If a Witch did not state her position, then even if you knew she had agreed in her heart, you still could not be sure.
A promise that had not been made carried none of a promise's weight.
Jiang Han did not want to hand her future over to such uncertainty and ambiguity, so she wheedled and pestered Olivia until she spoke.
"Please? Just give me a definite answer?"
"Hmph."
Olivia tipped her chin up high, making one unable to resist reaching out and quietly stroking the space between her chin and throat.
Thoughts turned into action!
Jiang Han placed her hand there and successfully earned a big cat's eye-roll.
It felt warm—perhaps because Cat Lamp long-haired cats naturally ran hotter.
"Say it, say it! When it comes to what happens to me in the Underworld, I can only rely on you!"
She scratched twice more.
Olivia's chin really was like a Cat Lamp's.
Soft and squishy; you truly could not tell there was a little bit of flesh there.
From this angle, she clearly looked like an invincibly slender beautiful girl, the kind who always made people worry that the two great mountains on her chest would crush her own waist.
Mm, though sometimes she did go limp and floppy like a Cat Lamp.
Two more scratches...
And again...
"Meow-ao!"
Olivia slapped Jiang Han's hand away with a look of disgust. Her cat ears lay limply against her head, while that enormous tail, blessed with enough fur to make cats jealous, swayed elegantly once.
"I agree."
She yawned, then reached out with a disdainful expression and retaliatorily kneaded Jiang Han's cat ears like mad. "If something happens to you, I'll take you to the Underworld and borrow some of their Water of Forgetting. Meow-ao, I haven't robbed them in