"Don't you have a competition to attend?"
Fang Zheng sat by the chair, sipping coffee while curiously watching Shihou Souki across the table, who simply shook her head.
"I've canceled all the afternoon competitions with my abilities..."
At this point, Shihou Souki suddenly froze, instinctively wanting to cover her mouth, but she was already too late. Fang Zheng's hand darted across the table like lightning, grabbing onto something soft...
"Hmm, this sensation of weight pressed against my palm, the softness felt through the fabric, along with the incredible elasticity. Though I actively grasped it, there's a mysterious force pulling and wrapping around me..."
"What are you doing!"
Shihou Souki quickly backed away, placing her hands on her chest, warily looking at Fang Zheng.
"Mr. Fang Zheng, your harassment level is frightening!"
"Wasn't it you who sent it over voluntarily?"
Fang Zheng clenched his right hand, sat back in his chair, and took another sip of coffee.
