Elysia's Bizarre Adventure (Continued)

But the moment he poked his head out of the painting, a slender hand grabbed him.

Miss Piggy's face, touched with a hint of melancholy, appeared before Russell.

Russell's eyelids immediately began to twitch.

Among the people he knew, Elysia's expressions were actually rather monotonous.

When she was happy, she smiled—sharing her good mood with others. When she was unhappy, she still smiled—not wanting anyone to worry about her.

Only when faced with something especially difficult would she show an expression other than a smile.

The last time this girl had lost control of her expression management was when she had been driven into a desperate corner by the True Name ridiculously long Heavenly Fire and Eden.

Looking at Elysia's expression, Russell instantly smelled overtime.

"What are you doing? Even if there's a connection through prophecy, things still aren't clear. Careful, or I'll sue you for molesting an upstanding young man."

"Elysia, you wouldn't want people pointing fingers behind your back either, would you?"

With heroic fearlessness, he strategically retreated and pointed accusingly at Elysia.

"Russell—"

Miss Piggy had no intention of retreating at all. She shouted Russell's name and even reached out to seize his shoulders.

Watching her face draw ever closer, Russell sneered and lunged forward with puckered lips.

That startled the girl, but she still did not pull away. Instead, her expression hardened as she offered up her cheek.

The girl's sweet-smelling cheek was warm, while the hands clasped around his own were undoubtedly as cold as shackles.

Russell: "..."

He looked up at this piggy. The girl's cheeks seemed to redden for a moment, but they soon returned to normal.

"What is it this time?"

he asked helplessly.

This piggy had an absurd number of problems, yet her connection to him was incredibly close.

"Can you