"NO!!! I don't believe it! I refuse to accept it! This can't be real!!!"
In the freshly renovated third-floor living room of Vault 404's Boulder City office.
After seeing the photos Si Si had risked her life to take, Teng Teng, her dreams shattered, let out a brief wail.
After throwing out those words, she ran back to her room like the wind and slammed the door shut.
The kerosene lamp on the wooden coffee table flickered softly, casting long shadows from the mutant fruit and squirrel cookies piled on an iron tray.
The four people seated at the table looked at one another.
Sesame Paste blushed and said, "It actually looks pretty nice, doesn't it?"
She had meant those words to comfort Teng Teng.
But apparently, she had spent a little too long working up to them.
Si Si wore a complicated expression. "Emmm... I can't deny that, but that kind of beauty probably wasn't the effect Teng Teng wanted."
"So I wasn't the only one who thought this outfit's design was pretty bold." Ya Ya stared at the photos for a while, then muttered quietly, "I even seriously reflected on whether I was too dirty-minded."
Wei Ba suddenly had an idea.
"Could it be that Teng Teng has a talent she hasn't discovered herself?"
Si Si warned her.
"You'd better not say that to her face."
Wei Ba said, "Awoo!"
Looking toward the tightly shut wooden door, Sesame Paste said worriedly.
"...By the way, is this really okay?"
Si Si said, "Emmm... Are you talking about Teng Teng, or Old White and Fang Chang?"
Sesame Paste said, "Huh?"
Ya Ya immediately understood what Si Si meant and waved her hand. "Don't worry, Teng Teng is very generous! She won't hold a grudge!"
Really?
A barely noticeable smile curled