Whitley looked at the triumphant smile on Vados's face, as if everything was under her control, and his heart was thrown into a fierce internal battle.
Agree to her?
To call out the wrong name during a "battle" with Bulma... what was the difference between that and suicide?
He knew Bulma's temper very well. At that time, it wouldn't be just a simple sore waist; he would probably be continuously squeezed dry by her in a rage for several days!
But not agree?
The problem of No. 21 was right there. He couldn't just keep her restrained with divine power forever, or hope that she would inexplicably regain her sanity on her own, could he?
And... the special address that Vados had promised...
That image flashed through his mind, and Whitley felt his willpower rapidly collapsing at a visible rate!
Vados saw Whitley's conflicted look but did not rush him. She just watched him with a grin, as if she were enjoying a very interesting pantomime.
In the end, Whitley surrendered.
He said in a nearly tragic tone, "...Fine... I'll agree to it! But! you're not allowed to go back on your word!"
"Hehe~"
Vados let out a light chuckle. The smile was beautiful, but it sent a chill down Whitley's spine. "A wise choice, Lord Whitley. Don't worry, you can... try it out tonight~"
After speaking, she no longer paid attention to Whitley and, with an elegant and composed gait, walked up to the Fat Buu, who was concentrating on licking his pudding.
Buu sensed someone approaching, raised his round head, and stared blankly at this purple-haired woman who made him feel a sense of danger. His small eyes were full of vigilance, and he even stopped licking his pudding.
Vados bent down slightly, her light purple eyes carefully sizing up Buu.
A moment later, she let out a soft "Oh my?" and a hint of surprise appeared on her face. "This Mr. Buu's state is truly peculiar."
She extended a slender finger and pointed虚空 in front of Buu's fat body. "Deep within his body, I can actually sense a very faint, but extremely high-quality... divine ki? It seems to be the divine power of a Supreme Kai?"
Whitley was currently immersed in the regret of having sold his soul. Hearing Vados's words, he nodded weakly and explained, "That's right. As far as I know, many years ago, it was the Grand Supreme Kai who sacrificed himself to seal Buu. And the Grand Supreme Kai also seemed to have tried to purify the evil in Buu's body with his own power, but from the looks of it..."
He glanced at the simple-minded Fat Buu. "...it had some effect, but unfortunately, it was not completely successful."
He paused after speaking and looked at Vados with a final hope. "That... Vados... the condition you mentioned just now... can we really not change it? For example..."
Vados turned her head and interrupted Whitley's next words.
She looked at Whitley, the corner of her mouth curving into a pleased and mischievous arc, and she gently shook her index finger. "It's too late to say that now~ Lord Whitley, you personally agreed to Vados. We angels, you know, we value promises the most~"
Whitley: "...How come I didn't know that?"
He felt that his last ray of light had also been mercilessly extinguished by Vados.
Without giving Whitley another chance to back out, Vados flicked her wrist, and the angel's staff appeared in her hand out of thin air.
She tapped the staff lightly on the ground.
"VMMMM—!"
A faint humming sound was heard, and the top of the staff began to bloom with a soft and vibrant light green light.
Then the light flowed like a living thing, spreading towards Fat Buu's body, and soon enveloped his entire body.
Fat Buu was wrapped in the green light and seemed to feel something strange. His small eyes showed vigilance, and his body tensed slightly.
Seeing this, Whitley comforted him. "Buu, don't resist! This is to help you! To help you eat more and more delicious pudding in the future!"
Sure enough, the moment he heard "more pudding," the vigilance in Buu's eyes instantly dissipated.
He just looked at Whitley with trust, and then really did lower his head and continue to concentrate on the pudding in his hand, as if the strange light surrounding him had nothing to do with him.
The light green light continued to flicker, as if it were combing through something.
Soon, a more and more intense white light began to shine from within Buu's chubby body.
"Lord Whitley's request, strictly speaking, is not actually complicated."
Vados, while maintaining the light of her staff, explained in her slightly lazy and elegant tone, as if she were giving Whitley a practical lesson on divine power. "The method of the previous Grand Supreme Kai was, in fact, the right direction. He tried to use his own pure divinity and kindness to neutralize and purify the primitive evil and chaos in Mr. Buu's body. But it's a pity that at that time, he was probably at the end of his rope, and his power was severely insufficient, resulting in an incomplete purification process."
