God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls! Chapter 172 - 51. Playing House3

Seemingly ashad of the words she had spoken, An Le hurriedly lowered her head again.

Wait a minute, am I...

Am I putting a hat on Vice President Sakuragi now?

With that thought, the excitent An Le felt finally subsided a little.

Xiao Huan, the intimacy you showed with Sakuragi Hitomi earlier, could it really be that kind of relationship?

An Le wasn’t Spencer; she wouldn’t develop the desire to snatch Xiao Huan upon sensing a possible intimate relationship between Xiao Huan and Sakuragi Hitomi...

She would only make herself miserable.

But just as Little Thumb said, nothing is set in stone yet; now is the perfect ti to ask Xiao Huan for an answer!

"Xiao Huan..."

Thinking of this, An Le stepped back a little and asked nervously,

"Are you... already in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship with Vice President Sakuragi?"

Hearing her voice, Yan Huan, under the influence of the superconductor mode, almost reduced himself to her devoted follower.

No! No! Of course not!

Or Yan Huan could think of sothing even more extre; even if he really had a girlfriend now, under such joyful influence, he might even feel everything in the past wasn’t worth ntioning.

Only An Le was worthwhile, only An Le could bring joy...

Such thoughts triggered an alert in Yan Huan.

Was An Le’s modifier related to pleasure?

He silently moved further away from An Le, even though his body, in pursuit of pleasure, resisted this action.

But after so distance from An Le, that bone-piercing stimulation seed finally to lessen.

Does the effect of An Le’s modifier have to do with distance?

Yan Huan couldn’t see the white mist currently connected to his body; he could only feel that his consciousness had beco much clearer.

But looking at An Le, his thoughts were sowhat complicated.

mories of past happiness with An Le inevitably resurfaced in his heart; in Yan Huan’s mind, An Le had always remained the sa, never changed.

Yet now, due to the existence of the modifier, there was a different shade to her.

This gave Yan Huan a mont of difficulty in facing An Le.

A childhood friend t again after a long ti?

A modifier host that needs to be dealt with?

At this mont, Yan Huan truly did not know how to face and handle An Le.

But there was no choice, to limit the modifier, he could only treat An Le as the host of the modifier.

Moreover, if it ca to resolving the current dilemma, an idea had already erged in his mind.

Because he knew An Le very well, he knew her weaknesses.

After a mont of silence, his eyes darkened for an instant, and once again, he chose to activate the ability of Perfect Expression Managent.

"..."

His handso face was covered with a magical power like a rigid mask, instantly restoring his expression, which had begun to crack due to partial loss of resistance, to its original state.

He pretended to be captivated as he suddenly drew close to An Le for a mont, his palm gently lifting her black hair like he was touching a treasure.

An Le’s eyes widened, her face flushed, trembling as she looked at Yan Huan in front of her.

He leaned close to her cheek and said,

"I am not together with Sakuragi...

"An Le wifey..."

Was...

Was that playing house?!

"Eh?!"

Like being manipulated by pleasure from the modifier, as if struck by a mory from decades ago.

Yan Huan’s words struck deeply into An Le’s mory, causing her body to go numb.

She also rembered that when she was little, due to her poor physical strength, she couldn’t join Yan Huan in running and playing.

So, she had played house with Yan Huan for a while.

But that was before elentary school when she was naïve, clueless, and could say anything without sha.

When she told her mom about it, she had laughed for a long ti.

It wasn’t until elentary school, when An Le started understanding more, that she belatedly realized the embarrassing thing she had done.

Already sensitive and shy, she had an especially deep mory of this incident; it had almost beco a trigger.

Back then, every ti Yan Huan called her "An Le wifey" in the manner they played house, it would cause her brain to crash, unable to do anything else.

It was the sa at this mont; An Le trembled as she quickly covered her flushed face retreating in panic, while retreating, she pleaded,

"Wait a minute... Xiao Huan... don’t... don’t call that... uh... at least until after we’re married..."

"..."

This thod used to be able to control An Le rigidly for half a day during their childhood, and now it seed to be even more severe than before.

Just as Yan Huan thought he had succeeded in his trick and could observe the effects of An Le’s modifier...

"Ding ding ding~"

Behind him, his phone suddenly rang.

"?!"

A phone signal?

Yan Huan, concealed by the Perfect Expression Managent, showed an incredulous expression since there was no signal when he was previously locked with Sakuragi.

What’s the situation?

Yan Huan, pretending to be affected by An Le’s modifier effects, dared not look back, but he could tell that it was a plane mode ringtone...

An Le was equally startled, her face blazing red and in a flurry, she looked up to see a middle-aged woman’s avatar appearing on the phone screen.

And, the na representing the user,

"Mom Bai Yi"