Half an hour later, Velin left the tent without disturbing Kyle as he continued his grand endeavor of poaching talent, heading for the Logistics Camp.
When he arrived at his little haven of warmth and tenderness and saw Xuemiyya's pitifully low Merit Points, he naturally had to show off mercilessly.
But after seeing the dangerous look in her eyes, Velin chose to be considerate of his wife and swallowed all the words he had wanted to say.
"Not saying anything now?"
Seeing her husband's lazy appearance, the teasing smile vanished from Xuemiyya's face, replaced by a gentle expression.
"Say what? How would I know?"
Velin widened his eyes and did his best to look innocent as he answered.
"Then I'll reward you when we get back." Xuemiyya stroked Velin's black hair and spoke softly.
"If that's the case, then I want..."
Watching her husband ramble on without end, Xuemiyya did not stop him and listened peacefully.
As he described the rewards he wanted, Velin secretly observed the changes in Xuemiyya's expression.
To his disappointment, her expression did not change in the slightest after hearing all that. She still wore the same gentle look.
Seeing this, Velin stopped and poked Xuemiyya's cheek with his finger, asking curiously, "Why aren't you embarrassed?"
"Do you want me to be embarrassed?" Xuemiyya blinked and asked in complete seriousness.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Velin coughed lightly to ease the awkwardness.
Suddenly, he caught a flash of slyness in Xuemiyya's eyes and immediately realized what was going on.
The next moment, the Illusionary Realm shattered. Velin opened his eyes, looked at the blushing Xuemiyya, and asked, "When did I enter it?"
Looking at Velin, Xuemiyya said quietly, "Velin, how can you be sure that you're not still inside an illusion I created?"
"Uh—"
Hearing that, Velin froze.