For instance, at Miss Padric's party, that esteemed Mr. Luo Yan attracted quite a bit of attention from the noble ladies, to the point where according to unreliable rumors, Mrs. Padric almost had a row with her daughter...
Basking in everyone's gaze, Isabelle couldn't help but feel elated, completely entranced by the Slime's massage, her mouth gradually losing its filter.
"Well... It's certainly quite difficult, prying open that gentleman's mouth isn't easy. You know, with such a person I never tell the truth. You mention east, he'd say west, unless you stare into his eyes, making him forget his own status. Hm... Really tough, don't just press my shoulders, my waist is a bit sore, help me with that too."
"As you command! Your Majesty!" Lulu swiftly moved her hand to her waist, fingers dexterously kneading like dough.
The atmosphere in the office became fervent, the initially sleepy editors and journalists perked up, whispering gossip.
"Waist?!"
"Why would the waist be sore..."
