She greatly underestimated her own figure.
She was stuck!
Only her head and upper body had made it through, creating an awkward scene for a moment.
"..."
Gary Smith's eyelid twitched, feeling that this scenario was all too familiar—it was just like a crime scene.
Still, Gary went ahead and helped out, pulling the saintess out like she was a radish.
Just as he was about to let go, he didn't expect Ginger Thorn to pounce on him, using a wrestling move called the rear naked choke, in order to keep him from escaping, pressing down on him again.
It was exactly the same as the first time he entered the Thorn Cathedral.
Because the space in the Prayer Room was already so small, he could clearly feel her warmth, her breath, and…
Her accelerating heartbeat!
In the cramped space, the two's low breaths echoed, making the atmosphere increasingly ambiguous.
Ginger Thorn's cheeks were slightly flushed as she said in a serious tone,
