"Don't be in such a hurry~ I just wanted to..."
The old woman's face slowly transformed—black hair, a captivating face, fair skin, and a sexy, bewitching figure.
She had stunningly transformed into the woman he'd seen yesterday, though her clothes were no longer that sexy leather outfit. Instead, she wore a loose, V-neck black minidress, revealing a pair of long, straight, and shapely legs standing on the stone-paved road.
"...chat with you~"
As she spoke, Clelia gestured, and a black sofa materialized behind her. She sat down elegantly, slowly crossing her legs.
Black. AHEM, AHEM, AHEM...
Wei'en stole a glance. "Chat? I don't think we have anything to talk about."
Fortunately, the panel showed no killing intent notification, which slightly eased his tension.
"Don't we? You were able to detect my presence, rendering my greatest advantage useless. And you got me injured by that bastard yesterday. Don't you want to compensate me?"
Compensate?
