As soon as Luna Sutton sat down, Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood's gazes shot over in perfect unison, silently demanding answers.
Her heart wobbled, so she quickly ducked her head and focused on eating hot pot.
This damn system is so shady—its tasks just keep getting weirder.
Nearly got her caught on the spot; what an absolute social death scene.
Just then, the system's cheerful voice chimed inside her head again.
"Ding! Congratulations, host, Kian Sterling's favorability +10. Current score is 55. Please keep up the good work!"
She paused for a moment, then glanced stealthily at Kian, her expression thoughtful.
What's up with this old fox? Gets his butt grabbed and his score actually goes up? Is he secretly some kind of closet perv?
She watched as he languidly picked up a slice of lamb and popped it into his mouth, fox eyes narrowing slyly, lips curled in a faint, inscrutable smile—like nothing had happened at all.
Talk about unshakable.
