Squeaking, the door opens, and before my eyes is Sylphy rolling on her bed, hugging a pillow.
Her legs flopping about, rolling back and forth like an adolescent girl.
Although faint, but with the door open, I heard everything.
She doesn't look like the mother of a child.
But super cute.
So much so that I want to dive right in.
By the way, Lucy isn't here. She's in Lilia's room.
But the room isn't sound proof, so it might get noisy.
No no, Roxy is waiting.