Emilia Johnny's finger lightly brushed over her collarbone, tilting her head with a smile at him: "So, tell me... am I sexy?"
At some point, Emilia Johnny's clothes had vanished, leaving her wearing just a bra. Her slender waist, the deep curves, the exquisite collarbone—stripped of her clothes, she was a bona fide Little Fairy.
Anthony Davis's Adam's apple bobbed, releasing a sound from his throat: "Hmm..."
Then, he silently turned his head away, avoiding Emilia Johnny. He feared... he might get a nosebleed.
This didn't match his persona.
But just as he turned away, Emilia Johnny cupped his face and turned him back, seriously asking her, "So... would you like a man like me?"
Anthony Davis felt his heart and body simultaneously tremble. Did she... was she really asking him this question?
Does he like her? Would he like a woman like Emilia Johnny?
What the answer is, Anthony Davis felt, didn't need much further elaboration.
