"Hey, just joking around, no need to react so strongly."
The snoring Motan suddenly opened his eyes with a cheerful smile, forcefully tugged Anelwar the Chef's blankly expressioned, dazed-faced, chuckling, "See, he's completely harmless now, whether I sleep leaning against him, pinch his face, or..."
Halfway through speaking, Motan suddenly froze there strangely, teeth clenched, pupils contracted, looking entirely out of sorts.
Feather Song wasn't alarmed by the fact that Anelwar the Chef didn't jump up and wreak havoc; instead, she naively thought that the rascal in front of her could actually get scared, and couldn't help but giggle.
"Ah, embarrassing, embarrassing."
After a brief stiff moment, Motan awkwardly scratched his head, sheepishly laughing, "I was going to give further examples, but the system stopped me. Sigh, the system sure is ruthless."
"What the hell example were you trying to give, you jerk!"
"Are you sure you want to know?"