Her gaze fell on Buu, who was glowing more and more brightly. "The result is that Mr. Buu's personality was not completely unified and purified. The unpurified evil personality and the already purified good personality, far from merging, instead formed two completely opposite and distinct cores of consciousness during the long years of sealing. Even if I hadn't stepped in today, at some point in the future, when the conflict between these two personalities has accumulated to a certain extent, Mr. Buu would have split into two separate individuals on his own."
Amidst Vados's explanation, the white light on Buu's body suddenly erupted, becoming incredibly dazzling in an instant!
In the incandescent white light, one could vaguely see the outline of his round body slowly separating, and then gradually becoming two!
One outline was still short, fat, and round, clearly the good Fat Buu.
The other outline was tall and thin, exuding an unsettling evil aura, and was more than a head taller than Fat Buu!
The light gradually weakened and dissipated. In the living room, where there had originally been only one Buu, there were now two!
Fat Buu blinked his small eyes curiously, looking at this tall, thin guy who had suddenly appeared and looked a little like him but had a completely different temperament.
He tilted his large head and thought for a moment. He seemed to think that since the other party had separated from his own body, he should share his delicious food.
So he very generously handed the half-licked pudding in his hand towards the Skinny Buu and said in a simple-minded way, "Here, pudding, yummy."
Skinny Buu looked at the pudding handed to him, but then suddenly grinned, revealing an extremely evil smile!
He completely ignored the half-eaten pudding, and the antenna-like flesh on his head suddenly lit up with a dangerous pink light!
"SWOOSH—!"
A pink beam of light, as fast as lightning, shot down towards the unsuspecting Fat Buu!
He was... actually trying to turn his good self into food and absorb it directly!
Whitley's eyes narrowed, and he was about to step in and stop him.
But Vados at the side was faster. She didn't even look over, just lightly tapped her staff, and an invisible force instantly descended!
That force, like the strongest of shackles, firmly bound the just-born Skinny Buu, who hadn't even had a chance to show his ferocity, in place. Even the pink light was frozen in mid-air, unable to move!
"Well then, Lord Whitley,"
Vados retracted her staff and turned to Whitley, the same flawless smile that made Whitley's heart panic still on her face. "Your request, Vados has completed it. Please don't forget that... 'little' thing you promised Vados~"
She deliberately emphasized the word "little," her eyes filled with mockery and expectation.
Whitley's raised hand stiffly lowered, his face filled with helplessness and resignation. He sighed. "Alright, alright, I remember... you don't have to remind me again..."
Every time Vados reminded him, he felt his chances of survival drop by a point.
Vados, seeing Whitley's troubled expression, couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a series of pleased chuckles. Only then did she contentedly step back and return to the soft sofa, adopting a posture of preparing to watch a show.
"Sigh!"
Whitley let out a heavy sigh, shook his head, and temporarily pushed the matter to the back of his mind.
He looked at the still-clueless Fat Buu and said in as gentle a tone as possible, "Buu, there's nothing for you here anymore. You can go to the dining room. There's lots and lots of delicious food there, all kinds of pudding, cake, ice cream... enough for you to eat your fill."
He turned to Vados. "Vados, could you please take Buu to the dining room and show him the way?"
"Yes, Lord Whitley."
Vados rose gracefully and beckoned to Fat Buu. "Then please follow me, Mr. Buu."
The moment Fat Buu heard the words "eat your fill," his small eyes instantly lit up!
He unhesitatingly followed behind Vados, trotting after her out of the front hall.
After the two of them had left, only Whitley and the still-divinely-bound No. 21, who was looking at him with a dazed expression, were left in the front hall.
And the Skinny Buu, who was bound by Vados's power, his face ferocious but unable to move.
Whitley walked up to No. 21, looking at her obsessed and crazed appearance and shook his head.
With a thought, he released the divine power restraint on No. 21.
The moment the restraint disappeared, No. 21, like a puppet with its strings cut, first swayed, and then immediately stabilized herself. Her pink eyes instantly burst with a stunning light and locked onto Whitley. Her throat let out a "hee hee" strange laugh, and her whole person, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, lunged at Whitley without a care! "The non-existent warrior! Make me your donut!"
Whitley was prepared for this. His hand shot out and he directly pressed it against No. 21's delicate but crazed face, instantly stopping her embrace. "Hey, hey, hey! You! Are you a dog? Why are you licking me?!"
Whitley felt a warm sensation on his palm, and goosebumps instantly broke out all over his body. He quickly pulled his hand back and wiped it on his clothes with a look of disgust.
