"— I didn't lie to you, Sister Xue Xue!"
Jiu'er called out loudly as she flew into a tackle.
She dived straight into the arms of Wen Xue, who had just woken up and was still somewhat groggy, and enthusiastically wriggled around.
"...Hmm, it's pretty impressive."
Wen Xue nodded and uttered in a raspy voice touched by lingering sleep, "Thanks, Jiu'er."
Although she said so, she dug Jiu'er out from her embrace and carelessly threw her aside.
She was Jiu'er's older cousin, who had just finished creating her character, Xitan Pulan, after accepting an invite code from Jiu'er.
Wen Xue propped herself up with one hand to sit up in bed, put on her glasses, untied her long ponytail, and walked over to the vanity mirror to slowly brush her hair... using the opportunity to collect her somewhat scattered thoughts.
... What in the world is this black technology?
Her train of thought was much in sync with Longjing Tea's.
