Chapter 142

I understand what you mean.

Han Fei gave her a thumbs-up and a "I understand" look.

She just made up an excuse, and Han Fei tacitly took it as true.

Texas rolled her eyes at Han Fei, then said softly, "I've shown it to you, so I'm leaving now."

As she turned, her high heels tapped out a slightly hurried rhythm on the floor, much faster than when she arrived.

It takes a lot of courage to get to this point.

As for the things Lemuen whispered in private, Texas really couldn't bring herself to do them.

That sticking your foot out like that is absolutely dangerous!

What's more, she could feel how intense Han Fei's gaze was, as if it were a physical touch caressing her legs and feet.

Texas dared not stay any longer; she feared that if she did, the things Lemuen whispered to her would come true.

As a result, Texas's pace was now a bit more hurried than when she arrived.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Han Fei instinctively reached out and grabbed Texas's wrist.

I thought that with Texas's quick reflexes, this sudden tug wouldn't cause any problems.

Unexpectedly, with that pull, Texas lost her footing, her high heels buckling as if she were about to fall.

Seeing this, Han Fei quickly pulled Texas into his arms.

The moment their bodies made contact, Texas's supple body instantly stiffened like a stone, and the fur on her tail stood on end.

Han Fei said softly, "Why does Cellinia seem particularly reckless today?"

When that slightly teasing voice rang in Texas's ears, the girl's hard-won composure was once again tinged with a blush.

"It's your imagination."

Texas tried to maintain a tense expression, leaning against his chest as she tried to get up, but the blush on the tips of her ears betrayed her.

I'm leaving.

"Don't rush."

Han Fei tightened his arms around her waist and said softly, "You're dressed so beautifully, won't you let me admire you a little longer?"

"You've already seen it."

Even so, Texas was still half-heartedly led to the chair by Han Fei.

However, the next second, she realized something was wrong—she wasn't sitting on the cold chair, but had instead sunk into Han Fei's arms and sat on his lap.

This overly intimate and unreserved contact caused Texas's body to suddenly stiffen, her mind seemingly overloaded and going completely blank.

She instinctively opened her mouth, wanting to say something to break the unsettling atmosphere.

Before she could even gather her thoughts, a warm, broad hand naturally and gently touched her bare thigh. The soothing warmth from the fingertips made her tremble violently, almost jumping up.

"It's beautiful."

Texas, already tense, became even more so. She instinctively reached out to push away the restless large hand, and her legs began to move as well.

Shh, don't move.

Han Fei said softly, "You're dressed so beautifully, you should let me take a good look at you."

Texas lowered her head, her lips bitten until they were bloodless.

Finally, she slowly released her hand that had been pushing her away, acquiescing to this overly intimate distance.

Something seemed to subtly warm up in the air, silently enveloping the two in a hazy, warm silence.

After a long pause, Texas finally released her lips, which she had repeatedly ravaged, and said in a cold voice, "So, shouldn't your focus be on the shoes?"

Why is this the only thing you're focusing on?

By the end, her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"I like any of these possibilities." Han Fei blinked. "Don't underestimate us Zhouzhou people!"

"You're saying something weird again."

Texas's voice seemed unchanged at first glance, still as cool and aloof as ever, but upon closer listening, one could sense the tremor in the girl's voice.

Texas felt her cheeks burning, and instinctively twisted her waist, trying to get rid of the unsettling touch of his arms and legs around her waist, and stood up.

"Let go of me, I'm really leaving."

Unexpectedly, this unconscious movement, with a hint of twisting and struggling, instantly froze the two people pressed together.

Han Fei's throat bobbed.

At that moment, Han Fei could clearly feel the girl in his arms, whose body had finally relaxed, stiffen up again.

"Uh, would you believe me if I said it was a can of lemon tea?"

Texas also clearly sensed a change; her beautiful heterochromatic pupils contracted slightly in shock, as if she had stopped breathing.

She jumped up as if struck by lightning, almost leaping away, and immediately turned her back, leaving only a stiff back view, with even her hair showing panic and helplessness.

I'm leaving.

Texas tried hard to keep her voice taut, but her slightly trembling body betrayed her inner turmoil.

Then, her almost panicked escape perfectly illustrated her utter disarray.

Han Fei stood there alone, subconsciously raising his hand to scratch his head, his fingertips still feeling the cool touch of her wrist.

Even after the door closed automatically, completely isolating him from the outside world, the scent of Texas, a blend of the faint sweetness of shower gel and his own cool, refreshing fragrance, stubbornly lingered in his nostrils, refusing to dissipate.

He chuckled to himself, shook his head, and seemed to still have that faint fragrance lingering in his nostrils. His fingertips also retained the supple feel of her slender waist when he embraced her, and the cool, smooth texture of her delicate skin on his legs.

