Olivia flatly denied Dinesha's groundless accusation:
"I didn't."
Even though they were fairly familiar with each other, it seemed Dinesha still did not tolerate Olivia throwing accusations around as she pleased.
Just as Jiang Han was thinking that, a wisp of shadow flashed before her eyes. Olivia truly appeared behind Dinesha like a ghost, pressing close to her back like a spirit come to claim her life. Her delicate nose twitched as she widened her eyes and said in a low voice:
"You're lying."
"..."
Dinesha pursed her lips, her face expressionless, yet helpless—and even somewhat at a loss.
With Jiang Han's reflexes, she could have stopped Big Cat the instant she made her move, just like Coach Tony cutting off Kobe's fast break after a give-and-go. But she did not move. The reason was simple.
What a beautiful sight.
That was what Jiang Han thought. Dinesha, nearly six feet tall, straight-backed, radiating utterly dominant energy, dressed in a restrained style that emphasized her long legs, was being entwined from behind by Olivia—roughly the same height, yet brimming with the charm of a mature, regal woman. Their two pairs of long legs brushed and crossed faintly against each other. And there was Olivia, head tilted, face turned sideways, looking up at Dinesha with wide eyes in a teasing appraisal.
It was enough to make a cat scream.
Jiang Han restrained her undignified feelings and loosened the fluffy tie around her neck.
"I didn't."
After a brief silence, Dinesha parted her lips.
"Swear it?"
Olivia pressed on.
Perhaps seeing Dinesha's troubled expression, she gave a pleased hum, twisted her waist, and nimbly slipped out from behind her.
Maybe Big Cat's urge to play ends here today?
Jiang Han thought, keeping her smile from turning into a doting auntie