In the interstellar, everyone worshipped the strong. There were many women who could beat an adult man to the point where he had no power to fight back with their bare hands. He Xing had never thought of himself as a strong person, but he did not like it when females took advantage of their gender to guilt-trip others while making demands.
He had been wandering in the galaxy for so long, and all the men and women he had come into contact with were his guests. At most, he had only admired them, but he had never felt what he did just now. A person was just sitting there and talking, yet their entire body seemed to be glowing.
"He Xing! He Xing!" He Xing looked at Du Yue, still in a daze.
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"I'll drive in the afternoon. You rest."
"Alright! Then let's get out of the car and switch seats!"
