Chapter 51: Hypnosis Again and Sowing Discord
She asked this with a cold laugh.
Celia slowly sat in her seat and crossed her legs, habitually lifting a slender leg clad in black stockings, her gaze suspicious and full of scrutiny.
As usual, Ansu's eyes instinctively swept over the fair skin faintly visible between her hemline and her black stockings.
Only then did he quickly shift his gaze upward to look directly into Celia's deep purple eyes.
He couldn't help it, he really didn't mean to turn on 'auto-aim'.
Because Celia's seat was exceptionally high, resembling a magnificent throne, every time she sat down and habitually crossed her legs, he would involuntarily... be drawn to the beautiful scenery of the witch's absolute territory.
"I'm asking you a question, what are your eyes wandering for?" Celia usually ignored Ansu's offensive glances, but today she was particularly angry.
She snorted coldly and glanced at Ansu with a hint of mockery.
"Does it look good?"