Even the players on the opposing side bombarded the chat with a string of ’66666’, expressing their admiration for the skills of the Poet.
The highly praised Big Shot remained calm and composed, taking his artillery team to destroy the competitor’s crystal without batting an eyelid.
When the game screen displayed the victory, Joanna Lawrence was still in a daze.
Having finished the game and checked the battle results, Ashton Heath handed the phone back to Joanna Lawrence. "We won. I achieved a Pentakill. I’ve fulfilled my promises. Now, isn’t it time for you to fulfill yours?"
Joanna Lawrence dumbfoundedly took over the phone.
She lowered her head to take a glance at the displayed battle record, where Poet had scored 5-3-5, a Pentakill.
"How...how did you do that?" She held the gaze for a while before slowly raising her head, still finding it hard to believe.
Just a few minutes ago, he was merely a newbie with disappointing performance numbers.
And a few minutes later, a Pentakill?!
Could it be possible he was pretending to be a novice all this while?!
Ashton Heath found her reaction quite satisfactory.
Finally, she discovered his impressive abilities.
He casually replied, "Once you get familiar with the skills, you can do it. It’s simple."
Joanna Lawrence: "..."
"Is this really your first time playing this game?"
She had serious doubts!
No one could possibly be this good playing for the first time.
Unless they are a gaming prodigy!
"Yes." Ashton Heath said indifferently, "It’s my first time playing. What’s the matter?"
Joanna Lawrence stared at him for a while before gradually believing him.
She felt there was no need for Ashton Heath to lie to her.
He was usually busy with work and had various social obligations after work. He probably didn’t have much time to play games.
His time was precious, not something to be wasted on games.
So, it is said, when you encounter someone who is naturally talented in a certain area, no matter how hard you try, you’ll still end up being crushed.
She had been playing this game for more than two years.
Yet, she was still no match for a newbie.
What could she say to that?
She was really exhausted.
"Baby, let’s get back to the point," Ashton Heath wrapped his long arm around the soft and sweet girl, gently lifting her chin with his hand, looking at her with deep and alluring eyes, "call me ’Ashton’ once, I’m waiting."
A blush spread across Joanna Lawrence’s face.
She had agreed so readily at the beginning thinking he would definitely not be able to do it.
She never thought that he would actually do it.
She felt that calling him ’brother’ was so embarrassing, so cheesy.
Why on earth would Ashton Heath have such a weird hobby?
He enjoyed being called ’brother’ by others.
"Baby?" Ashton Heath’s voice was deep and irresistible, and the corner of his lips slowly curled up, "You’re not thinking of backing out, are you?"
"No." Resisting the embarrassment bubbling up inside her, Joanna Lawrence touched her hot cheek, pressing her lips together, took a deep breath, and with a sense of resignation, she squinted her eyes tightly and let out a soft whisper, "Ashton...brother Ashton..."
Her voice was sweet and velvety.
Because of the shyness, her voice was especially soft and hesitant when she called out ’Ashton’.
After saying that, her face turned a deeper shade of red, as though her entire face was on fire.
Her voice was so seductively soft and tender as if a little kitten was meowing.
She herself didn’t notice how sweet, how attractive, how tempting her voice was.
However, to Ashton Heath, his whole body tightened instantly, his eyes darkening with desire.
The fingers holding her chin tightened a little before speaking again, his voice hoarse, "Baby, say it one more time."