The War God's Greatest Crisis
To win over such a woman, just show her the splendor of the world.
As long as you paint your colors on her blank canvas of life, she would find it hard to forget you for the rest of her life.
Steffan sat upright in the luxury sedan, maintaining what he believed was a dignified and imposing posture.
Outside the window, the scenery of Valemont rolled past peacefully.
Inside the vehicle, silence reigned.
Cheery sat quietly by the window, her silver-pink hair shimmering beneath the sunlight. Her beautiful green eyes calmly observed the passing landscape.
Smith rested beside her.
The driver focused on the road.
Everything appeared normal.
Everything should have been normal.
At this moment, however, Steffan felt a warm flow uncontrollably rushing from his intestines.
His expression immediately froze.
The confidence on his face almost cracked.
This subtle feeling reminded him of having diarrhea as a child.
