The rain pitter-pattered down, and the flurry of the rain curtain added a layer of filter to the night sky, making the colors of the distant neon lights even more vivid, as if thick ink was spreading on black paper.
Long ago, Ren Suo had realized that fantasy works are dramatic. You wouldn't fail to cast a spell because you urgently needed to pee during a battle with the Great Demon King, you wouldn't get tricked into bed by an enemy snapping a nude photo of you during a transformation, and no matter how hurt you got in a fight, you would always keep an intact set of underwear...
However, in reality, the world is not a game, and things just don't work out as conveniently as in the plot.
Dong Chengling sat on the sofa, looking at Ren Suo, and asked, "So, is there something important you want to talk to me about, Ren Suo?"
Ren Suo turned his head and looked at the two girls next to him, who were both nervously and curiously awaiting his reply.
