Can the bloodline of a succubus really be so monstrous?
She couldn't say.
But there was one thing that Shirin was very clear about.
With the two of them gone for so long, there must have been some changes in the outside world.
"No, I wasn't thinking about anything."
After a moment of tension, Xilin regained her previous languidness, letting him hold her and resting her against his chest.
"Speaking of which, where are we?"
As the venue for their first meeting, Xilin was quite particular about it.
"Here, this is a gentleman..."
Ning Feng could guess some of her little thoughts from the way she looked around.
But when Ning Feng thought about what this place meant to every Watcher, he hesitated.
Should I tell her the truth or not?
We, on the great sky city, humanity's last stronghold, made our first union...
Um.
Shirin probably won't believe it.
Perhaps, even if they understood the words, they wouldn't believe they had actually done such a feat.
What are you hesitating for? Isn't this fun?
For indecisive men, a black cat that never misses a good show should strike decisively!
She rubbed her tender bottom, which had just been mercilessly lashed by the lightsaber, and smiled nonchalantly:
Go for it, young man!
Hearing the familiar teasing and seductive tone in his ear, Ning Feng blinked and smiled.
It's been so long since I've felt this way.
He would never admit that he wanted to see a cute, innocent expression; he would only tell others that he was a young succubus bewitched by a demon, and he would whisper with a smile to the woman in his arms:
"This is the Sky City."
Shirin: ?
What city is this?
"Yes, it's the Sky City you're thinking of, the one with the Watchers."
Shirin: ...?
Her eyes widened, and Xilin's mouth formed an "o" shape as she stared at Ning Feng in shock.
? ? ?
Are you kidding me?
...
...
Are you kidding me?
Clang.
In the dressing room, Andrew dismissed all the maids Jaslin had sent to help him change his clothes and calmly changed into his formal attire alone.
His family had fallen into decline long ago, and while he could afford the expenses of maids and servants, he never liked them.
He is an extremely self-disciplined person, and he is strict only with himself. He never shirks the tasks he sets for himself.
Andrew doesn't like to ask others for help with things he can do himself.
Andrew probably never liked the title of nobleman. He never liked that feeling of being high and mighty, and he didn't want to get lost in it.
The desire to revive the family and uphold the honor of the nobility was merely to fulfill the last wishes of his parents.
They wanted to see that kind of future, so they worked hard to live in that direction.
Andrew loves his family, so he chooses to follow their wishes, and he never gives up no matter what setbacks he encounters in the process.
It has been incredibly difficult along the way.
But now that he has truly seen the light of success, all he wants to say is...
"...Are you kidding me?"
He raised his right hand high and slammed it down on the table, but just before it touched the table, he suddenly slowed down and ended up only lightly touching it.
Clang.
"Damn it... Ugh."
Andrew muttered a barely audible curse, seemingly complaining about something—perhaps the current situation, or perhaps… himself.
Andrew is a very rational person and has great self-control.
A light tap on the table like that was already a sign that Andrew had lost control of his emotions and was silently venting them.
He wanted to vent, but the rationality he had maintained for years was restraining his impulse.
The torment in his heart was like a flame constantly devouring Andrew's sanity, relentlessly eroding it.
With his hands resting on the overly ornate dressing table, Andrew gazed at himself in the mirror, scrutinizing the expression on his face.
Her beautiful face, which is not effeminate, is paired with a flawless and elegant smile. Even the curve of her lips has been carefully practiced, so it does not appear deliberate or unnatural.
Anyone who looks at him would think he is an elegant and handsome young nobleman.
But from Andrew's own perspective, the distortion was perceptible.
I'm not reconciled.
I am unwilling to accept that after putting in so much effort, I have not achieved the results I deserve.
As the champion of the most special season of Star Chaser, he should have been happy, as his name would definitely be noticed by more people.
But his glory as the champion was completely overshadowed by someone else.
Few people care about themselves; the only thing they're discussing is another name.
The celebration banquet for the end of the game was postponed for some inexplicable reason, but no one objected because they were all waiting for one person.
Everyone is waiting for one person to return.
That man who overshadowed ninety percent of his own brilliance... no, that man who stole more than ninety percent of everyone else's attention.
Ning Feng.
As the champion of the Star Chaser competition, Andrew was very dissatisfied that he did not receive the praise he deserved.
Damn it!
However, the greater sense of resentment stems from a feeling of powerlessness.
What frustrated Andrew the most was that he actually understood one thing better than anyone else.
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