Aside from rose honey, several plates of desserts, from cookies to freshly baked cakes and soft mousse, mysteriously appeared on the coffee table.
The little butterfly monster, deeply focused on watching the live broadcast... watching the scene at the Headquarters of the Magician's Association, didn't notice this—she seemed just like any girl in the world obsessed with dramas.
When the tension rose, she instinctively hugged the pillow tightly in her arms, then reached out to grab the dessert from the plate and stuffed it into her mouth—if she got even tenser, the frequency of grabbing things to eat would increase even more.
Tension level = speed of grabbing and eating.
Watching the little butterfly monster devouring a piece of cookie like a hamster cracking seeds, emitting a sound remarkably similar to ASMR, Boss Luo's attention was drawn more to the little butterfly monster than the scene itself.
She finished another piece.
