“E-Ethan, let’s talk properly.”
“Okay. Let’s talk properly.”
“Y-You won’t kiss me again, right?”
“…”
“Right?”
“…”
“Hey! You’re supposed to assure me that you won’t kiss me!” Samantha complained as she once again pounded Ethan’s chest with her closed fists, making the latter chuckle.
“Okay, I promise I won’t kiss you, so come out, little turtle,” Ethan chuckled. “Let’s have a proper discussion.”
Assured by Ethan’s promise, the young lady once again poked her head out of the blanket, giving Ethan the strong urge to kiss her again.
But this time, he held back so that the two of them could have a proper talk.
“Why?” Samantha asked. “You don’t need to take responsibility, and yet you want to do it. You were under the influence of the Aphrodisiac, and I was under the control of the Witch of the Twilight.