Fang Cheng noticed the door behind him had closed by itself.
He paid it no mind and looked around the izakaya.
It was clean, tidy, and ordinary. There was nothing special about it, and not a single customer.
The counter stood right by the entrance. Hearing the door open, a pair of cat ears popped up first, swiveling from side to side.
Then a remarkably pretty girl leaned out from behind the counter. She looked about seventeen, with flawless, snow-white skin and a pair of bright, captivating eyes.
"Welcome, valued customer."
She greeted Fang Cheng with a warm, beaming smile.
Fang Cheng was momentarily stunned—not by her exquisite, high-end silicone-doll looks, but by the cat ears on her head.
Those cat ears actually moved. Was that for real?
"Customer?"
"Oh... sorry, I spaced out."
Fang Cheng came back to himself and apologized, then asked, "Are those cat ears real or fake? Can I touch them? Just once."
The girl froze too. In all her time on the job, she'd never met such a blunt customer, asking to touch her ears the moment he opened his mouth.
"Oh, I'm afraid I can't let you do that, customer."
She covered her ears with both hands and smiled. "They're a sensitive spot for me. You can't just touch them, you know."
Fang Cheng nodded in understanding. "Then can I touch you anywhere else?"
The girl: ...
Was there something wrong with this guy's head?
Seeing her blank expression, Fang Cheng chuckled. "I'm just teasing you. I understand. If you wanted to touch my sensitive spots, I wouldn't let you either."
Who wanted to touch your sensitive spots?!
The girl pursed her lips slightly. He was wearing a mask, so she couldn't see his face. She hadn't expected him to be so full of