Villain Ch 1664. I Need a Real Romeo and Juliet Story
Emma grinned devilishly, waving her fork like a pointer stick. "Yeah. Mila, right? The one from Sterlinghart's side."
He sighed. "Yeah. But why cow?"
Emma gave him that 'you know exactly why' look, leaned closer, and said shamelessly.
"She's got those big boobies like a cow, duh. I mean—seriously." She cupped her own chest dramatically. "Wonder if they've got milk."
Allen nearly choked on his drink. "Emma…"
She pouted then, sighing. "Well... mine's kinda… not really growing." She sobbed exaggeratedly. "Wonder if they'll get bigger later."
She stabbed the poor innocent cupcake with her fork again, taking another aggressive bite like the frosting personally offended her genetics.
Allen tried to reach for the caramelized rose cupcake — his pick earlier — but Emma slapped his hand away like a security guard.
"Nope. You get that one." She nudged the simplest vanilla one toward him. "Be grateful."
Allen tsked. "Unbelievable."
