Slyther blew lightly.
Nice and gentle, the wind was filled with a sweet scent.
"Alright, we're good now." Slyther got ready to leave.
But a hand landed on her waist.
Slyther's face reddened, like that of a light intoxication after a drink.
"What's wrong?" Slyther feigned confusion as she looked at him.
"You're stunning today." Wu Heng said softly.
Slyther's face grew even redder; she lightly pushed him away. "Don't talk nonsense."
Seeing she didn't pull away, Wu Heng looped both his hands around her waist.
With a gentle pull, she was drawn onto his lap.
Hisss~!
The Cheetah next to them immediately jumped up, baring its teeth and getting ready to pounce.
Slyther gave it a stern look and gestured with her eyes.
The Cheetah then bounced off the couch and lay down at the back with its eyes closed.
"I'm quite a bit older than you." Slyther turned her head and said.
"We're not much different in age; it is not an excuse." Wu Heng replied.