But No. 21 was relentless, still trying to get close to him with her arms and legs flailing.
Whitley couldn't be bothered to waste any more words. He decisively grabbed the back of No. 21's collar, lifted her up to his eye level like a kitten, and held her head with his other hand, forcing her to look at the restrained Skinny Buu.
"Listen up! You crazy woman!"
Whitley's tone was serious, trying to make her understand his intention. "The way to restore you to normal is with this skinny guy! I'm taking you to the lab now to find Bulma, let her see what to do! I'm not restraining you this time, you'd better be good! Do you hear me?!"
He didn't care if No. 21's chaotic brain could understand such complex information. He just directly held the still-struggling No. 21, who was trying to get close to him.
With his other hand, he grabbed the restrained Skinny Buu, and with these two in tow, he strode towards Bulma's lab.
When he arrived at the lab door, Whitley pushed it open but found that it was empty inside, with only various instruments flashing in standby mode.
"Hmm? Where's Bulma?"
He was stunned for a moment, then he reacted. "Oh right, I just forced her to go back to her room to sleep..."
Now he was stuck.
With Bulma, the main character, not here, No. 21's problem simply couldn't be studied.
Whitley scratched his head, about to restrain No. 21 again, and then... hmm, go and have a chat with No. 18?
After all, after last night, he hadn't had a proper talk with her, and he felt a little guilty.
Just as he was about to raise his hand to use his divine power again, the lab door was suddenly pushed open.
Mrs. Briefs actually walked in, followed by several round-headed cleaning robots, holding vacuum cleaners, rags, and other cleaning tools.
"Oh my, oh my~"
Mrs. Briefs saw Whitley in the lab, a strange smile on her face. "I never would have thought little Whitley would be in Bulma's lab. How rare~ Why aren't you with Vados and... the little No. 18 you just favored today? Oh? So... there's another beautiful girl keeping little Whitley company~"
She looked at No. 21, whom Whitley was holding, her tone as relaxed as if she were commenting on the nice weather...
But the content of her words instantly petrified Whitley, so embarrassed that his toes could have dug a three-bedroom apartment out of the floor!
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Whitley choked on his own saliva, his face instantly flushing red. "M-Mrs. Briefs! How did you..."
He thought his affair with No. 18 was quite secretive! How did even his mother-in-law know?!
He fumbled to explain. "No, you listen to me, that No. 18... I... I admit it! But this one!"
He quickly held out No. 21, as if to clear his name. "This No. 21 is not what you think! It's impossible for me and her to have..."
However, Mrs. Briefs didn't seem to care about his explanation at all.
Her gaze fell on No. 21 with great interest, sizing her up, especially her pink skin and enchanting figure.
"So that's how it is~"
Mrs. Briefs covered her mouth and chuckled, her ambiguous gaze darting back and forth between Whitley and No. 21. "Little Whitley's side is never short of beautiful girls~ This must be No. 21, right? All pink, so cute~"
Whitley: "..."
He felt like he was about to suffocate. This was simply impossible to communicate!
Just as Whitley was about to organize his words again to try and salvage the situation and prove his innocence, Mrs. Briefs had already floated past him, directing the cleaning robots behind her to start cleaning the lab, humming an unknown tune.
"Mrs. Briefs! Please let me explain! The matter with No. 18... I admit it! I'm sorry to Bulma! But No. 21 is really not what you think! I have nothing to do with her!" Whitley followed behind Mrs. Briefs, trying to salvage what little was left of his reputation.
Hearing Whitley's explanation, Mrs. Briefs stopped her movements, turned around, covered her mouth, and laughed "hehe," her eyes filled with tolerance and... a hint of mockery?
"Oh my, oh my~ little Whitley, you don't have to explain to me~" she waved her hand. "As long as Bulma doesn't say anything, it doesn't matter to me even if you find dozens more girlfriends~"
As she spoke, she even leaned a little closer, looking at Whitley with an appreciative gaze, and said half-jokingly, half-seriously, "A handsome and powerful boy like you, if I were twenty years younger, I definitely wouldn't be able to refuse your pursuit~ Maybe not even now? How about it, little Whitley, want to consider going on a date with me?"
Whitley: "..."
Whitley was completely speechless!
He felt that he simply couldn't keep up with this mother-in-law's wild train of thought!
