The leader asked him to wait a little longer, so Lu Xin had no choice but to stay there.
He saw the girl called Kid take off the black outer skirt she was wearing. It looked somewhat heavy and bulky, and she simply tossed it onto the floor. Underneath, she wore a black, close-fitting thermal top and leggings that outlined her perfect figure. The exquisite strappy Roman sandals on her feet had also been kicked aside, revealing her fair, crystal-white feet.
She did all this in front of Lu Xin very naturally, as if he were not a stranger.
And not even just a strange man.
After taking off her sandals, she walked toward Lu Xin. When he grew slightly nervous, she passed by him and sat down on the sofa covered in European court-style decorative fabric. Hugging a plush cushion, she quietly watched television.
On the television, a stern-looking man stared out from the screen and asked a soul-searching question: "Face yourself honestly."
"What do you want to do now?"
"..."
"Lone Soldier, continue reporting your current observations."
The channel had not even been open for a minute when Chen Jing asked again, "What is Kid doing now?"
"She's watching television. An advertisement, at that..."
"Phew..."
Chen Jing was obviously relieved. "Then there's no problem."
After that, there was a long silence over the channel.
"What do you mean, 'there's no problem'?"
Lu Xin could not help asking.
He was holding his bag and did not even know where to put it. The room was too clean—clean to the point that it did not look as if anyone had ever lived there. Every item had its own distinct style. Lu Xin felt completely out of place, so he did not know where he should sit. And the owner of