Luna's expression kept changing, and she gritted her teeth. To avoid total social death—and for those 50 packs of toilet paper—she decided to give it a shot.
At worst, she'd lose face. The most that stupid dog-man could do was mock her.
She looked around and saw the dog-man standing a little ways off under a tree, arms crossed, leaning against the trunk.
The bright moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting shadows on his unbearably handsome face, making him look even more mysterious.
He was staring over at her, eyes shadowed—who knew what he was thinking?
Their gazes met.
For no reason, she suddenly felt guilty and tense.
She might have decided to pounce on the dog-man, but honestly, she had no experience.
In her last life, stuck in the apocalypse, she was always hustling for supplies—who cared about men when you could fill your belly?
So when it came to seducing a guy… she really had zero experience.
