Gu Yue's battle armor progress had stalled.
He had memories from his past life, as well as the theoretical knowledge brought by Tiangong Kaiwu.
But he was not a true Four-Word Battle Armor Master, after all.
There were many things he only half understood.
Relying solely on deduction and simulation could not solve practical problems at all.
And Leng Yaozhu—
He raised his head and looked at the woman sitting across from him.
She had already seated herself behind the desk and begun tidying her messy hair and makeup.
Yet those phoenix eyes would occasionally sneak a glance his way.
Thinking he had not noticed, she would quickly look away again.
Lin An lowered his lashes, pretending to look at his communicator.
But in his heart, he was calculating something else.
Leng Yaozhu and Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua were old monsters from the same generation.
Her forging attainments had also reached the threshold of Level Nine Heavenly Forging, making her one of the continent's foremost grandmaster forgers.
If he could get her help, the material problem for Gu Yue's battle armor would be easily resolved.
As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a scorching gaze fall upon his face.
He looked up and met Leng Yaozhu's pair of reddened beautiful eyes.
She was staring straight at him.
Her hair was only half pinned up, with several loose strands hanging by her ears.
The dark circles under her eyes had yet to fully fade, and her lips were somewhat dry from her earlier excitement.
Once she realized she had been caught, her entire body jolted as if electrocuted.
Her cheeks instantly flushed red again.
"D-Don't look!"
She hurriedly lowered her head and covered her face with her hands.
Her voice carried a hint of embarrassed annoyance. "You're not allowed to look!"