skill that Xin couldn’t help but marvel at.

The vibrant colors of the sushi rolls, the perfectly seared steaks, and the artful arrangement of side dishes created a visual symphony that stirred both hunger and admiration.

Seraphina sure have over done it. Xin mused to himself.

Though he didn’t want to admit it, this would be one of the things that he would miss when he was back to their old house.

Just as Xin was about to fully immerse himself in the gastronomic delights before him, the sound of a door opening caught his attention.

Turning his gaze, he beheld Seraphina emerging from her room, her flushed and wet hair indicating a recent shower.

The nonchalant grace with which she stepped into the room added an air of casual elegance to the scene.

"Oh, the food’s here?" she exclaimed with utter nonchalance, as if the culinary masterpiece before her was an everyday occurrence. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Xin caught off guard, couldn’t find the words to respond. His eyes inadvertently swept over her figure, and he couldn’t help but notice that she was only wearing a robe.

Seraphina’s pretty face, adorned with an angelic smile, made Xin swallow hard as he tried to compose himself in the unexpected moment of vulnerability.

"Shall we eat?" Seraphina offered graciously, taking her seat at the table.

Xin, without uttering a word, settled into his chair and began to eat, making a conscious effort to keep his gaze steady on his food. He silently wished he had brought his phone; it would serve as a convenient excuse not to look in Seraphina’s direction.

"Are you okay?"

Seraphina’s low voice startled Xin, causing him to lift his head from his plate. Her sweet smile met his gaze, and he quickly averted his eyes, trying to maintain a semblance of composure.

"Is something the matter?" Seraphina inquired once again.

There was an unusual quality to her words, Xin thought, as if they were slower, lower, and slightly slurred. It seemed like she was deliberately drawing his attention, and the realization left him puzzled.

’Is she teasing me?’ Xin wondered inwardly, suppressing the urge to laugh at himself.

The enigmatic tone in Seraphina’s voice sparked a curiosity he couldn’t quite comprehend.

In a moment of clarity, Xin firmly dismissed the notion that THE Seraphina Fey was attempting to seduce him.

There was no way that would happen.

Cleansing his mind of any lingering thoughts, he managed to regain his composure.

Now composed, Xin felt confident enough to direct his gaze back at Seraphina.

"Aren’t you cold with just a robe?" Xin inquired, his tone thoughtful. "Shouldn’t you be wearing something thicker? It’s the winter season right now."

Seraphina’s smile faltered for an instant, a subtle reaction Xin couldn’t help but notice.

There was a momentary pause as she considered Xin’s words. Despite being well aware of Xin’s stoic nature, part of her had hoped for a different reaction.

However, this was Xin — predictable, practical, and seemingly immune to the subtle games she occasionally played.

Though disappointed, Seraphina concealed her feelings with a practiced composure, realizing that Xin’s response aligned perfectly with her expectations.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment that Xin wasn’t reacting the way she had secretly hoped for.

The silence hung in the air for a moment longer, a brief pause pregnant with unspoken sentiments.

"I’m fine," Seraphina replied with a calm demeanor, adjusting her robe with a delicate gesture. "This is quite thick and very comfortable. Or are you uncomfortable with my outfit?" she boldly inquired, hoping a direct approach would elicit a reaction from his typically stoic face.

Xin, unfazed, continued chewing on a piece of steak before responding, "If you’re comfortable with your clothing, then everything is fine."

Seraphina’s attempt to provoke a reaction fell short, and a mild sigh escaped her lips.

Nevertheless, she decided to embrace a more lighthearted tone, giggling away her subtle disappointment. "Is that right? Then don’t mind if I wear this throughout our art session."

Xin merely shrugged, his nonchalant response prompting another round of disappointment from Seraphina.

"Suit yourself," he added, maintaining his composed demeanor.

After the delightful feast concluded, the atmosphere in the room shifted as the duo prepared for their art session.

Seraphina gracefully assumed a poised position on the couch, an embodiment of elegance, while Xin, in silent reverence, readied his painting supplies.

The room was enveloped in a tranquil ambiance as Xin began to paint, his movements deliberate and methodical.

Seraphina was merely observing his every brushstroke, her gaze fixed on him with an intensity that hinted at something more than mere artistic appreciation.

Yet, Xin chose to dismiss the unusual quality of her stare.

Xin realized there was little benefit in raising his hopes, especially when he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to entertain thoughts of romance at this moment.

Instead, he submerged himself in the creative process, allowing the strokes of his brush to dance across the canvas.

The room filled with the soothing sounds of paint being applied, each movement a step towards capturing the essence of Seraphina.

As Xin immersed himself in his craft, he found himself captivated not only by the real-life Seraphina before him but also by the evolving portrait on the canvas.

It was as if the lines and colors were weaving a spell, blurring the boundaries between art and reality.

There was an inexplicable moment of enchantment, a surreal fusion of the living Seraphina and her painted counterpart.

In that moment, Xin contemplated not auctioning the painting, as if preserving the magic of the moment within the confines of the canvas.

The thought lingered briefly, a whisper in the creative recesses of his mind before it was gone as soon as the idea entered his thoughts.