"So, are you really not in the mood to play, or do you just think they're all tasteless and vulgar, and not worth your time?"
Frank Parker said without emotion, "You should change your taste."
Yannick Luther: "..."
"Isn't this what you like? I picked these according to your preferences. Now you're telling me to change my taste? Frank, have your preferences changed? You don't like these spicy girls anymore?"
Frank Parker still looked at him emotionlessly and didn't say anything.
"Really changed your taste?" Yannick said "Wow" and then looked at him suspiciously, "So, what type do you like now?"
What type does he like?
Frank opened his mouth but before he could answer, a delicate and clear figure appeared in his mind.
Then, the face of that figure slowly emerged and gradually became clearer in his mind.
His heart skipped a beat in that instant.
When the words came to his lips, he couldn't bring himself to say them.
He knew very well what type he liked.
