"But… Rosie said you liked this kind of cake," Vylyss asked, a little confused.
"Ah, but I don't like it anymore," Noan replied indifferently.
Hearing that, Vylyss looked at the cake, feeling slightly disappointed, but she quickly composed herself and cheerfully asked, "Master, what kind of food do you like? I'll… I'll ask Rosie to make it for you."
Noan glanced at Vylyss and smiled, "I like you."
"Ah! Then… Heh?!" Vylyss blushed furiously at his words, then immediately rushed toward him, wrapping her arms tightly around him. "Master, are you teasing me?"
"Hahaha… I thought you hadn't noticed," Noan laughed as his hand gently stroked Vylyss's hair.
"The moment I saw the cake, I knew you made it. However, for me to eat it… there has to be a little challenge."
Hearing that, Vylyss instantly understood what Noan meant. After all, she was naturally a Succubus—how could she not understand a man's intentions?
