A black-and-white color scheme, a collar and bow tie fastened around her neck alone, and a strapless uniform that exposed her entire shoulders and arms.
Her long legs extended beneath a pure-black short skirt, with a lace garter tied around her left thigh.
The high-quality fabric and craftsmanship conveyed refinement and sexiness, blending perfectly with her own cool, noble aura.
The large areas of skin on her slender, aesthetically pleasing shoulders, arms, and thighs were dazzlingly pale.
But as she stood before the doors to this superyacht's main hall, Fang Ran looked at the cat ears atop her silver hair, at this scene that could no longer even be called familiar,
and felt exhausted.
So this time, there wasn't even a normal option left?
No matter how he looked at it, her spa and hot spring were definitely not normal spas or normal hot springs. After having that strange dream, especially after experiencing how terrifying A-7's ability was a few days ago,
Fang Ran began to doubt his self-control. He closed his eyes, sighed, and refused:
"No need."
"Why not? Considering that the Eastern beauty party tailored more to Huaxia aesthetic preferences and the costume party where you could freely set aside your identity were not to your taste, I thought you would prefer this sort of quiet, solitary relaxation, Young Master."
From that sentence alone, one could tell what this woman had been up to over the past two nights.
Is that really the issue? Fang Ran complained inwardly, unable to stop himself from recalling the night before last. After returning from driving back the first attacker, he had still been immersed in the sensation of seawater droplets splashing over him during the battle,
when he saw the party deck, a nightclub-like scene filled at a glance with pale,