It wasn't temptation, believe me.
This was about equality. Equal spending rights.
With a straight face and slight hesitation, Yushou Ya'er handed over her crystals, and followed Hao's instructions to get her ice cream.
What she held in her hand - was not ice cream.
It was art. A holy grail of swirls and vanilla grace.
It's even better than the illustration.
And it didn't disappoint in the slightest.
The first lick had her eyelids fluttering. The second had her exhaling.
By the third, Yushou Ya'er closed her eyes altogether -
As if she was about to transcend.
No thoughts.
At the same time, Hao looked over at the lizard.
To Little Liz, the beast companion of that not-so-young woman.
The bag of Original Salted Potato Chips was now empty.
Scattered crumbs dotted the floor, a salty battlefield of satisfaction.
Little Liz suddenly stopped moving.
Her thick, low body tensed. Muscles locked in place.
A twitch ran through her tail, then up her spine.
