"Hey, what's wrong with it?" Isabel shook Arthur's hand.
The latter rolled his eyes, unsure how to respond to this woman's request.
"Don't think too long," she said again.
Forced continuously, Arthur could only sigh.
"Okay, okay!" He finally nodded and then stood up.
Isabel, who had been acting as if she were innocent all along, suddenly laughed when she saw his expression. It was clear that she was doing it on purpose.
However, she did not try to cancel her intention.
She stood up, using Arthur's hand as a support.
After that, she placed each of her hands on his shoulders from behind before sticking her body to his back.
Although she was wearing a thick leather jacket, Arthur could still feel something soft pressing on his back, although it was somewhat vague.
The woman then advanced her face slightly so that it arrived at the side of his cheek. She said, "it seems like something's wrong with you, why are you a little awkward?"
