Lin Xue really knew how to deliver a critical hit at the most pivotal moment. Just when I was finally feeling sentimental about our carefree life, did she really have to stab me so early?
Can't a person even take a break anymore?
"Well, you've been idle for quite a few days now. It's about time we get moving," Miss Lin said with a mischievous grin, twiddling on my thigh. This action was definitely not one of flirtation; she was merely doing it casually. "Don't worry, Wood, we're not going to war this time, it's something good—but still, old rules apply. I won't say a word about non-crisis matters to avoid future chaos. Anyway—you'll find out soon enough."
"That's somewhat comforting." I pinched Lin Xue's cheek, which was still bearing that mischievous smile, and she immediately gently grabbed my hand and bit out a Rolex.
