Then I glanced at Sydney''s belly.


    "Ahhhhhhhhhh!"


    She screamed shyly while covering her stomach, her face blushed and her ears looked quite cute.


    "are you hungry?"


    "No!"


    Her weak appearance exuded an unexpectedly powerful spirit, and she stared at me with her hips on her hips, her eyes inexplicably moist.


    "Also, it''s impolite to look at a girl''s belly, and it will give people a lustful impression."


    "Yes...so."


    How could I know about this kind of thing? Molly always silently bears my perverted desires. Even if she touches her belly or breasts, she will not resist. This makes me easily blur the boundaries between the two sexes... Well, it is all her fault.


    The image of Jasmine flashed in my mind, and I immediately shook my head to wake myself up.


    Don’t miss her now. Now we are enemies. Even if you think about it, she will not come to warm the bed.


    "Well, so, there''s still some time left now. Are there any ingredients here? I can help my senior make something."


    Sydney lowered her head and asked me in a embarrassed tone.


    (You probably are hungry yourself.)


    Of course I knew what she really thought, so I sighed helplessly.


    "You didn''t have breakfast, did you?"


    "…Um"


    She was silent for a while before responding to me with the faint sound of mosquitoes.


    "Then didn''t you make macarons? Why don''t you make them for yourself some food."


    "Uh... Because it was the first time I did it for someone else, I took a little care, but I started it again many times. After I was done, I hurried out."


    I really have nothing to say. This girl is really rash, and I unknowingly ate all her macarons and felt a little uneasy.


    So I put my hand on her head, and this time I gently stroked it with a force like stroking a pet dog.


    "You''ve worked very hard."


    "Wooah!"


    She trembled all over and then shrank her neck.


    "Ah, senior is so cunning."


    Her expression was both happy and a little lonely, and she muttered softly.


    "What''s the meaning?"


    "Ah, no! Come and make lunch anyway!"


    "Well, since you made a macaron for me, I''ll give you a gift. You don''t have to work **** lunch, just make it for me."