That was right. It was already a little past the time.
As the uniformed woman answered, Fu Qian naturally glanced to the side.
The metal frame was already a little rusty. The small alarm clock sitting directly on the floor had, without a doubt, not been set to go off at eight.
Perhaps it had been set for an earlier time, but that hadn't helped either.
"You're late."
Throughout this exchange, the uniformed woman had apparently made the same movement. The next moment, she fixed him with a cold stare and reminded him.
"Yes, I'm late."
His expression gentle, Fu Qian nodded, still sitting there without a care.
"...Aren't you going to hurry up and leave?"
His attitude was not only unexpected; it even left the uniformed woman feeling uneasy under his gaze.
She instinctively pulled her coat tighter around herself and couldn't help averting her eyes, puzzled by Fu Qian's reaction.
"I'm not in a hurry. I told you just now, I can't remember what I'm supposed to do."
Without changing expression, Fu Qian gave an impeccable reason. At the same time, his gaze drifted down to the smooth knee she still had exposed.
"So, have you remembered why you're dressed like that? As you said earlier, we can confirm that I once wanted you to help me with an IV."
It looked like an ordinary morning after a night of drinking, yet everything was strange, and the mission target still hadn't appeared.
In this situation, Fu Qian wasn't in a hurry to go out and check what important "business" he had to attend to. He was more inclined to get a deeper feel for the local customs.
Although he could tell that the strange outfit was completely covered by her coat, Fu Qian's scrutiny still seemed to