Ansel squatted down, propped his cheek with one hand, and slightly pulled Ravenna's eyelid, "Hmm... good, consciousness is still there, after all, it's an idealist who can't be killed, how could it be defeated by mere sensuality? You are still the Venna I know, very good."
"Don't worry, I won't do anything excessive next."
He chuckled, helped Ravenna up from the ground, and every time Ansel's palm stroked that soft metal, the puppet's body would tremble.
Ansel picked up this puppet body, which was not Ravenna's original body. It was much heavier than a normal body, had no temperature, but still had normal softness. He looked at Ravenna in his arms, chuckled, and gently and considerately laid her flat on the sofa.
"Ah... that's better."
Then, Ansel really didn't move her anymore, and walked straight out of the bedroom.
"Ha...ha..."