Every time he talked to Mrs. Briefs, he felt like he was facing a being from a higher dimension, whose thinking was so jumpy it was beyond his reach!
Just as Whitley was lost in a deep silence and self-doubt, and Mrs. Briefs was leisurely directing the robots to clean the lab...
No one noticed that No. 21, who had been casually placed by the experimental table by Whitley, was now turning her gaze to the ferocious-looking Skinny Buu, who was bound by an invisible force.
No. 21 tilted her head, her pink eyes flickering between madness and reason, as if she were instinctively assessing something.
She first sized up Skinny Buu, her small nose wrinkling slightly, a clear look of disgust in her eyes.
As if to say, this guy doesn't look tasty.
Then she turned her head again, and with that scorching gaze that was a mixture of extreme love (appetite?), she stared deadly at Whitley, who had his back to her, and she was almost drooling.
The next second, something unexpected happened!
No. 21 suddenly raised her hand! Her fingertips instantly lit up with the same pink light as Skinny Buu's!
And the target of this light was not Whitley!
But the tightly bound, completely defenseless Skinny Buu!
"SWOOSH—!"
The pink beam of light shot out, accurately hitting Skinny Buu's body!
Whitley heard the sound of the energy wave from behind him, and his heart instantly skipped a beat. 'Crap! This crazy woman isn't restrained right now!'
He reacted extremely quickly. His figure blurred, and he teleported in front of Mrs. Briefs, shielding her completely, ready to deal with any possible attack.
However, the scene of No. 21 attacking him did not happen.
The Skinny Buu, who had been bound by Vados's power, didn't even struggle for a moment after being hit by No. 21's pink light. His entire body began to deform rapidly!
In the blink of an eye, he had turned into a slightly steaming donut!
No. 21's movements were incredibly smooth. She reached out and accurately caught the donut, her face still wearing that disgusted expression, as if she were eating something unappetizing that she had to swallow.
But her movements did not hesitate at all. With a fluid motion, she stuffed the still-warm donut directly into her mouth!
"Gulp."
She didn't even chew much, just... swallowed it whole!
Whitley was instantly stunned!
Sh-she just ate Buu?! Will there be... any side effects?!
But Mrs. Briefs behind him poked her head out from behind Whitley's broad back.
Far from being terrified, her face was filled with amazement! She covered her mouth and said in a "new world discovered" tone, "Oh my! She can actually turn other beings into donuts? Little No. 21 is so amazing~"
She even blinked curiously. "I wonder what a donut like that would taste like?"
Whitley was once again speechless.
He looked at his eccentric mother-in-law, at a loss for words. After a long while, under Mrs. Briefs's smiling, "this is all so interesting" gaze, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence. "Mrs. Briefs... you're... a little bit off today..."
And after eating the donut that was Skinny Buu, No. 21's body stiffened!
Then her eyes closed, and her whole body went limp and fell backward, landing on the cold lab floor with a "thud," and she fell into a coma.
Whitley quickly went over and squatted down to check.
At a glance, he immediately discovered an astonishing change!
No. 21's pink skin was, at a visible rate, losing its demonic pink color and gradually returning to the healthy, fair skin of an ordinary human!
Her long pink hair also, from the roots, began to be dyed a warm flaxen color!
The violent and chaotic ki in her body also seemed to be slowly calming down, replaced by a more peaceful and stable power fluctuation.
"This situation... is she recovering?! By absorbing that evil Buu, has she really completed the defective Majin cells in her body?"
He squatted at the side curiously, carefully observing the miraculous transformation process of No. 21's body.
Mrs. Briefs behind him also walked over and stood by Whitley's side, watching the unconscious No. 21 on the floor with great interest.
She even reached out and gently touched No. 21's now fair and smooth cheek, feeling the delicate touch.
Then she looked up at Whitley, who was concentrating on observing the situation, and said with a grin, "Little Whitley, look, little No. 21's skin is so soft and smooth to the touch~"
Her gaze swept over No. 21's curvaceous figure, which was still alluring even in her coma. "Tsk, tsk, this figure is so~ nice~ it seems our little Whitley is in for a treat in the future~"
Whitley was, once again, speechless...
He looked at Mrs. Briefs's expression, which seemed to have already decided that No. 21 was also a member of his harem, opened his mouth, but ultimately couldn't say anything.
Forget it, I'm tired. Just destroy me already.
He was too lazy to argue anymore. Anyway, whatever he said, this mother-in-law could automatically interpret it as whatever she wanted.
