Chapter 141

"I'll show you the detailed plan after I get back to your headquarters."

Closure said, "We'll adjust it according to actual needs later. That tank is prepared for the front lines, right? Will you be in command of it?"

"No,"

Han Fei shook his head. "Remember that pink-haired Sankta in my team? She's for her."

"Oh, then I'll go talk to her later and find out what her specific needs are."

Closure nodded in understanding.

Han Fei initially wanted to say "no need," but what did that pink-haired bastard know about tanks?

But then I thought, it wouldn't hurt to ask, since she'd be the one using it in the end.

In any case, Han Fei will put forward general requirements based on the basic settings of the "Lock-and-Touch Car" to ensure that the core functions are not distorted. As for some differences in details, they are not a big problem.

--After all, this is "Rata's Chariot," not "Demulan's Chariot."

"Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

Closure said this and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Han Fei quickly called out to her, "Wait a minute! We're leaving tomorrow morning. Come find us around eight o'clock, and I'll take you back to headquarters."

"So urgent?"

Closure glanced at him in surprise and muttered softly, "I just fell asleep at that time..."

Due to her Bloodfiends constitution, Closure's daily routine is extremely irregular. According to Shirayuki's operator file, she often stays up late at night, energetically watching terrible movies—a veritable nocturnal vampire.

But seeing Han Fei's "no discussion" expression, she nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I'll try to go to bed earlier. I'll be there at eight o'clock sharp."

"Good."

Han Fei nodded and watched Closure leave.

She kept muttering to herself as she walked, worried that she might not be able to fall asleep early...

Not long after, when Closure's figure had completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, Han Fei closed the door, intending to kill some time and then rest to welcome the new day.

About forty minutes later, a series of crisp footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Tap, tap, tap.

The sound of high heels lightly tapping the floor was clearly audible as they slipped through the crack in the door.

Han Fei was already in bed when he heard the noise. He raised an eyebrow and thought to himself, "Who's walking so loudly in high heels this late at night? Can't a person get any sleep?!"

Unexpectedly, the footsteps grew closer and closer, eventually stopping outside his door.

Then, everything fell silent.

This made Han Fei even more curious; he wondered, "Why is there a horror movie plot here?"

If this were a horror movie, there would be a disheveled woman in white standing outside, ready to kill you the moment she opens the door.

Just as the doorbell was ringing, a loud knocking broke the silence.

Han Fei was lost in his thoughts about a horror movie plot when he heard a knock on the door. He felt a chill run down his spine, wondering if there really was a horror movie element in it.

But then I thought, with the M250's firepower, even if it really is a female ghost outside the door, I'll still give her a good blast.

He immediately got out of bed, and while putting on his pants, he said, "Who is it?"

A silence fell over the outside.

This made Han Fei frown even more, and he even held the M250 in his hand.

Just as he was pondering whether to unleash a combo of Wall-Piercing Electric Spike, rolling, and opening doors, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the door.

It's me.

It's a Texas voice.

"Eat?"

Han Fei was somewhat surprised, thinking to himself: Why is Texas here so late at night instead of sleeping?

Outside the door, Texas stood quietly in the dim light of the corridor.

Her long, flowing hair wasn't neatly tied up as usual, but rather draped naturally over her shoulders, the ends still damp and slightly curled, softening her otherwise cool and aloof face.

A few strands of damp hair clung unintentionally to her fair neck, carrying a faint, post-bath fragrance.

Han Fei's gaze involuntarily shifted downwards.

She was wearing her signature [Willpower] outfit: a fitted burgundy shirt with the top two buttons casually undone, revealing glimpses of her delicate collarbone; and tight black hot pants that accentuated her smooth and powerful waist and hip curves.

What's most striking are her legs, completely exposed. They are straight and long, and the skin gleams with a warm, delicate ivory luster under the light, like jade that has just been soaked in warm water, exuding an almost transparent sense of purity.

Perhaps it was because she had just taken a bath, or perhaps it was the perfect lighting, but Han Fei felt that her legs looked exceptionally smooth and tender tonight, and he could even vaguely see the pale blue veins under her skin, revealing a delicate yet resilient beauty.

His gaze continued downwards, then froze— Texas was wearing a pair of black stilettos with red soles.

The shoes were designed with both elegance and danger, and the stiletto heels accentuated the delicate arch of her feet.

She was barefoot, with only a section of her fair and clean instep exposed, creating a striking contrast with the black shoes, silently exuding an aura of cold elegance and allure.

Han Fei's expression became subtle.

--These shoes look familiar...

Black matte leather, scarlet lacquer base, sharp lines— Han Fei was certain he had seen it before.

What puzzled Han Fei even more was why Texas would wear it? She always wore flat combat shoes that were easy to move in.

Texas at this moment is like a sharp blade hidden in velvet; it remains cold and aloof, yet inexplicably carries a sense of suspense and danger.

She turned slightly to the side, the heels of her high heels lightly touching the ground, producing a crisp tap that echoed softly in the quiet corridor.

Aren't you going to invite me in?

Texas's gaze passed over Han Fei and landed on the dormitory behind him. Her voice was still steady, but it seemed a little softer than usual.

"Uh, please come in."

Han Fei stepped aside to make way. The sound of those red-soled high heels rang out again, crisp and steady, yet carrying a strange rhythm, as they swept past him.

He closed the door behind him, but his gaze never left Texas.

