"Really?" Laura smiled and said, her voice carrying a bit of playfulness: "Usually, men with high status and talent like you treat women like toys or ornaments."
Lathel shook his head: "I don't have such perverted hobbies. If you don't trust me, then you can leave; anyway, I won't force you to be my girlfriend."
"Oh! It looks like you're trying to make me hate you."
"I…"
"Very good; you are very interesting." Laura interrupted Lathel's words: "Your success has made me pay more attention to you."
She walked up to him, stretched out her index finger, gently lifted his chin, and smiled: "Your plan has succeeded; I'm starting to feel more interested in you than before."
Lathel: "…"
'Did I have any plans? Why don't I know?'
"You misunderstood, I…"
"You don't need to explain; I know what you're going to say." Laura put her finger on his lips, signalling him not to continue talking.
"Ack! You…"
