The title of the second installment was a bit exaggerated, but Black Saber and Blue Saber really were arguing with Morgan at the time, so it could just about count as realistic. The title of the third installment was already becoming highly subjective.
As long as you didn't die from messing around, it was fine to mess around to death.
"Oh." After nodding thoughtfully, Cyrene picked up her pen and began scribbling furiously in her little notebook.
"By the way, what are you writing?" Seeing Cyrene's reaction, Chen Li leaned over curiously.
Cyrene shook her head without saying anything, continuing to write furiously with a strange smile hanging at the corner of her lips.
Chen Li secretly glanced at it and froze instantly.
Written prominently in the notebook was—<Chapter One: The King Descends from the Heavens, Furious and Ferocious!>
Chen Li frowned, then relaxed again.
Fine, there was nothing wrong with using that title to describe Morgan's entrance.
Morgan really was a queen, and she really had been furious at the time.
So Cyrene planned to write Morgan's entrance like some hot-blooded anime?
"Sit down and write slowly." Chen Li beckoned to Cyrene.
Cyrene did not even raise her head. Her gaze remained glued to the notebook in her hands, and her pen never paused for even a moment. She simply shifted naturally to Chen Li's front, then leaned backward without hesitation, not even looking behind her.
There was no testing the waters, nor did she glance back to confirm anything. Cyrene was certain that there could not possibly be cold ground behind her.
The next second, a warm and solid embrace arrived right on cue, steadily catching Cyrene's falling body.
Cyrene took the opportunity to curl up comfortably in that familiar embrace, a sly curve of "success" rising at the corner of her lips. Her fingers flew across the page, and inspiration seemed to pour forth even more vigorously with the transfer of warmth. Her pen scratched cheerfully across the paper.
Chen Li naturally wrapped an arm around the girl in his