History at the Library

“Are you talking about Sensuality Within the Mist?”

“Ah, n, no! Definitely not!”

Sensuality Within the Mist

The title was too embarrassing to even say out loud. This novel – the novel that stole the hearts of all the women in the Empire and the first step of erotic novels. In other words, it was Vivian’s novel.

Just why is this here!

She wanted to throw the book onto the floor and pretend she didn’t exist, but Ray’s gaze had already focused entirely on her. Though the hood completely covered his eyes, she could feel his stare on her blatantly.

“It seems like I brought the wrong book with me.”

That was true. Unless she had gone completely mad, why would Vivian erotic novel in front of the man she liked? Not to mention, she was the author of the book.

She had only brought along this book to her job to make sure her scenes in her manuscript didn’t overlap with each other. She had left it on the counter thinking who would care to even look at it, but she hadn’t predicted she’d have mistaken it for the novel she currently read and brought it with her.

“This is a mistake. Let’s pretend nothing happened just now. Please forget it all.”

The flustered Vivian attempted memory manipulation.

“Hmm.”

Of course, it didn’t work.

“You ask for the impossible. It is the psychology of people to clearly remember things when they’re told to forget it instead.”

“…….”

“Even if you brought it with you on accident, it still remains that it is your book, correct?”

“Indeed, t…. that is true.”

In many words, it was her book. Her shoulders flinched after she felt needlessly guilty and muttered quietly in a slight tone of voice.

“The combination of souls…….”

“Doesn’t it seem like someone just left their willy-nilly? It’s not anything I know of.”

“Didn’t you just say that it was your book?”

The more flustered and embarrassed that Vivian became, those beautiful lips rose further into a slight smirk.

The tables had been turned. In other words, her Achilles’ heel had been found. It was an expression that had found something to chase her out without a doubt! As she came closer to crying, Ray extended a hand towards her and spoke.

“Since it’s a book that Vivian recommended strongly, so I should take a look at it.”

Vivian tried with all her might to hold onto the book, but Ray stood up and easily snatched the book from her hands and sat down again. This movement was so fast that Vivian could barely register the movement.

Vivian’s face started to grow as pale, but he continued his indifference and started to read Sensuality Within the Mist with a quiet attitude.

“It’s the novel of Perdi. They’re rather famous recently – I had heard of their pseudonym a couple of times.”

The person she liked read the novel she wrote right in front of her eyes with a very leisurely attitude and calm face.

Not to mention, it was her debut novel! It was her dark past that made her cringe and kick inside her blankets at night whenever she thought of it!

Vivian was already dead. The cause of her death was an embarrassment.

Ray lightly skimmed over the novel’s contents and he could tell that their elegant writing style and the plotline as well was written sensually and sensibly at first glance.

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It wasn’t a novel that had become popular just because it stimulated the reader. Though it wasn’t to the point of satisfaction, it was enough to come to the conclusion that it was worth it to own the book.

It was a very generous judgment on Ray’s part.

However, he mischievously said nothing and silently continued to read the book. As he lacked response and only continued to turn the pages, Vivians started to tear apart her lower lip in anxiety.

Please say something!

Every time she heard the rustle of a page being flipped, her shoulders flinched. Vivian, who had looked for a hole to hide herself in, realized it had long past her hours. Originally, Vivian was the night librarian, and the reason she had continued to remain here was to make a pass at Ray. She had been so flustered that she had forgotten her own hours.