That’s… pretty wild…
"Wow, I knew you were smart, but this is next-level, babe."
After all, bikinis and the undergarments from the Elant continent were pretty different. Sylvia had figured it out just by looking at it, and Timothy couldn't help but admire her sharp mind.
He gave her a thumbs-up. "So, babe, you—"
"No way! Absolutely not!"
But Sylvia, now fully understanding what he was suggesting, was even more flustered.
Sure, all the ghosts near the Sacred Sea had been driven away, and it was just her and Timothy on the entire coastline. But still, this tiny, flimsy piece of fabric? It was practically the same as wearing nothing at all!
"There's no one else around, and besides, you never wear anything to bed anyway..." Timothy chuckled, clearly amused by how embarrassed she was.
"I..."
Sylvia's face turned an even deeper shade of red at his words.
Her habit of sleeping naked was something only Timothy knew about. But this was different!