Grina smiled and slowly lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing the front of her sandals and her fair, adorable toes. Her translucent nails were painted a soft pink, as tempting as some exquisite delicacy. Forget pinching them—even staring wide-eyed at them was a pleasure.
"Normally, I wouldn't show them to strangers. But a man like you is simply too pitiful. If you hadn't met me, you probably would never have met a woman willing to treat you well in your entire life, would you?"
Grina covered her face with her fan and spoke loftily, looking at him as though he were trash:
"You really are pathetic. Seeing you makes even a hard-hearted woman like me feel sorry for you. You've been avoiding my gaze since earlier, haven't you? What's wrong? Have you never seen a woman as beautiful as me?"
Caramel Snail did not answer. He was not very good at talking, and when faced with a situation like this, he did not know how to respond.
In truth, after spending more time around Caramel Snail, one would discover that he was a very mild-tempered person. He was straightforward, guileless, incapable of scheming, and generally unmoved by scolding or personal attacks. Even when wronged, he would only endure it silently by himself.
"Or perhaps you've never met a girl who treated you gently before? Ah, I understand—you're the kind of ridiculous virgin whose heart was shattered by bad women, so now you don't dare look women in the eye. Yet you still claim, 'Women will affect the speed at which I draw my sword.'"
Crack—
For no apparent reason, Caramel Snail clenched his fist. He raised his head, his green eyes staring straight at Grina.
Grina spoke leisurely, her platinum eyes brimming with seduction:
"I can make an exception