"Tsk,"

He smacked his lips, as if savoring some delicacy, and an uncontrollable upward curve to his lips. "The high-heeled Cellinia... her allure is truly extraordinary."

The room seemed to still hold the lingering traces of her earlier panic and that unspoken allure. Han Fei walked to the bedside, fell heavily back onto the soft mattress, and stared at the ceiling. Before him were still those legs in red-soled high heels, dazzlingly white, and her adorable, almost smug, expression at the end.

He let out a long breath, trying to calm his racing heart and still-stirring blood.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore."

He turned over to himself, pulled the covers over himself, and muttered, "There's plenty of time..."

Even with my eyes closed, what still emerges in the darkness are those trembling eyes and reddened ear tips.

Han Fei buried his face in the pillow and smiled silently.

This night is destined to bring a beautiful and long new dream.

The next day.

Han Fei very early.

Time's almost up; it's time to pull the plug and run.

When he came out of the room, the other girls were already awake.

"Hey boss, good morning!"

Lemuen was as energetic as ever, with a bright smile on her face; seeing her put me in a good mood all day.

Lemuen, on the other hand, remained silent, leaning quietly against the wall, seemingly lost in thought.

But upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that her gaze lingered around the vicinity of Texas.

Annie's little habit has started again; it's obvious she's observing Texas.

"Good morning."

Texas, with a Pocky stick dangling from her mouth, glanced at Han Fei but quickly looked away.

With that expressionless face, if you weren't the person involved, you probably wouldn't be able to imagine what she went through last night.

The last to greet him was Lemuen. She turned her attention away from Texas, smiled gently at Han Fei, and said, "Good morning. Shouldn't we be going today?"

"Yes, it's today."

Han Fei nodded slightly, then looked around and asked, "Where are Theresa and Closure?"

"In the room."

Lemuen pointed to the room and said softly, "One said she was too sleepy, and the other couldn't see anyone."

Han Fei nodded knowingly. A vampire who lives only during the day and a "dead man"—they certainly couldn't just swagger around here, could they?

"Alright, I'll go shut off the power, you guys go to the evacuation point."

"Good."

Lemuen agreed, then added, "Should we mention it to the female doctor from before? After all, they entertained us for the whole night."

"I will go," Han Fei replied.

Lemuen said, "Okay, then we'll wait for you at the evacuation point."

"Okay, time to go home."

Lemuen happily took her sister's arm, looked at Han Fei with a beaming smile, and said, "Boss, I'm a big hero this time, am I going to get a bonus? Actually, I secretly had my eye on a guitar before, boss, you know what I mean?"

"Xiao Le."

Lemuen poked her sister's cheek.

It's alright.

Han Fei waved his hand, indicating that Lemuen didn't need to do that, and said, "Let's go back and buy it, we don't need it anyway."

This Lemuen was a huge contributor; even the CEO gave her a discount. Buying a guitar is no big deal.

Upon hearing this, Texas glanced at Han Fei.

This must be what tacit understanding is all about; even though it was just a glance, Han Fei understood what she meant.

So Han Fei said, "Everyone should get a share when we get back, okay? Everyone's worked hard."

Han Fei has always been indifferent to things like Haf Coins. What's the point of working hard to earn money by running knives?

It's meant to be spent!

Han Fei had seen many "smurfs" (players who hoarded hundreds of millions of Haf Coins), only to rent out their accounts without exception.

Haf Coins, you can't earn interest by just hoarding them; ultimately, you still have to spend them.

In contrast, the red ones still have some preservation value.

Han Fei didn't really mind spending Haf Coins on Lemuen and the others; he was frugal where he could and generous when he needed to.

They came all the way from Laterano, surely they wouldn't be so stingy as to not want this much?

Just then, Closure's voice rang out from the side.

"What are you talking about? It sounds like you're dividing up the spoils? I have a share, you know."

Han Fei glanced to the side and saw the Bloodfiends girl yawning as she walked out.

Facing everyone's gaze, Closure wasn't shy at all, and said frankly, "When are we leaving? I'm so tired, I really want to sleep."

"Didn't you get any rest last night?" Han Fei asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No."

Closure said lazily, "I tried to sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep at all, so I got up and played for a while."

"You are this one."

Han Fei gave a thumbs up, then said to Texas, "You lead the next group and take them to the evacuation point."

The evacuation point for the Babel was nearby, which was quite rare.

If it were like Dam, randomly located in a very far place, Han Fei might not have enough time to evacuate after pulling the plug.

"Good."

Texas nodded in agreement, her expression and tone unchanged as always.