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    Meanwhile, things were getting even more heated in the next booth. The man had started kissing the woman’s neck, and she leaned back, eyes closed, letting out quiet moans.


    Without warning, Adah stood up and marched right over to them.


    No one understood what drove Adah to march toward the embracing couple, yet every gaze tracked her movements with increasing curiosity. An’s features darkened into a thunderous scowl, his thoughts spiraling around one desperate mission—severing his engagement to this ugly hick with swift, surgical precision.


    Only Elliana, perfectly attuned to Adah’s intentions, recognized she was about to pull off a stunt—one that would obliterate An’s carefully constructed reality.


    Adah surged toward the kissing couple and unleashed her palm against the man’s cheek without hesitation. Smack! The resounding impact sliced through the room’s atmosphere.


    The couple sprang apart like startled deer. The woman’s scream pierced the air as she pressed herself into the cushions, while the man remained frozen in bewildered silence.


    After several heartbeats of stunned quiet, the man examined Adah from head to toe, his confusion transforming into zing fury.


    “What kind of crazy woman are you?” he snarled. “What possessed you to strike me?”


    Adah anchored her hands against her hips, assuming the unmistakable stance of a warrior prepared for battle.


    “I’m delivering a lesson in proper behavior!” she proimed. “If you want to canoodle with some woman, get a room. Somewhere private. Disappear into cornfields or sorghum groves also works. But this vulgar exhibition in public, with those revolting sounds? Shame on you!”


    Cornfields? Sorghum groves? The man feltpletely absurd, releasing a contemptuousugh.


    “Hick, huh? Did you just descend from some forgotten hamlet? You possess no worldly experience whatsoever, do you? Do you imagine this city resembles your backward vige?”


    Adah didn’t back down an inch.


    “So you’re ridiculing us country folk for being too conservative for your ‘liberated’ city ways? Let me ask you something. Does disying such primal desire represent a metropolitan tradition? Had I not intervened, were you nning to begin disrobing to ‘create offspring’ directly upon this couch?”


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    Primal desire? Create offspring? The man’splexion zed with indignation, and he crashed his fist against the table.


    “Damn it, you’ve lost your fucking mind! Who grants you the authority to dictate others’ conduct? You’re begging for punishment!”


    He began rising, preparing to charge toward her, but Adah possessed formidable resolve. Before he could get to his feet, she drove her heel into his foot, sending lightning bolts of agony through his body and forcing him to copse back onto the couch with a painful gasp.


    Thrusting her finger toward his face, Adah continued, “I shall repeat myself—if you desire intimate moments, do it at home or somewhere private. Cease disgracing yourselves before witnesses! Now, unless you depart immediately, I shall summon my fiancé to address your behavior.”


    She leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with defiant challenge. “And do youprehend precisely who my fiancé happens to be?”


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