At this moment, Qin Chu felt a tingling sensation in his ear.
Catherine's fragrant lips somehow found their way to Qin Chu's ear, her chin resting on his shoulder, as a soft whisper threaded into his ear: "Master, next time, please be sure to take me with you."
"Whatever danger there is, Catherine wants to face it with Master."
It was rare to hear such a tender voice from Catherine, that soft, cotton-like texture carried a unique charm.
The ticklish sensation at his ear made it impossible for Qin Chu to control himself any longer. He didn't want to think about all those messy things, and suddenly, one arm reached back, hooking Catherine's slender waist.
Amidst Catherine's soft murmurs, Qin Chu pulled her into view, seating her on his lap.
Catherine, long familiar with this scenario, naturally understood what was about to happen. Her cheeks grew more tender and rosy, looking as if they could drip water.
