Getting her revenge for the head-pat was witnessed by a crowd of beastmen who were getting all the wrong ideas. Only then did Wu Yue finally take a hard look at her posture on top of the beastman.
'Yes, right now I'm straddling Yuan Lang's waist quite securely.' The beastman's abs were faintly visible. Perhaps her little assault had left him a bit stunned, giving him an adorably dazed look he didn't usually have.
He looked rather innocent.
'And me on the other hand...'
'My hands are clutching the beastman's hair, and if I remember correctly, was I just... cackling?'
'My face definitely wore a gleeful smile, the kind one has after getting sweet revenge.'
'No matter how I look at it, this whole scene paints an unflattering picture of me forcing Yuan Lang to... do it.'
She decisively jumped off the beastman, straightened her messy hair, and turned to the rather shocked Yuan Qi with a hollow laugh. "Uncle Yuan Qi, Yuan Lang and I were just playing around, heh heh."
