You Think Too Highly of Him, Yi Mouren!

"Quick my ass. No half-assing it—at least two hours!"

Nikita said coquettishly, toppling backward and dragging the young man straight into the tent.

Ambiguous sounds quickly drifted out.

Li Luo's little face reddened at the sound, while Alisa's thoughts became a tangled mess.

The former secretly swore to herself that once Nikita was done, she had to have him all to herself tonight!

The latter looked at her three younger brothers lying on the ground, her expression complicated.

They had probably been too badly traumatized by being tied to the sailboat's mast earlier.

Even now, the three Palu Catfolk were still unconscious.

Alisa had no intention of waking them. She merely walked over, crouched beside the three of them, hugged her knees, and watched them silently.

It was as though time had returned to the past, to when her three younger brothers had still been babies.

Back then, Alisa had watched them just like this, her eyes brimming with an elder sister's love for her younger brothers.

Aside from their parents, Alisa dared say that she had treated those three brothers better than anyone else.

Back then, her three younger brothers had often smiled at her as well.

When had everything started to change?

When had all her boundless devotion begun to earn nothing but cold looks and disdain?

Alisa sat there in a daze, thinking for a very, very long time.

Li Luo noticed the Cat-Ear Girl's dejected state but did not speak to disturb her.

She merely sat down quietly half a step behind the woman, keeping her silent company.

Every so often, her gaze swept toward the Death Intent Cage to make sure Ignis was still inside.

Time slowly passed in that strange atmosphere.

Each of them was in a different mood, occupied with their own thoughts.