"Staring hard, are we?"
"Isn't it your doing..."
Russell mumbled, shrinking his neck a bit.
Cui Que lowered her head and turned over, biting Russell's ear in her mouth.
Russell, held down by Cui Que's single hand—although she wasn't using any strength, he still didn't dare to move.
"Why are you so calm?"
Having nibbled on Russell's ear, Cui Que seemed dissatisfied with his reaction, "Did you guess this would happen?"
"I wasn't deliberately avoiding it...And we didn't take precautions. It was just a matter of probability, that's all."
Russell said casually, "If you're asking whether I'm happy or not, of course I am..."
He stopped there, suddenly sensing something was off with Cui Que's attitude.
So, Russell instinctively used his seldom-used spiritual perception on Cui Que, transforming it into spiritual energy tendrils that reached into her heart.
