While Huang Quan toyed with Chen Luo using one hand, her other arm was wrapped around his body, holding him tightly, including but not limited to both of his arms.
So Chen Luo gave a light bite.
"Hehe, darling, you're so naughty," Huang Quan said softly.
But Huang Quan's consideration did not seem fake. After sensing Chen Luo's thoughts, she withdrew her finger from his mouth, giving him a chance to speak.
"So itchy..." That was Huang Quan's voice, because when she withdrew her finger, Chen Luo had lightly licked it.
"Honestly, darling, why didn't you leave any for me?" Huang Quan complained to Chen Luo as she looked at her smooth finger.
"...I was afraid you'd regret it afterward and pull out your blade to kill me. Huang Quan, your current state is really wrong."
"No, I'm perfectly fine right now. Since you won't give it to me, I'll take it myself." Huang Quan's hand was no longer wrapped around Chen Luo, but that did not mean she had let him go. Chen Luo saw an even more fervent desire in Huang Quan's heart.
Huang Quan forcibly turned Chen Luo's head toward herself, then kissed him, determined to reclaim what should have remained on her finger.
Upon hearing the familiar sound, Joy Huang Quan widened the gaps between her fingers, took a peek, then immediately closed them again.
Tsk tsk, even more intense than me.
My original self truly wasn't to be underestimated.
And while Huang Quan was overly immersed, she failed to notice Chen Luo's finger quietly reaching her forehead.
"Bang!"
"Ding-ling!" The wind chime rang.
Everyone in the bar heard the sound. Joy Huang Quan lowered the hand covering her eyes and looked at the newcomer, only to find someone extremely similar in appearance to herself.
"Raiden