For some reason, as soon as Meow entered the room, she felt like the whole atmosphere was off.
Meow moved her hand slightly and whispered, "Tyr, now that there's no one else around, you... you, you can let go of my hand..."
Tyr, after a moment, lazily said, "Oh..."
Meow awkwardly smiled and had to exert some strength to pull her hand free.
Even if she didn't think much about it, she could tell Tyr didn't want to let go of her hand.
Meow put her hand behind her back, "Um... how... are we going to sleep tonight?"
Tyr smirked, "Isn't there a bed?"
Meow blushed, "I... I mean, just... one bed."
Tyr: "Don't worry, it's big enough."
Meow...
She felt as if she couldn't continue chatting with Tyr; clearly, that's not what she meant.
Meow gathered her courage, "Tyr, both of us know this is a fake marriage, so... so, we shouldn't be on the same bed."
Tyr: "Then what do we do?"