A subtle sense of disharmony lingered around her.

It wasn't that she couldn't handle the shoes—quite the opposite, she had excellent body control, a steady gait, and a straight back, wearing the high heels with a calm and efficient air.

But there was always an indescribable stiffness in that posture.

It was as if every movement was precisely calibrated by her mind, lacking the fluid and natural grace she displayed in her daily battles.

Clearly, she could pull off the shoes, but she wasn't yet used to wearing them and appearing before Han Fei in this way.

Han Fei followed her to the center of the room, looking at Texas, who was leaning against the table, with interest, and asked softly, "Why did you suddenly decide to wear high heels?"

Texas was already feeling uncomfortable. This outfit wasn't her style to begin with; she had only changed into it for someone with a particular preference for "a certain body part."

Faced with such a direct question, her feigned composure instantly crumbled. Her gaze instinctively drifted to the side, landing on the floor in the corner of the room, and her voice became even softer than before, almost a whisper:

"Isn't it pretty?"

Her voice was so soft it almost blended into the air, and her gaze still dared not look at him.

"Of course it's not bad-looking," Han Fei immediately shook his head.

Texas's legs were already perfectly sculpted, but these stilettos accentuated their breathtaking length and elegance, making every step feel like it was on the beat of her heart.

He simply couldn't understand why this "high heels segment" had suddenly started tonight.

Some ambiguous thoughts did cross my mind, such as a night raid.

But he immediately dismissed that notion—their relationship didn't seem to be passionate enough at that stage.

He doesn't believe Texas would take such a step voluntarily.

Seeing that the confusion in his eyes had not yet dissipated, Texas unconsciously bit her lower lip, and an inexplicable sense of irritation quietly welled up inside her.

She suddenly raised her head, raised her voice slightly, and looked directly at him, no longer avoiding his gaze.

"Then tell me, why am I here at this time?"

"Uh..." Han Fei hesitated, pointing to himself, raising an eyebrow slightly, "Because of me?"

Texas didn't answer, but silently turned her face away.

That silence, however, confirmed his suspicions more clearly than any words of affirmation.

"Hiss--"

Han Fei took a deep breath and inexplicably felt that the room's ventilation system seemed to have malfunctioned; otherwise, how could the air have suddenly become so hot?

"Nice."

Han Fei nodded earnestly, his gaze intense, his focus almost tangible, making Texas's legs tingle slightly.

She could almost feel his gaze caressing every curve of her body like fingertips, filled with undisguised admiration and longing.

She unconsciously bit her lower lip, and the image of Lemuen's sly whisper in her ear during the day flashed through her mind again.

--That girl... I really fell for her trick.

Texas silently protested in her heart, but her ear tips flushed uncontrollably, and her cheeks also heated up, almost burning up.

Just as her heart wavered, Han Fei's voice rang out again, breaking the sticky, ambiguous silence with a hint of curiosity and a sense of expected anticipation:

"Um, just asking, what about the black stockings?"

Texas paused, then instinctively replied, "It smelled, but I washed it off."

"Ouch, don't wash it!"

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As soon as he said that, Han Fei saw Texas's expression change.

She was startled at first, her eyes widening slightly in disbelief, as if her brain had momentarily stalled when processing this overly complex question.

Immediately, her cheeks, which were originally only a light pink, turned a deep crimson in a visible flash, spreading all the way to her ears, almost as if she were steaming.

As if burned, she quickly looked away, forcing herself to remain calm and stare at the wall, trying to revert to her cold and aloof Texas.

But her slightly trembling eyelashes and tightly pursed lips, as if trying to suppress some emotion, completely betrayed her.

Clearly, Han Fei's brief statement had a slight impact on the Texas diners.

She remained silent for a long while before softly saying, "You... you should have said so sooner."

These words clearly required courage; Texas didn't even turn around for a long time, completely unable to meet Han Fei's gaze.

"Hey, I was just kidding," Han Fei quickly explained. "It was just a casual remark, don't take it seriously, please don't take it seriously."

Texas then glanced at Han Fei, her expression knowing—"Just take my word for it."

"Ahem, so why did you come here tonight?"

Han Fei decisively changed the subject, his gaze naturally falling on her shoes. "These shoes do look familiar."

Texas took a deep breath and, feigning composure, asked, "How is it?"

"Uh, it's alright, quite pretty."

Han Fei nodded slightly and added, "It would look better with a different pair of pants."

To be honest, Han Fei's personal aesthetic preferences lean more towards an ascetic style when it comes to this kind of outfit. Imagine: red-soled black stilettos paired with a pair of sharply tailored suit pants, preferably with a cold, expressionless face—wow, that feeling is incredibly striking!

Don't ask, it's Liyin.

Conversely, the combination of high heels and hot pants didn't actually hit all his sweet spots. But since he wore them willingly, only a fool would say they didn't look good.

Besides, if they can appease her this time, wouldn't it be easier to develop more "dress-up play" next time? Texas, with that aloof face, is really wasting her talent if she didn't cosplay as a cool and aloof female secretary!

"That's good."

Texas explained curtly, tilting her head slightly, "We don't have any other pants."

"As for these shoes, I actually accidentally put them in my backpack before. Since I brought them with me, I thought I might as well wear them and show them to you."

Her words were concise, even somewhat dry, attempting to portray a carefully crafted or courageous presentation as a casual accident.