The woman in black took a cautious step forward, her body still coiled like a spring, ready to yank Selena away from the clutches of the deranged she-wolf currently molesting her with affection.
"Let her go!"
Azura, however, acted as if she had suddenly developed selective deafness. She couldn't hear her. Nope. Not a single word. Must be the wind.
Instead, she grabbed the straw from her half-empty boba cup and, with the precision of a surgeon performing a life-saving operation, shoved it directly into Selena's mouth.
"And we met at just the RIGHT time! You must be thirsty! Drink my milk tea!!"
Selena made a sound like a confused dolphin. "Mrrk?!"
"Oh, and I bought lots of new clothes for you!! Forget about those revealing clothes I gave you before—that was my fault! My mistake! I was a fashion criminal! A style terrorist! But THIS time? Ohoho, THIS time you are going to LOVE them!"
