Atra Blanc said, "When you meet someone younger and prettier in the future, you'll find the gold bricks are too heavy."
"No one can predict the future. You think I'm unreliable because I'm young, but does that mean older men are automatically trustworthy?"
Clyde Summers brazenly continued, "All crows are equally black, and everyone has a heart that can change. Why not choose someone young, handsome, rich, and who loves and spoils you, right?"
Atra Blanc looked at him, murmuring, "Your mouth is always filthy and wicked..."
Clyde remained shameless, "What's wrong with my mouth? You've never kissed me, so how would you know..."
Before he could finish, Atra Blanc suddenly pressed her lips against his.
Clyde froze, "..."
Her courage came unexpectedly and inexplicably, lips touching for a brief moment before quickly pulling away.
Atra Blanc softly repeated, "Filthy and wicked."
Then, she ran away.
