"Take my hand."

After sticking out her chest, Lola noticed that Ethan's gaze was fixed on that very spot. She was already holding her breath, so she couldn't help but take another deep breath, standing even straighter.

Finally, she tentatively asked: "So, do I pass the test?"

Ethan looked away, the corner of his lips curled in a smile: "Mhm."

His cooperative response left Lola feeling somewhat embarrassed.

She quickly loosened her breath, "Even if I have a good figure, you shouldn't stare at me like that. A gentleman shouldn't hold a lady's hand for more than three seconds, let alone fixate his gaze on a certain spot."

She even started arguing her point.

"It was you who invited me to look, besides..."

As Ethan trailed off, Lola couldn't help but feel curious, pressing him, "Besides what?"

Ethan remained silent, his gaze gentle. Besides... there really wasn't much to see, since he'd already seen, and even touched, everything he needed to.

He reached out his hand to her, "Come."