Chapter 183: Because you’re just too cute

The next day, Valentine's Day finally arrived!

"Lady Goddess, are you sure it's okay for Sky Sanctuary to hold some Valentine's Day events today?"

Inside the grand hall, Elder Turner bowed respectfully.

"Mm, just pretend I'm not here today. Let the disciples do whatever they want," Sylvia paused briefly, then added calmly, "But this is only for this year. Whether it happens again will depend on how things go today."

"Thank you, Goddess!"

Even though Goddess Sylvia only said this much, Elder Turner was visibly excited, bowing even lower, his face full of gratitude.

Even his old, weathered face showed a hint of excitement. Explore more stories with m,v l'e-NovelFire.net

Whether Sky Sanctuary allowed romantic relationships or not, Elder Turner no longer cared. What he did notice, however, was the subtle change in the Goddess.

For some reason, the people of Sky Sanctuary had slowly begun to sense that the Goddess was changing, albeit very subtly. But even this small change was enough to stir everyone's emotions.

"I'll take my leave now."

Elder Turner respectfully exited the grand hall, only to run into Timothy on his way in.

After exchanging a brief greeting, Elder Turner couldn't help but feel a bit puzzled.

Everyone had noticed the changes in Goddess Sylvia, but lately, Timothy seemed to be spending a lot of time with her. Why did it feel like every time Timothy returned, he was always by the Goddess's side?

If it weren't for the fact that she was the Goddess, people might have started to suspect that there was something... secret going on between them.

But after thinking about it for a moment, Elder Turner dismissed the idea entirely and walked away, feeling at ease.

Timothy entered the grand hall.

It was quiet and empty inside. Their eyes met, and it was as if sparks flew between them.

But soon, they both looked away, flustered.

"Uh… Happy Valentine's Day," Sylvia mumbled, glancing at Timothy.

She barely managed to squeeze out the words, her face flushed, before quickly turning her head away. Searᴄh the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Ahem, Happy Valentine's Day to you too. But wifey, it's Valentine's Day—aren't you even going to call me by my title?" Timothy teased with a slight smile.

"Title? What title?"

"Hubby, of course."

"Hubby! I… I can't just say that out loud!" Sylvia's face turned bright red as she protested, clearly embarrassed.

"Hmph, don't think just because you're the Goddess that I can't make you say it. Today, I'm going to hear you call me hubby, one way or another," Timothy said, stepping forward with a mischievous grin.

"I'm a Holy Emperor-level fighter. What could you possibly do to make me?" Sylvia scoffed, not believing him.

"Oh, I've got my ways. My special methods can even bring a Holy Emperor to their knees. If you don't surrender willingly, don't blame me for dragging you to Sky Sanctuary for a massage!" Timothy said, raising his hands with a playful, wicked smile.

"Massage my shoulders!" Sylvia's eyes widened, momentarily dazed.

After all, Timothy's massage skills were legendary. No one could resist them. Even a Holy Emperor-level fighter would struggle to stay calm under his expert touch.

Before she could react, Timothy's hands were already on her shoulders.

Timothy's hands gently pressed into Sylvia's soft shoulders, using a massage technique so masterful it seemed to transcend time itself. With just a light squeeze, an irresistible wave of relaxation washed over her.

It was as if all the day's fatigue melted away in an instant. The overwhelming sense of comfort made Sylvia close her eyes involuntarily, her usually composed face softening with a hint of ease.

And then…

"Ah~"

That familiar sound escaped her lips.

Timothy's fingers moved with precision, twisting slightly at the joints, his technique becoming even more refined.

"Sylvia, this is your last chance," Timothy teased, his voice carrying a playful hint of threat.

"I won't give in… Ah~"

Despite her resolve, Sylvia found herself completely unable to resist the effects of his massage. The soothing sensation was spreading to her mind, and for the first time, a flicker of panic crossed her face.

It was Valentine's Day, after all. Wasn't this supposed to be her moment to shine? If this kept up, she'd lose all her dignity as a Holy Emperor!

And to make matters worse, there were plenty of disciples gathered outside Sky Sanctuary. They could glance into the hall at any moment.

"Fine, fine! We'll talk about it later…" Sylvia's voice softened, a hint of surrender creeping in.

"Nice try, but you're not getting off that easy. It's Valentine's Day, so it has to be today," Timothy grinned, clearly not planning to let this opportunity slip by.

"Ugh, I…"

Sylvia bit her lip, her breath warm and fragrant. Realizing she had no way out, she lowered her head slightly, her voice barely a whisper, so quiet it was almost inaudible: "Hu… hubby, Happy Valentine's Day."

Her usually clear and cool voice now carried a slight tremble, completely devoid of its usual aloofness.

The moment the words left her lips, Sylvia's face flushed a deep red, and she couldn't bring herself to look at Timothy.

"Wifey, Happy Valentine's Day," Timothy replied softly, his teasing demeanor gone, replaced by a gentle smile.

A warm summer breeze drifted through the grand hall, lifting Sylvia's hair ever so slightly. Her flushed ears were impossibly beautiful, almost mesmerizing.

As the comforting warmth of Timothy's presence enveloped her, Sylvia realized she was now gently held in his arms. Her soft body curled up slightly, like a delicate marshmallow resting against him.

His embrace was so warm, so safe, that for a moment, Sylvia forgot all about the dignity she was supposed to maintain as a Holy Emperor. All she wanted was to stay in this comforting hold.

But after a brief pause, she lifted her head, her eyes meeting Timothy's with a hint of playful reproach.

"Are you saying you don't like spending Valentine's Day like this?" Timothy asked with a soft smile, gazing at her snow-lotus-like beauty.

"I do like it, but the problem is…" Sylvia pouted slightly, her tone a bit sulky.

"But from now on, you're not allowed to tease me like this anymore! Otherwise, I'll…"

She playfully pinched his waist, though not too hard.

Timothy immediately shook his head. "No, no, anything else maybe, but that's one thing I can't promise."

"Why not?"

"Because you're just too cute. I can't help but want to tease you a little."

"Ugh, you're impossible!"

Once again, Timothy had the upper hand, and Sylvia couldn't help but feel frustrated. She was a Holy Emperor, after all—how did she keep getting so easily flustered by him?