Yan Huan looked at Tong Yingying, who was stroking her chin, and listened as she said softly,
"So, if I hadn't rejected that snake back then, would I have the power to manipulate pleasure now?"
Why is that the point of focus?
Even so, Yan Huan nodded helplessly,
"That's probably it."
"Tch, what's with that look? You think I care about that measly ability to manipulate pleasure? I'm not interested in that kind of thing..."
At that very moment, the Little Thumb on the coffee table spoke up faintly,
"An Le's ability is to manipulate pleasure... If it were you, you'd probably gain the ability to manipulate pain..."
"Manipulate... pain?"
Tong Yingying opened her mouth, swallowed a gulp of saliva, clearly somewhat intrigued.
"..."
Seeing this, Yan Huan gave a grumpy glance at the Little Thumb beside him, shaking a fist to warn it not to keep talking.
Then he looked at Tong Yingying this time, and said very seriously,
