"Now we can talk more easily. You guys don't have to look up to talk to me," Cetus said with a smile, hugging Waffle, who had thrown himself into her embrace, allowing her to stroke his back, which he liked a lot.
"So, Myne, will you take care of my daughter? Please, I beg you," Cetus pleaded, her face contorted in a pitiful expression like a helpless mother entrusting her precious child to her son-in-law.
She's really good at acting, Myne thought, the corner of his mouth twisting as he watched Cetus's performance. If it wasn't for the deal they had made a moment ago, he might have thought she was a kind and naive milf mother, who was easy to fool.
"Myne!"