Zhang Yingying reflexively raised a hand and rubbed her fingertips together twice. The cold, damp sensation quickly faded, but the feeling of having just pressed into a layer of water lingered in her memory, exceptionally vivid and clear.
Subconsciously, she reached out to pinch him again.
Ronan shrugged and flicked her hand away. "Forgive me, but I really couldn't spare the attention over in Slope City, so I used a little sleight of hand."
"Spare the attention, my ass. You've practically turned it into an art form!"
Zhang Yingying quickly came to her senses and swiftly made a successful connection, linking together some of the hazy guesses and assumptions she had formed over the past two days. "So it really was Lord Luo... Mo as in Mo Ya?"
"You flatter me, you flatter me... Hey!"
Unable to resist, Zhang Yingying reached out and pinched both of Ronan's cheeks, trying to figure out what material this flawless face under normal lighting was made of and how it had been pieced together.
"Open your mouth, blink, stick out your tongue, move your ears... Holy shit, that's godly!"
"Not at all. The main thing was the Martial Emperor's Water Condensation Ring, so exquisitely lucid and precise. I merely did some design and combination work on the Configuration. A large part of it was also built up through automated calculations."
Ronan twisted the false face that belonged to him, delivering his flattery with utter sincerity. Zhang Yingying, the Martial Emperor's devoted lackey, was greatly pleased by it.
"Your mouth's gotten awfully sweet. Once a person starts going bad, there's no stopping them... Fine, I'm not worried about you anymore. Don't keep Her Majesty waiting. Go on, go on. But come out and play afterward, okay? I want to see what happens if I cut