Chapter 47: Praise my manly physique at night, curse me as a male dog during the day

Andrew's eyes were cold and harsh, and his voice was hoarse: "Am I a damned cur?"

Nora Hart: .....

This damned cur holds grudges too well, settling scores after the autumn is just playing into his hands.

Nora clung to Andrew's neck, not daring to let go, shaking her head repeatedly: "No, no, no, not at all."

"Not at all?" Andrew asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Not at all."

Andrew mocked, "Nora, praising my 'stud' waist at night, but calling me a 'dog' of a man during the day, you really play around."

Mia Chase: .... Although she's not a paying member, these things, they're exactly what she wants to hear.

Matthew Summers: .... She has been doing good deeds and accumulating virtue all her life, she deserves to hear these things.

"How...."

"Stop talking," Nora freed one hand to cover Andrew's mouth, too embarrassed as Mia's piercing gaze almost went through her.

"Don't stop, I like hearing it."

"I like it, too."