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"No!" With a sudden jolt, the girl awakened from her nightmare.

But in the next moment, she was even more frightened. She felt a head really in her arms, and when she looked down, she saw Andre''s head lying on her blanket, his pale face turned towards her, his golden lashes still slightly trembling.

Edith exclaimed in surprise, quickly letting go of him. It was then that she realised he had been sleeping on the stool next to her bed, his upper body leaning against hers.

Her sharp movement also woke him up. Andre opened his slightly dazed blue eyes, sat up and absently smoothed his blonde hair at the back of the head.

"Ah, you have an addiction to the guillotine, don''t you?" she called out to Andre, annoyed. "Why do you put your head into my arms like that, like under the chopper of Sanson''s?"①

Andre, however, seemed a little aggrieved, "You seemed to be caught in a bad dream just now, and I leaned over to comfort you. But you suddenly held onto my head tightly, and wouldn''t let go. So I had to sleep like that. Your grip is so strong, my neck still hurts a little now."

She noticed the red mark left on his fair neck by her arm. Imagining the scene he described, she laughed.

"Then didn''t you dream of an intimate contact with the guillotine?" she wickedly teased, the shadow of her previous nightmare now gone without a trace.

"No, it''s really unbelievable," Andre replied, playing along. "Seems I was indeed too tired."

Edith sat up and kissed his reddened