After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly turned and bumped her fat pouch against me, the hard, coarse thing scraping across my chest muscles.
The half-elf cast a silky-smooth gaze, slowly sweeping up from below: "You're not very promising, huh. Maybe I should help you again?"
"Then you might lose control again and pass out, which would delay things. How would we explain it to them?"
"True," she sighed, "there's also them."
"Sigh, I'm just a golden canary who can sing and dance when you are interested. Cats are for company, and the bull and dog help with life—any of them are more useful than a canary."
She grumbled to herself while dressing, though she belittled her own worth, still flaunting her charm.
This was routine; Li Ang ignored her, and once they spruced up and checked that nothing was out of place, their guilty hearts synchronized as they stepped out the door together.
As they passed through the living room, Li Ang glanced at the golem with a sigh.
