Incompatible Interspecies Wives

Chapter 64: The Saint Who Hates God (3)

Even after the feast was over, Ner did not untangle her tail wrapped around Berg's waist.

She didn't know the exact reason why.

She just did.

Perhaps it was because she didn't want to stumble and fall while tipsy. Or perhaps, as per Berg's request, she wanted to express that they were a loving couple.

Or maybe the emotions she felt during the feast hadn't fully settled yet.

"Let's go back."

At Berg's words, Ner leaned into his arm.

It was a choice made while under the influence of alcohol.

Ner looked up at Berg. He, too, seemed unbothered by her actions.

"..."

Suddenly, the thought crossed Ner's mind that Berg might have forgotten the significance of her tangled tail.

Of course, her action was impulsive due to her intoxicated state, and it held no special meaning.

Still, she couldn't help but feel a bit spiteful as she observed Berg, who appeared to be oblivious.

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.

.

"Goodnight, Arwin-nim."

As soon as Ner stepped into the house, she greeted Arwin.

Following her, Arwin's hazy expression lifted upon hearing her words.

A brief moment of silence followed between them.

"...Yeah, goodnight."

Arwin eventually responded.

Then she looked at Berg and said,

"...Goodnight. I had fun today."

"Yes, goodnight Arwin. See you tomorrow."

"..."

Berg promptly guided Ner toward their bedroom.

Ner followed him listlessly, taking a moment to look back at Arwin.

Arwin was still standing where she had greeted them, looking at them intently.

"..."

"..."

For a brief moment, their eyes met. Arwin touched her forehead with her hand and gave Ner another nod as a farewell.

Ner blinked and responded to the greeting.

- Thump.

Upon entering their bedroom, it felt as if all the commotion from the feast had been washed away from her body.

Alone now in their room, the tension ebbed from her body, leaving her feeling weary and lax.

The laughter and cheers that had once filled her ears also quieted down, leaving her a little dazed.

And at that moment, she felt heat rising in her face.

"Ner, your tail."

It was then that Berg spoke, looking at her.

"..."

Ner untangled her tail, belatedly following Berg's words.

It was the first time she had gripped something so tightly with her tail, and the emptiness she felt upon letting go was unfamiliar.

Berg, upon seeing Ner's tail became untangled, began to take off his top, preparing for bed.

"..."

It was the usual routine, but for some reason, Ner couldn't take her eyes off Berg's upper body.