When Lu Ban woke up, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling.
There was a sense of pressure on his face. He glanced down and saw a bare foot planted on it.
The sole was white, small, and soft. For some reason, it felt strangely familiar, as though he had been stepped on quite a few times before.
Lu Ban couldn't help taking a lick.
"Ew, disgusting!"
A voice came from above, and the foot lifted.
Lu Ban was able to look upward. He saw a slender ankle, a fair calf, a slightly fleshy thigh, and beneath the hem of the skirt—
Pfft—
Lu Ban was stepped on again.
"What are you looking at?"
He was scolded.
If it had been someone with an abnormal mind and a peculiar fetish, seeing this, they would certainly have shouted things like, "Move aside and let me do it!" or "Give me a couple more insults!" before rushing over.
But Lu Ban was a normal human with a sound mind, a healthy mentality, and an exceptionally rational nature.
All he felt was that it was a little salty.
Soon, the foot moved away.
Lu Ban saw Bao Bao sitting on the bed in front of him, her two tender legs crossed and her feet resting on the soft carpet.
"You're awake."
Bao Bao spoke.
Lu Ban slowly sat up and first checked his condition.
At least he was still human.
Within his field of vision, some silver specks of light swayed, trying to reassemble into meaningful written symbols, but they were fragmented and unable to hold together.
There were no supernatural items on Lu Ban, either. He tried to materialize Last Words, the silver revolver. The reassuring weapon appeared in his palm.
He was back, but not completely.
"Where is this?"
Lu Ban looked around