Just as No. 21's body was undergoing an astonishing transformation, Whitley had given up, and Mrs. Briefs was smiling with an "I get it" expression—
"VMMMM!!!"
A powerful and familiar ki suddenly erupted on Earth without any warning!
Whitley's expression froze, and he closed his eyes to sense the erupting ki. "This ki... is it Trunks?!"
At almost the same time, several of the top warriors on Earth sensed this undisguised ki.
Far away on Mount Paozu, Goku, who was planting rice seedlings in a field with his pants rolled up, looked up. "Oh? It's Trunks! His ki is much stronger than before!"
Vegeta, who was training on the desolate Yunzabit Highlands, let out a cold snort and stopped his movements, his sharp gaze turning towards West City. "Hmph! That kid Trunks... what is he doing here again?"
In the lab, Whitley sensed the ki in the front yard, then looked at No. 21 on the floor, who was in a critical stage of her transformation, and the strange smile on Mrs. Briefs's face, and an idea instantly came to him.
"Mrs. Briefs," he said, standing up. "Trunks is back, he's in the front yard. Would you like to go... see him? And... host him?"
He really couldn't handle this mother-in-law anymore. It was a good thing Trunks had arrived, so he could hand over the "heavy responsibility" of hosting the future visitor to her.
"Oh my? Little Trunks is here?"
Hearing this, a look of pleasant surprise appeared on Mrs. Briefs's face.
Whitley nodded and said no more, just reached out and placed his hand on Mrs. Briefs's shoulder. "Swoosh," the two of them vanished from the lab in an instant.
Less than a minute after they had left, the eyelashes of the lying No. 21 suddenly trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.
They were a pair of clear but confused brown eyes. She first looked around with some bewilderment, and then No. 21 propped herself up and sat up from the floor.
She subconsciously looked around this strange environment, which was filled with various instruments, reached up and scratched her somewhat messy flaxen hair, and muttered to herself, "Where... is this? How did I... get here?"
However, the moment the thought arose, a massive and surging flood of memories rushed into her mind like a broken dam!
She had undergone self-modification in the lab of Magenta, a remnant of the Red Ribbon Army...
After fusing with the cells of Majin Buu, she had lost her sanity and become crazed and gluttonous...
She had even secretly piloted the assembled time machine and, for some reason, had crashed into a place called... the Tournament of Power...
And then...
The memories flashed by quickly and finally froze on a face.
The face of a man with a hint of helplessness, but also with astonishing power and presence. That was... Whitley!
She was horrified to find that in her memories of that crazed period, almost all of them! all of them! all of them were filled with this man's figure!
She had chased him like a nymphomaniac, shouting "non-existent warrior," "donut," and she had even just... even licked his hand?!
"Waaah... what have I done!!!"
No. 21 suddenly clapped her hands over her instantly burning face and let out a weak wail.
An intense sense of shame overwhelmed her like a tsunami!
She had never even had a proper relationship, had never even held a boy's hand!
But now...
Now her mind was uncontrollably replaying Whitley's face, and... her own extremely embarrassing actions!
How was she supposed to face anyone in the future?! How was she supposed to face that man named Whitley?!
She shot her head up and quickly and frantically scanned the entire lab. "No one... thank goodness!"
The place was empty now, the perfect time to escape!
She had to get out of this place that was the scene of her social death before that Whitley came back!
Then she could find a way to build a spaceship, find a deserted planet to hide on, and never show her face again!
Yes! That's it!
Her mind made up, No. 21 scrambled up from the floor. She didn't even bother to tidy her messy clothes and hair. She tiptoed out of the lab and, relying on instinct and some vague memories, she began to sneak towards the estate's main gate.
...
Meanwhile, in the front yard of the Briefs' estate.
The time machine, shaped like a giant egg, stood quietly on the lawn.
The hatch slid open, and the sword-wielding Trunks nimbly jumped down. Then he immediately turned around, carefully reached into the cabin, and helped a mature woman out.
This was Bulma from the future timeline!
She was wearing a smart set of work clothes, her face filled with the excitement of a homecoming and an indescribably complex emotion.
When her feet touched this familiar yet strange place, her eyes were a little dazed, and she greedily breathed in the familiar air.
"Mom, please wait a moment,"
Trunks settled his mother down and said in a steady voice, "I'll release my ki now and let everyone know we're back."
