Zhao Bai muttered to himself, his focus slightly off.
Where had this rumor come from?
Even Theresa believed it, so it must have spread far and wide. But lately, the school had also been spreading rumors about Zhao Bai and Bronya. Could someone really think Bronya wasn't a loli?
Zhao Bai humbly asked, "May I ask how you could tell I'm not a lolicon?"
"It's simple. For a long time now, I've been tempting you—light pink short nightgowns, white stockings... What girl dresses like that at home? Actually, these were all tests for you."
"You were fishing for something?"
Zhao Bai had no idea. After all, aside from Theresa, no young single women had ever lived in his home.
So girls didn't wear short skirts and stockings at home?
Zhao Bai suddenly felt a little disappointed.
During their conversation, Theresa finally let herself go and returned to her room to change into her real home clothes.
Zhao Bai watched her inquisitively and waited in silence. He wasn't quite sure what girls really wore when living alone at home. Because he didn't know, he was curious.
Under his expectant gaze, Theresa emerged from her room with a yawn.
An oversized short-sleeved shirt wrapped around her petite body.
And nothing else.
The girl's legs were pale and flawless, soft and springy, as tender as tofu.
Theresa's thighs were white and soft, their shape and length perfect. Her ankles were slender and unreal, almost like a 3D model.
Zhao Bai caught an extremely faint fragrance coming from Theresa's body.
How was this even worse than before?
So girls didn't wear short skirts and stockings at home. They wore old-man shirts instead. Zhao Bai felt the last sliver of hope completely shatter.
Theresa sat down and assumed an exceptionally dignified posture.
"Although this device has been entrusted to you, as your superior, I will always retain the authority to destroy it remotely. If your actions cause a major accident in the future, I will destroy the device without mercy and send you to the defendant's stand with it."
She placed particularly heavy emphasis on "with it."
Zhao Bai suddenly felt an indescribable warmth in his heart.
Like a lonely child walking through the wilderness who had finally found his mother, someone cared for him so deeply. Naturally, Zhao Bai should show his appreciation.
He took out bitter melon and celery. With a light lift of the Anti-Field Katana, he squeezed out a cup of green juice that was bitter with a hint of spice.
"Forgive my poor hospitality!"
Zhao Bai returned to a peaceful life.
Opening the shop, getting off work, and battling wits with the maid.
The black-rimmed glasses remained in his arms, having only been used once.
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