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Chapter 152 Extra: Moko's Adventure (Part Two)

After realizing that the other person was likely the target of the weirdo, Moko immediately perked up and her attitude towards the girl changed drastically.

The other party then steered the conversation back to the previous topic, asking, "So, who are you looking for?"

Of course, Moko wouldn't tell the other person the truth, but instead gave a vague answer: "A friend."

"Friends?" The girl paused, then looked interested. "Male or female?"

Moko thought for a moment, "A man."

Upon hearing this, the girl suddenly burst into laughter, "I can't believe you're so young and already have a boyfriend."

"It's not what you think." Moko wasn't going to explain further, but she was a little surprised that the other person could tell she was very young, even though she was wearing heavy makeup.

After Moko voiced her doubts, the other person laughed and said, "No matter how you try to hide it, the innocent aura you exude in your every move is impossible to conceal, and your pure and naive eyes are just like a pet hamster. It's so cute."

Moko's forehead creased with a few black lines. Although it sounded like a compliment, she wasn't too happy to be described as a cute little hamster.

She's a magical girl, how can she be compared to a pet!

To protect peace, she fought against a powerful enemy and went through countless hardships to finally achieve her long-cherished wish—this was the life she dreamed of!

Just then, a hand touched her cheek. Moko was startled. The girl leaned closer and clicked her tongue in admiration, "Such delicate skin, only a girl this age can have it. What a pity."

Moko was startled by the other person's bold move, but considering that the other person was also a pretty girl and was someone she was going to focus on that night, Moko tolerated it.

"You don't look that old, do you?" Moko asked.

"No way, I'm already over twenty, nowhere near as pretty as you young girls." Seeing that Mozi didn't refuse, the girl became bolder and directly grabbed her arm. "Look, how tender and soft it is, just like tofu pudding, it'll melt if you squeeze it."

Moko subtly removed her arm. She had initially thought Moko was an innocent girl, but it turned out she wasn't.

Could it be that beneath that innocent appearance lies a completely different soul? No wonder she frequents places like this, no wonder she's being targeted by strange people.

Moko felt she had seen through the truth of the matter.

Even so, that's no excuse for the weirdo to harm this girl.

The thought of rescuing this poor girl from the monster filled Moko with a sense of pride.

During this time, several men with ill intentions approached the two of them and tried to chat them up, but Moko chased them away.

"That's the downside of this environment; there are too many annoying bedbugs," the girl complained.

"But you're already here, shouldn't you have expected this situation?"

"That's true." The girl pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke, "You'll protect me, right?"

"Huh?"

Moko didn't react for a moment.

"I mean, with you next to me, I have an excuse to get rid of those annoying flies," the girl explained.

Moko was relieved; she had thought the other party had guessed her purpose.

Moko pretended not to care, picked up her juice, took a sip, and casually changed the subject.

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She was extremely tall. She hadn't even noticed it when she was sitting in the chair, but now, standing on the stage with Moko, she was a full head taller than Moko.

"What... is your name?" Moko couldn't help but ask.

At first she didn't care, so she didn't ask, but now she wants to know the other person's name.

The girl smiled slightly.

"Maple syrup."

The music began to play, the drumbeats pounding like hammers against everyone's hearts, making them sway involuntarily to the rhythm. In the center of the dance floor, maple syrup and jasmine mingled with the music, and people around them waved their arms and twisted their waists, releasing their inner passion and energy.

The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, mixed with the fragrance of various perfumes, creating an intoxicating aroma.

In this sea of ​​revelry, laughter, cheers, and screams rose and fell, weaving together into a breathtaking symphony. Excitement and ecstatic smiles radiated from people's faces, as if all their worries and sorrows had vanished in this moment. Men and women embraced, kissed, and jumped, reveling in the joy and abandon of the moment.

Moko was captivated by her surroundings and gradually became engrossed in them, forgetting her original purpose for coming here.

As she improvised her dance moves, her partner put one arm around her waist, causing Moko to lean back. Her amazing flexibility was on full display at that moment, and Moko's waist was bent into an acute angle!

A hint of surprise flashed in Maple Syrup's eyes, followed by a thrilling excitement, and she leaned forward.

No matter what, she still gave herself to a woman she had only known for a short time in this kind of environment.

Maple Syrup wasn't annoyed by this, and continued dancing while embracing Jasmine's soft body.

The song ended.

Mozi's head was spinning; she clearly hadn't come to her senses yet.

At that moment, the courtesan who had been on stage earlier walked towards the two of them, a seductive smile on her face, and said, "You two danced so well, and you're new faces? Is this your first time here?"

Moko nodded subconsciously, but soon she realized something was wrong.

Maple Syrup had told her before that she frequented this bar, knew many people, and was friends with this courtesan…

Moko's muddled mind cleared up instantly, but before she could figure things out, an even stronger wave of drowsiness washed over her.

"What happened? When did I get infected? Who is it? Is it a weirdo? Where is it?" Moko still couldn't figure out the key to the problem until the very end, and no one could answer what was on her mind.

Moko wanted to try transforming to see if she could put up a final resistance, but a hand gently touched her waist, shattering the last bit of spirit she had managed to muster.

Maple Syrup embraced the limp, powerless girl, then smiled at the nightclub's top courtesan, "Excuse me, my companion isn't feeling well, please excuse me."

After saying that, she picked up the nearly unconscious Moko and walked straight out of the bar.

No one paid any attention to this little incident. It was common for women to get drunk and be taken away by men with ill intentions, let alone two young girls.

Some people were eager to go up and chat, but they were all glared at by Maple Syrup's murderous eyes, as if taking another step forward would really kill them!

And so, Maple Syrup, carrying Jasmine, left the bar without any hindrance.

She was preparing to go to a more secluded place.

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(To be continued)

(End of this chapter)