Was There Something Wrong with Being Pounced on by the Tipsy, Adorably Clueless Miss Beigong Ling?

What Jonas called a "punishment" hardly counted as punishment at all.

After all, compared with his previous punishments, this one was nothing more than a light drizzle to Beigong Ling.

Before, their relationship had still been at an impasse. Rather than a collaborator, she had been more like a prisoner... To keep the peace, she had followed his demands and done quite a few embarrassing things. Even now, remembering them still irritated her.

As their understanding of each other deepened, Jonas had stopped doing those semi-coercive things.

The considerable improvement in Beigong Ling's attitude toward Jonas was also largely because she deliberately avoided thinking about her earlier experiences carrying out those "special missions"... Yet the harder she pretended they had never happened, the more it proved how much they mattered to her. She had no idea how precisely Jonas had grasped her feelings. She simply watched him lead her to their seats with perfect ease, feeling a little conflicted.

"All right, sit down. It's not like I'm going to do anything to you."

Jonas looked at Beigong Ling's profile with some amusement and said:

"We're already here. It's too late to change your mind now... The Beigong Ling I know isn't this indecisive."

Hearing this, Beigong Ling pressed her lips together, then sat beside Jonas and addressed the robot bartender:

"One margarita."

Upon receiving the order, the robot bartender paused what it was doing. Then the music in the quiet bar grew even more soothing.

The robot bartender moved gracefully and precisely, extending its arms with fluid motions, swiftly opening bottles and pouring exact amounts of the required ingredients. As it worked, the various liquors and mixers slowly blended in the glass. An LED screen on its chest displayed the cocktail's recipe and preparation process. The robot followed both with