Back then, he had been so pure, so innocent, with his heart set entirely on clinging to a rich older woman. Who could have imagined that fate would be so cruel, forcing him to become the top donor?
You were a fine beauty—how did you end up joining the bandits?
Gao Gong sighed endlessly.
Without a rich woman, even his little steel-ball skills had grown rusty.
I am seldom separated from my saddle, and the flesh on my thighs has all but disappeared. Now that I no longer ride, flesh has grown on my thighs. Time flies like the sun and moon, and old age is approaching. Yet I have accomplished nothing, and that is why I grieve.
Ah, Old Liu Bei is getting on in years. I can't even play Cao the Bandit anymore.
Looking at the handsome boss's affectionate, gentle, nostalgic gaze, Sister Ji felt herself growing moist too.
"Boss, long time no see. I've missed you so much!"
Huh? Who are you? Are we close?
Gao Gong looked somewhat bewilderedly at the girl who rushed toward him. She was obviously poor, and he didn't know her.
However, the Version 1 biological computer swiftly extracted his other memories from the City That Never Sleeps.
Oh, she was that girl who liked drawing doujin books.
Although he had countless doujin-book techniques at his fingertips, this sort of thing required information technology as its foundation.
And his little sister was clearly not the sort of talent suited for lewd matters.
He couldn't trust other people with his civilization assets, either.
Besides, his own development priorities were concentrated on mechanical technology and biological technology.
Thus, he had abandoned this technological path.
He couldn't even remember when Sister Ji, a candidate for doujin-book technology, had left.
With a light tap of his