Future Bulma nodded without a word, her gaze still full of nostalgia as she carefully took in the lively Briefs' estate before her.
It formed a stark contrast with the dilapidated home in her memory.
Trunks took a deep breath, let out a low shout, and a powerful golden aura instantly erupted from his body, revealing his Super Saiyan form!
That powerful ki, like a lighthouse in the dark, instantly spread throughout the entire Earth and was clearly captured by all the sensitive warriors.
The next second, two figures appeared out of thin air in the front yard.
"Swoosh!"
It was Whitley and Mrs. Briefs.
Mrs. Briefs saw at a glance the future Bulma standing next to Trunks, who looked almost identical to her own daughter but whose features were etched with the wind and frost of time and a certain resilience.
"Ah! Is... is that Bulma?!"
Mrs. Briefs instantly covered her mouth, her eyes immediately reddening.
Although she knew that this was her daughter from another timeline, the feeling of a blood connection and the almost identical appearance still made her lose control of her emotions in an instant.
Future Bulma also saw her mother, who had been dead but was now before her, carefree.
The long-suppressed emotions could no longer be controlled, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes. She took a few steps forward and hugged Mrs. Briefs tightly.
"Mom..."
Her voice was choked, her tone trembling.
The mother and daughter embraced and cried. Trunks stood to the side, watching this scene, his own eyes reddening, and he pursed his lips tightly to keep his tears from falling.
Whitley looked at this touching and somewhat sad reunion, his heart filled with a thousand emotions.
Just then, his powerful perception caught a familiar yet slightly different ki, which was sneaking from the direction of the estate's lab towards the outer perimeter.
Is that No. 21? She actually woke up! And... she's trying to run away?
Whitley was slightly taken aback, and then a knowing smile appeared on his lips.
It seems she has regained her sanity, and she remembers the good things she did before!
What? Are you shy now? Planning to make a run for it?
He walked up and patted Trunks's shoulder, saying in a low voice, "Trunks, Mrs. Briefs will take care of your mom. I have some urgent business to attend to. I'll come and talk to you guys in detail later."
Trunks had also composed himself by now. Hearing Whitley's words, he nodded vigorously, his voice still a little hoarse. "Yes, Whitley-san! If you have something to do, please go ahead!"
Whitley smiled at him, then nodded to the future Bulma, who had looked up from Mrs. Briefs's shoulder upon hearing the commotion, as a greeting.
Then his figure flashed again and vanished from the spot in an instant.
...
In the green belt near the outer wall of the Briefs' estate.
No. 21, who had returned to her human form and was wearing a slightly messy white lab coat, was using the cover of the bushes, her heart pounding, as she cautiously sneaked towards the estate's main gate.
"Don't get discovered! Don't run into him! As long as I can get out of here... as long as I can get to that place!"
She crouched down, her heart praying frantically as she looked at the nearby wall!
However, it seemed that fate was determined to go against her.
Just as she was about to touch the edge of the estate wall, a strong and powerful hand gently patted her on the shoulder from behind.
No. 21's body stiffened, and she was instantly petrified!
Her heart was almost jumping out of her throat. Extremely slowly, little by little, she turned her head.
What met her eyes was that handsome face that made her feel both ashamed and angry, and also made her heart beat a little faster!
He was looking at her with a half-smiling expression, a hint of amusement and inquiry in his eyes.
The two of them made eye contact.
No. 21 felt her cheeks flush, as if they had been set on fire, and even her ears turned red.
Her brain, from excessive shame and nervousness, was almost a complete blank.
Driven by extreme panic and a strange emotion that even she herself couldn't understand, she looked at Whitley's eyes, which seemed to be able to see through a person's heart. Her mind went blank, and a sentence that she would regret to death later slipped out. "W-were you... looking for me specifically?"
The moment the words came out, she regretted it so much she wanted to bite off her own tongue!
But... she looked at the clearly stunned, and then even stranger expression on Whitley's face, and her sense of shame instantly exploded!
She subconsciously lowered her head and said in a voice that was almost inaudible and trembling, "Th-then... I... I... won't leave..."
After saying the last few words, she felt as if all her strength had been drained, and she wished she could dig a hole and crawl into it and never come out again!
Whitley: "..."
He looked at this No. 21 before him, whose face was as red as a ripe apple, who was so shy she was almost steaming, and yet who had said such a confession-like thing. He was also stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.
This contrast, after regaining her sanity... is a bit too huge, isn't it?!
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