Tyr's eyes flashed with calculation, he couldn't believe that if he did this a few times every day, she would still be able to hold her composure.
Meow snapped awake upon hearing Tyr's voice, only then realizing she had been staring at this man for such a long time.
Her snow-white little face turned instantly red, and she dejectedly lowered her head.
Oh no, he definitely thinks she's a love-struck girl, but actually, she isn't like that.
It's just that normal girls can't resist the temptation of someone like Tyr, right?
She just couldn't control this bodily urge, but... she still didn't want her crush to think she was a love-crazed fan.
Meow rubbed her waist; her waist had been held tightly by Tyr's arm all night, and it was sore and painful.
Meow got angry and, to cover her embarrassment, wanted the crush to think she was still a principled person.
