After the stalemate continued for a while, Abby, who was sitting on Chen Luo's lap, had already started mischievously putting her hands on Chen Luo's face. Only then did that eye finally vanish into the keyhole under Chen Luo's gaze.
However, Chen Luo did not know whether it was just his imagination, but that eye seemed to flash with a trace of panic before disappearing—not panic toward Chen Luo.
After the eye vanished, Chen Luo immediately closed his eyes.
Two clear tears gently slid down from the corners of Chen Luo's eyes.
It was not because he was hurt. It was simply because he had kept his eyes open without blinking for so long that they had become sore.
Abby looked curiously at Chen Luo, who had closed his eyes and started crying.
No way, they had not even done anything naughty together yet. Why was he crying?
When Chen Luo opened his eyes again, he discovered that Abigail had changed even more. This time, aside from the keyhole on her head, the eye that could appear in it at any time, and the change in her aura, Abby's clothes also seemed to be changing.
"Do naughty things!" Abby shouted excitedly when she saw Chen Luo open his eyes again.
"Alright, do you even know what naughty things are?" Chen Luo lightly tapped Abby's forehead with his fingertip.
This time, Chen Luo had indeed figured out one of the doubts in his heart: whether the keyhole on Abby's forehead was something that could truly be touched.
The answer was no.
Because when he was about to touch the keyhole, a force prevented Chen Luo from continuing to probe deeper.
Though Chen Luo had not intended to probe any deeper anyway.
Before Abby seemed to undergo an even deeper transformation, Chen