Daoist Wang lay comfortably in a massage chair specially prepared for Combat Machines.
Wearing only simple underwear, Ling Tong hummed a light tune as she showed Wang Jixuan some cooking skills she had picked up over the past few months.
A small Projection Screen at the end of her silver-white Mechanical Arm displayed the recipe steps.
Even this simple indoor stove was powered by her Mechanical Arm.
It was a rare moment;
With her beside him and the delicate fragrance of her hair in the air, Wang Jixuan did not have to think about anything.
With his eyes closed, Daoist Wang said, "Stop busying yourself. I won't starve to death even if I don't eat now."
"I learned it especially for you."
Ling Tong simply said:
"Although Sister Wan said that cooking without underwear and wearing only a dudou would have unexpected effects, I still feel somewhat... well, resistant to that.
"Maybe it's because I'm too conservative at heart."
Wang Jixuan blinked.
Conservative meant... ahem, better not say, better not say.
Ling Tong soon finished up. Carrying two plates of unidentifiable food, she began setting up the dining area. Her round, slender legs were especially pleasing to the eye. Despite having countless combat missions every day, her relaxed muscles showed no exaggerated bulk.
She sat beside the massage chair, undisguised delight in her eyes as her fingers lightly traced the contours of Wang Jixuan's chest muscles.
"Have you been under a lot of pressure lately?" Ling Tong asked.
"Not much pressure," Daoist Wang said with a smile. "I was just hiding away to cultivate. Most of the time, I was free and at ease. Nine months passed in a flash, and now I'm confident I can defeat an SS-Class Psionicist."
He precisely added, "As long as there aren't more than