From beneath the table, she kicked An Su's foot with her little leather boots, "Take care of me for a lifetime because I'm so adorable."
As the Little Witch spoke these words, her snow-white eyes gently blinked, like a small animal seeking adoption.
"Fine, I'll take care of you."
An Su replied, firmly bearing in mind the principle: to destroy someone, first let them run rampant.
"I'll take care of you for a lifetime."
The more he yielded and indulged her now, the more humiliated and regretful the serious Little Saintess with her thin-skinned pride would be once the effects ended. Any mistakes in the early game were just temporary; he, An Su, was a late-game hero, determined to trample this woman before him!
All the groundwork was for the final counterattack.
"That promise sounds really nice."
The Little Witch leaned back in her chair, satisfied, and with a good mood, she coughed lightly, "So tell me, what's the plan now?"
It was time to get down to business.