The Essence of [Beast] - II

Ansel's hand suddenly stopped, and then, as Seraphina requested, he withdrew it. This left the young girl somewhat unresponsive. 

She maintained the posture of skewering the rabbit, turned her head to look at Ansel. 

"What's wrong?" Ansel raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you say, Seraphina—" 

"You... you!" Seraphina gritted her teeth, "Pull my shoulder strap back, it's so uncomfortable!" 

She shook her shoulder, blushed slightly, and glanced at Ansel, then continued to skewer the rabbit, as if to say "I won't care about what happens next". 

But the gentlemanly Ansel, only obediently helped Seraphina restore her shoulder strap, without doing anything extra. 

"..." 

Our Miss Seraphina clenched the stick, and skewered the rabbit with all her might.