Rena, noting the polished surface of the piano, hesitated, afraid of slipping. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his muscular waist and protested, "You've already pushed further."

Waylen looked down at her.

With the Lively and youthful Rena held in his arms, if he didn't harbor some improper thoughts, he wouldn't be a true man.

A playful smile curved his Lips as he pinched her nose, teasing, "I'm going to cook! Cecilia must be famished, barely able to stand it."

Rena blushed deeply.

In the midst of her own embrace and their lingering kisses on the piano, she almost forgot Cecilia's presence.

Her face reddened Like a tomato.

Amused by her embarrassment, Waylen leaned in to kiss her again, his voice teasing.

“Are you feeling shy?"

Rena shook her head, gazing up at him with a soft expression.

"No, it's just that things have moved so quickly."

At twenty years old, she couldn't fathom being with a man so easily, especially not for the allure of a piano and his handsomeness.

Merely contemplating it seemed surreal.

Rena whispered, “Waylen, it feels like a dream."

Waylen fell silent.

Because indeed, it was a dream.

He had come into this dream and fallen in love with her, a twenty-year-old girl, knowing all too well that it would end in departure.

He hoped that they would both remember this dream upon waking, cherishing it as a romantic memory to reflect upon as they grew older.

Yet, his melancholy remained his own burden to bear. Gently patting Waylen's head, he carried her away from the piano. Now, she was truly his.

Waylen led Cecilia out of the kitchen.

The two girls enjoyed a camaraderie that complemented their distinct temperaments.

Speaking of intimacy, Cecilia retrieved a picture from her phone, displaying it to Rena as if unveiling a cherished treasure.