Having stored the parts away, Jiang Han happily hummed "Katyusha" as she left Witch's Choice Hardware Store.
At the entrance, she found Chen Ligu, who had bought the drinks. Chen Ligu had found a seat and sat down, swinging her little legs back and forth with the self-awareness of a petite witch.
Her thick velvet-white tights glimmered faintly beneath the night sky, with a hint of flesh tone showing through at the knees.
Naturally, she looked good. Otherwise, Manager Qin Shunying would not have lured her into Witch House as a waitress before. Even after breaking away and opening her own agency, her business had done quite well. She was a delicate, refined girl.
It was only when a smile appeared on Chen Ligu's face that Jiang Han realized she had been staring at her for a while.
She felt her temperature rise a little, though not enough to make her blush.
She really is pretty... She seems a little more grown-up than when I first met her? Her features have opened up a bit too. Before, she could only be called handsome with a touch of delicacy; now, she was delicate with a touch of handsomeness. But she seems to still be underage... I hope she doesn't grow any taller. She's already taller than me...
Guh... Jiang Han, Jiang Han, how could you curse your friend so viciously?
B-but a height of one-fifty-something is enough already, isn't it, Miss Chen Ligu?
While feeling a little hopeful, Jiang Han also resented herself for wishing bad luck on someone else.
But thinking about it seriously, being shorter meant receiving preferential treatment, so there was nothing bad about it—and, and there were plenty of formidable short witches! Lin Zhaojun, Kraken, Li... uh, never mind. Those two witches were very powerful! And Anjie