Fang Xing sat by the window, looking out at the scenery, occasionally sipping tea and enjoying some snacks.
The girl named Qing'er was kneeling beside him, serving him attentively and meticulously.
She even occasionally stole admiring glances at Fang Xing.
"Not bad, not bad... Her posture and expression seem naturally perfect as if she's been specially trained..."
"Especially this kind of flattery... It's rare to see in the interstellar era."
"Hmm? This girl, though seemingly an innocent beauty, actually harbors a seductive charm... I wonder where Elder Sang found such a top-quality girl?"
"And he just gave her away, presenting her as if she's ready for the picking; who could resist?"
As Fang Xing's mind wandered, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked towards a particular spot.
Whoosh whoosh!
A massive black airflow burst out, like a pitch-black mushroom cloud, exploding violently on the east side of the square.
