In the morning, Michelle felt too lazy to get up and remained in bed, her face buried in the pillow. She felt Cold Flame's gaze on the back of her head as he observed her, clearly still thinking about what she had done during the night. She turned her head to the side a bit and opened one of her eyes to look at you. "Is it still annoying you so much...?" she asked lazily.
Cold Flame stared at her for a moment longer before answering: "No!" He shook his head. "I'm just wondering... Why did it take you so long to realize that you weren't supposed to push against the twists, but that instead you should have gotten in harmony with the space? Most of the time, you are smart, but yesterday, you were just stupid!"
Hearing Cold Flame's words, Michelle arched an eyebrow. "Are you insulting your contract master now...?" she propped her head up on the palm of her hand as she finally opened both eyes, with a sneer on her lips.