After Su Yizhana finished that sentence, the ambiguous atmosphere almost turned awkward.
The restraint wrapped in thorns led to unclaimed evidence, yet the sour aroma of citrus continued to spread like a chain reaction, smuggling pheromones.
She frequently adjusted her hair, her gaze flickering, hoping Liszt wouldn't misunderstand; she was just too scared and also worried that Liszt might do something beyond expectations, extremely apprehensive.
Meanwhile, Liszt had already lost the baseline for measuring normal intimate distance.
It's over! Powerful techniques often have dangerous side effects!
People's ways of thinking are the same; some things remain constant and unchanging.
Women are emotional and sensitive; sometimes, they mistake sympathy for love.
Swap the genders, and it's the same, just the percent damage of the effect differs.
It's not enough to just be like this; there are many miserable women, no selling point when singled out.
