Luna held back her laughter and started humming a song again—one of those post-apocalyptic hits, lively and sentimental.
Corbin Crowley had never heard it before; it sounded totally foreign, but he thought it was pretty nice.
He couldn't help but glance back at her, his expression surprised.
When did this damn fat woman learn to sing? And she's actually pretty good at it.
It's just that her behavior was so damn annoying.
"Ding! Congratulations, Host. Corbin Crowley's affection increased by 20, now at -80. Please keep up the good work."
Just then, the system's voice suddenly chimed in Luna's mind.
She listened to the voice in her head and froze on the spot.
She was being this gross to the dog-man and even harassing him, but his affection still went up?
She blinked, a hint of joy in her heart. Wait, could it be that this dog-man actually liked this kind of vibe?
Did she just stumble upon a way to conquer this dog-man?
