Wasn't she going to be a little more tactful? Hadn't she done her mental preparation a bit too quickly?
As one of the most complex characters, it wasn't too surprising that Lady Nepheli volunteered to deal with Fu Qian.
It was the speed with which she stepped forward that really made her eagerness apparent.
At a glance, even the smile on her face looked completely genuine.
Had she been waiting for this day for a long time?
Fu Qian sighed inwardly.
They were old acquaintances, after all. Sure, there'd been a few misunderstandings and clashes between them. He'd accidentally ruined several of her plans, poured dirty water on her, and made her colleagues suspicious of her, ultimately forcing her out of the organization... Even when she was cremated in the end, the flame used had been one he'd sent her.
But as a learned woman, she shouldn't be so petty. And wasn't she the one who hated contact with men most?
"Are you ready?"
As it turned out, Nepheli showed no sign of hesitation.
She didn't even wait for Wen Li's approval before stepping right up to him, so close her breath nearly brushed his face.
Her enthusiasm seemed to meet with the hunter's approval, too. Wen Li said nothing more, simply gesturing before settling into the role of an observer.
"Go ahead."
Since that was the case, Fu Qian didn't refuse again. With a sigh, he accepted the beauty being offered to him.
"It might hurt a little."
The beauty was considerate, too. The next moment, her lips were almost at his ear as she softly warned him.
Snap!
At the same time, she snapped her fingers.
Was this contagious, too?
Faced with that familiar sound, Fu Qian seemed to understand, in that moment, what memetic contamination meant.