Just as Harry was comfortably enjoying the tingling pleasure of Clara's crystal clear and smooth feet gently caressing his calves and looking into Clara's eyes affectionately, Elena suddenly stood up, glanced at Clara with some displeasure, and walked out the door on her own.
Now, Harry and Clara were the only ones left in the restaurant.
The tense and exciting atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.
"Brother-in-law... why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?" Clara lowered her head shyly, blushing and whispering shyly.
"There's nothing on your face, but there is in your eyes, my heart, Clara. Your soul-stealing technique is so powerful that it has stolen my heart..." Harry looked at Clara affectionately, and suddenly reached out and gently held Clara's hand, saying with his heart beating faster.
