Luna Sutton's expression shifted unpredictably. She gritted her teeth and decided to give it a try for the sake of avoiding social embarrassment and those 50 bags of toilet paper.
At worst, she could lose face, and at most, be mocked by the jerk.
Her eyes wandered, and she saw the jerk standing under a tree in the distance, arms crossed, leaning against the trunk.
The bright moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting a mysterious glow on his exceptionally handsome face.
His gaze was fixed intently over here, pondering who knows what.
Their eyes met.
She felt inexplicably guilty and a bit nervous.
Although she had decided to entangle with the jerk, she was inexperienced.
In her past life in the apocalypse, she had been busy searching for supplies, and men were not as important as filling her stomach.
So, she had no real experience in seducing men.
She quickly looked away, pretending not to see him, hesitating to find the right words.
