Pharmacist's Wish wrapped her arm around Yan Qing's neck, holding him closely.
She seemed quite nervous, her body slightly trembling, yet her grip was firm.
Before Yan Qing could react, Pharmacist's Wish released her hold and stepped back.
Her expression was calm, though she looked away when speaking: "So this isn't gratitude."
"...You're right."
Yan Qing's mouth twitched: "I feel like I've been molested by you."
Suddenly pouncing and then abruptly retreating, Yan Qing felt his chest being pressed down, experiencing for the first time what it's like for a maiden to be assaulted by a lecher.
Pharmacist's Wish's face turned a shade of red, but she continued in her own rhythm: "A scumbag like you, a degenerate, a lecher, everything you do is for yourself, never for us, right?"
"Right."
