Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

Miya felt as if she were floating on a cloud.

Reason was burned into a blurry fog by alcohol.

All the things she dared not say, do, or even think normally were squeezed out of her mind by this fog, filling every corner of her head.

She turned her head and looked at Mebius sitting next to her.

She had short black hair, fair skin, and her earlobes still had traces of pink that hadn't completely faded.

Mebius was looking down, his fingers trembling uncontrollably as he gripped the handle of the empty wine glass.

Her profile looked exceptionally beautiful and clean under the warm lighting.

Miya stared at her for a while, then leaned towards her, her shoulder bumping into Mebius's arm.

"Miss Möbius."

Miya's voice had completely lost control of the falsetto and had become her own original tone.

Mebius turned his head and met Miya's misty eyes.

Miya's face was flushed, her lips were fuller than usual because of the alcohol, and she had a silly smile on her lips.

"Sister, you smell so good."

Miya stretched out her finger and poked Mebius's arm.

Möbius's pupils dilated slightly.

"What kind of shower gel do you use? Oh, no, it's not shower gel, it's just your own scent."

Miya brought her face closer, her nose almost touching Möbius's sleeve.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them, her eyes even brighter than before, with a dangerous intensity.

"It smells so good, I love it."

"No, you—"

"And you're so cute."

Miya showed no sign of stopping; her finger was still poking at Mebius's arm, poking him every time she spoke.

"You blushed just now. Your ears always turn red when you blush, do you even realize that?"

Mebius's mind went blank.

She subconsciously moved to the side a little, just a tiny bit, about half a hand's width away.

But she forgot that sitting next to her was a drunk Miya.

When Miya saw Mebius move to the side, the smile on her face froze for a while.

Then her eyebrows furrowed, her nose wrinkled, and her lips pursed into a downward curve.

Suddenly, something even wetter and brighter welled up in those misty eyes, shimmering under the light as if it were about to overflow.

"you……"

"Did you just move? You moved over there. Do you hate me now?"

"no!"

Mebius's voice came out almost spontaneously, so fast that she didn't even realize it herself.

"Then why did you move that way—"

"I don't hate you."

"real?"

"real."

Miya stared at her for several seconds, then she bent down and kicked off her little leather shoes.

One rolled under the bar, while the other lay sprawled on the carpet.

Then she turned around, put her hands on the sofa cushions, and her knees on them, and crawled over the distance between her and Mebius, which was now less than half a hand's width.

Before Mebius could retreat, Miya had already climbed up to her side.

Miya rested one hand on the sofa cushion beside Möbius's leg and the other on Möbius's shoulder, kneeling on the sofa with her body slightly leaning forward.

The maid's skirt was bunched up at her knees, the white apron's ties were loose on one side, and the puff sleeves slipped down her shoulders, revealing a section of her fair collarbone.

Her face was very close to Möbius's, so close that Möbius could smell the strong scent of liquor in her breath, so close that Möbius could see his own panicked reflection in her light-colored pupils.

Then Miya moved forward a little.

Her lips touched Möbius's ear.

The tip of his tongue lightly swept across Mebius's earlobe.

The comments section exploded at that moment.

Countless comments surged up at the same time, so fast that it was impossible to see any of them clearly; all that could be seen were layers upon layers of colored blocks rolling across the screen.

But if someone can pause the screenshot, they can probably see these.

"Holy crap, he licked it??"

"I licked it!!"

"My God, my God, my God!"

"Comment protection!"

"The live stream is going to be shut down!"

"The screen recording team is ready. The screen recording team is ready. The screen recording team is ready."

"Isn't this supposed to be an inspection of the live stream? Why am I watching a late-night show??"

"Möbius, what are you doing?! You're the prosecutor!!"

"No, I really am shipping them, but this is happening way too fast!"

"I've already taken a screenshot. This life has been worth it."

"Screenshot of the previous share!!"

"The number of viewers in the live stream has broken records."

"What was the highest viewership record for the Witch Association's live-stream inspection again?"

"It was broken by this live stream, and it's still rising."

At the entrance to the kitchen, three faces were crammed together next to the door frame, lined up from top to bottom.

On top was purple rice pudding, its deep purple eyes widened many times larger than usual, and the white cloth it used to wipe the cups had fallen to the ground at some point.

In the middle was Flores, her deep purple pupils flashing with a dark red glint. To be honest, even she, with all her experience, had never seen anything like this before.

At the very bottom is Korika, her mouth agape in a perfect "O" shape, her bright yellow-green eyes filled with the thought, "Am I dreaming?"

"She licked it."

"Korika said."

"Um."

Zimi Lu said.

"She licked Möbius's ear."

"Um."

"That's Möbius, right?"

"The Witch Association's Market Supervision Bureau inspectors, right? They're broadcasting the whole thing live, right?"

"Um."

"Little Miya is too amazing!!!"

Mebius could hear nothing.

Her world turned into a pure blank the moment Mi Ye's tongue touched her earlobe.

The warm, damp sensation still lingered on my ear, like being gently brushed by a warm feather, or like someone writing a stroke on my skin with the softest pen tip.

Her face was as red as it could possibly be, a deep pink hue spreading from her cheeks to her ears to her neck, with even the skin on her collarbone turning red.

After Miya finished licking, she stepped back a little and tilted her head to look at Mebius.

Her eyes were still glazed over, and she had that silly smile on her lips, as if waiting for some feedback from Mebius.

"Your ears are burning hot."

Miya stretched out her finger and gently poked Mebius's earlobe.

"Hotter than my tongue."

Mebius finally regained his voice.

"sorry--!!"

She sprang up from the sofa with such speed and force that Mi Ye's body lurched forward as she lost her footing, almost falling onto the sofa.

Mebius grabbed the communicator that was still broadcasting live from the bar and frantically tapped the screen several times before finally finding the button to turn off the live stream.

Then she rushed towards the door at breakneck speed, the hem of her dark gray uniform billowing behind her, her briefcase forgotten next to the bar.

She pushed open the bar door, making a crisp ringing sound.

Then the door bounced back, swayed back and forth several times, and finally came to a slow stop.

The hall was quiet for several seconds, then Zimi Lu's voice came from the kitchen doorway.

"Truly amazing!"

Korika slowly squatted down beside her and put her hands on her head.

"So, did we pass or fail our tests tonight...?"

Flores leaned against the doorframe and chuckled softly.

But she didn't say anything, she just looked at Miya, who was still kneeling on the sofa.

Miya blinked and looked around groggily.

Mebius was gone, but the sofa cushions next to her still bore the marks of where she had sat.

Mi Ye reached out and touched the sofa cushion; it was still warm.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, but couldn't figure out why Mebius had suddenly run away.

Then he let out a small hiccup, tilted his body to the side, and fell asleep face down on the sofa.