By the end of June, the time had come.
At noon, the sun blazed in the sky, its light scorching.
As a result, there were more and more bare thighs on the streets of Hedong City.
White thighs in all kinds of long, mid-length, and short skirts dazzled the eye.
Chen Shouyi swept his gaze around with an innocent look, his steps light.
He felt troubled. Ever since his transformation,
his vision had shifted from two dimensions to three. He kept seeing things that embarrassed a young man; skirts were practically transparent to him. As long as there was an opening, he could look past the strips of fabric at the hem and see... what was underneath.
Of course, he absolutely never looked for long!
As he passed his family's restaurant, he saw that it was busy inside.
Mother Chen had just served a dish to a customer. She instinctively glanced toward the entrance, froze for a moment, then hurried over with delighted surprise and chided him, "Why did you come back all of a sudden? You didn't even call to let us know!"
"I just got off the helicopter. I wanted to surprise you!" Chen Shouyi said with a smile.
"Your mission's over, then?"
She only knew that her son had gone off on a mission; she had no idea what it was. But she could imagine how dangerous it must have been. Fortunately, he had made it back safely.
"It was an easy job."
Quite a few customers turned to look when they heard that, their faces faintly excited, as if they recognized Chen Shouyi.
This little restaurant was something of a legend in Hedong. Its dishes were ordinary, its prices low, and its food tasted bad, yet high-ranking martial artists often showed up to eat there. Many