Jessica's Beauty

Hayato said helplessly, "Don't look at me like that. You're making it seem like I did something terrible."

His carefully crafted image had collapsed so thoroughly that not even the power of a star could pull it back together.

Jessica blinked playfully. "Didn't you?"

"Not this time."

He really could not admit to something he had not done.

Jessica suddenly threw her arms around Hayato. "Thank you..."

Most importantly, Hayato's treatment had worked immediately. Jessica could feel the relief, a lightness she had not experienced in a very long time.

Being hugged like that made Hayato squirm awkwardly.

Jessica suddenly let go and laughed. "You little brat, you're not being honest."

Hayato:

He reflexively glanced down.

There was no particular reaction.

Hayato found it baffling. Things had been a little too open lately, and his immunity to women seemed to have shot straight up. To be honest, Jessica was rather flat-chested. Hugging her was a little uncomfortable, like holding a washboard covered with a thin layer of sponge, and she was unbelievably strong.

If it had been anyone other than Hayato, their spine would probably have been dislocated from the squeeze, leaving their lower body paralyzed.

Mutant women really were not to be trifled with.

Of course, Hayato would not say what he truly thought. Otherwise, a female Tyrannosaurus might go berserk on the spot.

Yet that glance made Jessica think she had gotten the answer she wanted. Rather than getting angry, she grew pleased with her own charm.

Back in China, that might have earned him a slap. How did it become confirmation of attraction to the opposite sex with her?

He could not make sense of it...

"What happens next?"

At this point, Jessica had complete faith in Hayato's treatment, even more faith than Hayato himself had.

"Next,