"What's going on?"
Su Qiao stared in bewilderment at the man before her, who seemed drunk and completely insensible. As if stung by a bee, she swiftly withdrew the hand resting on his shoulder.
Her gaze fixed on the man's deep, stern face.
This guy certainly looked decent enough and had the qualifications to be her man, but he probably wasn't hers.
Why?
Of course, it was because he lacked her man's aura.
She swept her gaze around and quietly examined the surroundings.
This was a large bedroom exuding solemnity and austerity, with a luxurious yet high-end feel.
The walls were gray-black, but they were not wallpaper. Instead, they were made of some kind of special metal that gleamed with a metallic sheen.
There was also a household robot in the corner, along with a gaming pod and a medical pod. Su Qiao concluded that this was a future plane with highly advanced technology.
She just didn't know whose room this was.
Of course, it definitely wasn't hers, because it was obviously a man's room.
Host, you're currently in the royal palace, attending a banquet. I suggest you leave here first. Otherwise, you'll soon be put on display like a monkey.
The royal palace?
It seemed her identity this time wasn't simple.
As for being put on display like a monkey...
Obviously, someone had set her up.
Why did they always use the same trick?
Weren't they tired of how clichéd it was?
Su Qiao stood up while pondering this.
"Little Four, I can't open the door."
In the future, doors were generally intelligent, and there were several ways to open them. The first was specially configured voice control, the second was iris recognition, the third was a Personal Terminal, and the fourth was a secret code.
That was because