That night, as Astrid had said, she indeed did not stay overnight in Lyra's room. After remaining until very late, she got up and went to Charlotte's bedroom to sleep.
As for those so-called noble unwritten rules, they were naturally nothing but a joke. In Lyra's heart, Astrid had never been an imperial noble who blurred the lines between public duty and personal pleasure, someone solely focused on self-indulgence.
It was just that occasionally... she acted a bit too much like a succubus...
Didn't she truly fear that if Lyra were bullied for too long, she might suddenly do something terrible?
Undeniably, when Astrid pressed her lips against Lyra's earlobe and whispered those seductive, low-pitched words, "submit yourself to me", Lyra's body couldn't help but tremble. Her bare feet pressed into the blanket, and she didn't even know where to put her hands.
