"What's going on? Did I fall asleep?"
"Where is this? Don't touch me!"
"How did I end up at the police station?"
"What? Of course I remember what I did, is it illegal to drink coffee now?"
"...Dancing in a coffee shop isn't illegal, right?"
"The table... It does seem like that happened."
"I'm sorry, my mistake..."
"Sorry, I don't have money to compensate the coffee shop..."
...
This mission really maxed out on adversarial nature!
Fu Qian, inhabiting the purple-haired youth's body in an extraordinary state, was leisurely capturing snippets of information.
At this moment, he was submerged in an entirely new experience he never had before.
Contrary to what he had imagined possession would be like, to Fu Qian, it felt almost like lying dormant at the very depths of the soul.
His senses were greatly suppressed, unable to perceive almost anything.
