Viska's body lay right in front of me, so close that we could hear each other's breathing. I could even smell that faint, almost imperceptible fragrance. Ice Sister never wore perfume; it was the sacred scent she had been born with as a Goddess. I looked at that beautiful face with its eyes tightly shut, while her voice yelled through every channel, "Damn it! I'm stuck! I'm stuck! Still stuck! Can't get out, can't get out, can't get out—Chen, think of something! Sandora, why did a Command Saber suddenly appear in your hand..."
"Calm down! Sandora! Impulse is the devil!" I hurriedly held down the Queen, who was eager to make a move, then held down Lin Xue and Qian Qian one by one as well. "And you two, Lin Brat and Qian Qian. Ice Sister and I are one body right now. I can understand your urge to beat her up psychologically, but physically, I can't accept it..."
"Understand my ass!" Viska shouted furiously over every channel. "Sandora, aren't you a Soul Studies expert?! Hurry up and figure out what's going on! Why am I stuck in Chen's soul and can't get out?!"
Sandora bared her teeth and put away the Ship-Slaying Blade. She first turned around to inspect Viska's body, then began pinching me all over. There was nothing wrong with being handled like that by my lover, but when I saw Sandora's expression, I got the feeling she was merely judging the fat-to-lean ratio of the hundred-plus pounds of meat in front of her—she had ground her teeth three times already.
"Can't you ever go without causing trouble?" Sandora said indignantly. I had no idea whether she was talking to me or Viska—probably both of us. "I can't tell what's happening. The two souls are completely inseparable.