"Hey handsome, are you one of the good guys?"
"I'll count to three. If you don't react, I'm leaving!"
The woman's eyes were glued to Yves Reginald's hand, terrified of missing the slightest twitch. "Three, two, one."
Seeing his fingers remain motionless, the woman instantly sighed in relief. She patted his shoulder with a grin. "Hey handsome, well, it's not that I don't want to help, but you're not giving me anything to work with. So, I'm just gonna go. Bye-bye!"
The woman got up briskly, dusted off her pants as if to leave without a trace, and turned to go. But she hadn't taken two steps before she stopped, turned back to look at the man on the ground, and after a few seconds of thought, ultimately walked back.
"Ugh, how can someone as kind-hearted as me exist in this world? I'm so amazing, I could just worship myself!"
