Hua Hua slowly lifted her head from Chen Li's chest.
A pair of large, watery pink eyes.
This was the mask with the soft, adorable loli voice, one of the first few masks to be instantly killed earlier.
"Psychological Committee Member... Hua Hua's heart feels so awful... I need soothing... I want head pats..." Hua Hua looked up with a tearful face, her voice so sugary it seemed like water could be squeezed from it.
Resigned, Chen Li reached out and skillfully rubbed Hua Hua's fluffy little head.
Fu Xuan, who sat not far away and had witnessed the entire scene, instantly widened her eyes.
That shameless kitsune had actually thrown herself into Chen Li's arms in public.
Was there no justice left? No law?
"Bang!"
Fu Xuan slammed her palm heavily onto the solid wooden table, already rising halfway to her feet with killing intent.
Chen Li immediately turned his head. With his free hand, he made an obvious calming gesture toward Fu Xuan, lightly pressing the air downward.
Fu Xuan bit her lower lip unwillingly, her entire body trembling slightly from overwhelming jealousy.
In the end, what little reason she had left barely prevailed. She slowly sat back down, then pulled out a vial of Sanity Recovery Fluid Chen Li had just sent her and poured it into her mouth.
Wait, no. Where had Chen Li gotten Sanity Recovery Fluid?
Could it have been what he received after comforting Hua Hua just now?
Thinking of this, Fu Xuan looked at the pink Sanity Recovery Fluid in her hand with a complicated expression.
Just as Fu Xuan thought Hua Hua should have stopped there, the head buried in Chen Li's arms moved again.
This time, her eyes had turned ice blue.
But she was no longer that arrogant, domineering