Wen Nan's hands kept moving, while his gaze fell on the countdown floating before him.
Only 4 minutes left until the activation of the faction card.
While pondering, he heard Guan Ailin call him a "pervert" next to his ear.
Wen Nan's actions paused, and he looked down at his right hand, fingers curled and reaching out towards Guan Ailin.
Connecting this to Guan Ailin's face, red as the fiery clouds on the horizon, and her breathy words, Wen Nan suddenly realized that she might have misunderstood?
Guan Ailin couldn't see the golden faction card pinched between Wen Nan's fingers. Could she actually think... Wen Nan wanted her to hide her fist inside it?
"Ahem," Wen Nan cleared his throat, defending himself rather seriously, "Erin, you've got it wrong; I don't have that kind of fetish."
