Chapter 156
At that moment, Han Fei heard Texas's voice behind him.
"Boss, I'm going to the shooting range. If you need anything, you can find me there."
Han Fei turned to look at Texas, and in the girl's eyes, he saw determination.
Clearly, Texas has set her sights on becoming a gun expert.
Upon hearing this, Lemuen immediately poked her head out and exclaimed excitedly, "Me too!"
"Texas, I'm awesome! With me teaching you, you'll definitely be able to do it!"
Volume 1: Chapter 189 Sister
Han Fei was watching when he suddenly heard his logistics manager Closure, speak.
"Hey boss, shouldn't this warehouse be upgraded?"
"Huh? Not enough?"
Han Fei glanced over subconsciously and saw that there were still quite a few storage compartments in the warehouse; it wasn't full.
"That's quite a lot."
"It's enough for now, but not necessarily next time," Closure said, frowning. "If you bring this much stuff every time you come back, you might not be able to fit it all in after just two or three trips!"
Upon hearing this, Han Fei couldn't help but sigh.
So, it turns out I can actually experience a margin call?
But then I thought, this warehouse really does deserve to be destroyed.
Everyone else has their own warehouse, but here a whole group of people share one warehouse. Under these circumstances, it would be strange if the warehouse could even be used.
"Then you can raise it as you see fit, just don't bankrupt it."
Han Fei generously delegated authority to Closure.
Now that the logistics manager is in charge, Han Fei doesn't want to go back to the Special Operations Center every day and still have to keep an eye on the warehouse and the Special Operations Center's affairs.
Too much trouble!
Fighting and killing is already exhausting enough, but having to keep an eye on the Special Operations Center when you get home means there's absolutely no time to relax or rest.
"You're serious, then I'll do it myself," Closure said. "You guys made quite a bit of money this time, boss. I'd like to request a budget to revamp the Special Operations Center!"
"Can."
Han Fei nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "Five hundred thousand should be about right. We can talk about it if it's not enough."
"OK."
Closure readily agreed.
"But why did you think of reforming the Special Operations Center?" Han Fei, somewhat surprised.
"Because I walked around and this place felt dilapidated, like it had been abandoned," Closure explained. "The workbench can be unlocked through upgrades, but as an engineer, that's not enough for me!"
"Then you handle it as you see fit."
Han Fei shrugged. He was already willing to delegate authority, and now that this matter sounded reasonable, he would let Closure do what she wanted.
"Okay, I'll get to work then."
Closure simply jogged away.
Han Fei stretched. Although he had only gone to the Dam, he had essentially been running through the map himself, so he was still a little tired.
This has nothing to do with physical strength; it's simply mental fatigue after doing something.
He instinctively reached out to sit on the floor—there were no chairs next to the large pillar of the Special Operations Center.
Before I could even sit down, I heard someone next to me say, "Are you going to sit on the floor again?"
"Um?"
Han Fei glanced sideways and saw it was Lemuen.
So he smiled and said, "I'm used to it. There aren't any chairs or anything here, so it's more convenient to sit on the floor."
The first time he returned from the Dam, which is the Ursus Tundra, he sat on the ground, facing the bright white light bulb of the Special Operations Center, selling things at the trading post all alone.
At that time, he had nothing to do, so he could only sit there, waiting and selling.
Unlike now, even without Closure, he can still find someone to chat with when he sells his items.
"Then wait for me a moment," Lemuen said softly.
"What are you going to do?" Han Fei asked, somewhat curious.
Lemuen simply smiled, offering no direct answer. A moment later, she produced a comfortable armchair from somewhere, placing it gently in front of the Special Operations Center's iconic large pillar. Turning to him, she smiled and said, "Alright, have a seat."
"Thanks." Han Fei didn't refuse, and sat down in the chair with ease, stretching out his body and leaning back, looking ready to completely relax.
Just then, a pair of soft hands gently rested on his shoulders, massaging them with just the right amount of pressure. Han Fei glanced sideways and, sure enough, it was Lemuen.
"Such thoughtful service?" He raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing.
"Mmm~" Lemuen let out a sweet, nasal sound, her movements still gentle. "Thank you for your hard work, this is a special treat."
"Then I won't be polite." Han Fei smiled, closed his eyes, and began to enjoy the moment.
He didn't actually know anything about massage techniques, and he rarely went to professional places, so he couldn't tell the difference between good and bad techniques.
The only thing I could clearly feel was the softness and warmth of Lemuen's hands, and the just-right pressure, which was truly relaxing.
Just as he was basking in this comfort, Lemuen's voice rang out softly. "When is the next field mission?"
We might have to leave this afternoon.
Han Fei did not open his eyes. Although the immediate financial crisis had been temporarily resolved, the matter on Terra could not be put aside.
Spending long periods of time idly in the Special Operations Center was not his style—not because it was boring, after all, he had so many lovely colleagues around; it was just that he was naturally restless, and he craved the fulfillment and excitement of "engaging in combat, searching, and withdrawing once it was done" more than a comfortable stay.
"You really can't stop," Lemuen chuckled, then continued, "So, what about the personnel arrangements this time?"
Han Fei opened his eyes, having already considered this, and answered decisively, "I plan to take Texas and Theresa out. You, Xiao Le, and Ines will be in a group to enter the simulation."
"I see..."
Lemuen's hands didn't stop moving, her voice remained gentle, yet faintly tinged with disappointment, "I thought you'd take me with you this time."
"Xiao Le needs you more," Han Fei said truthfully, his tone serious. "You saw her performance today. I'm not comfortable letting her lead two newbies alone. It would be safer for you to lead her; two people supporting one."
There's no need to worry about the marksmanship of those two Laterano.
If you're not familiar with the map, it's too dangerous to have Lemuen carry two others; it's better to have two others carry one.
"That's true, that child is always a worry." Lemuen seemed to recall the dangerous scene from earlier that day, her grip tightening slightly as she repeated in a low voice, "Yes, she's always so reckless."
"That's why I feel at ease when you're with me."
Han Fei had barely finished speaking when he suddenly felt the pressure on his shoulder stop.
He instinctively turned his head to look.
Just then, Lemuen leaned closer.
In an instant, the distance between the two was shortened to an extreme, close enough that they could clearly feel each other's warm breath, so close that something seemed to quietly condense in the air.
A few strands of soft pink hair fell gently, brushing lightly against Han Fei's cheek. The subtle touch brought a slight itch, yet it seemed to directly pluck a chord deep within his heart.
Why did you suddenly turn your head?
Lemuen stretched out her fingertip and gently poked Han Fei's cheek, her tone tinged with a hint of coquettishness, "Turn back quickly."
Han Fei blinked. Actually, he had initially intended to obey—but now, he had changed his mind.
"Sister An."
Han Fei suddenly called out in a low voice, which was gentler than usual.
"Um?"
Lemuen tilted her head slightly, her eyes questioning.
"You're so beautiful."
Han Fei's voice grew softer, like a feather brushing against his heart. Gazing at the beautiful face so close to his, an irresistible impulse suddenly surged within him, growing and entwining silently and rapidly like vines.
He wanted to kiss her.
This thought did not fade with time; on the contrary, it became clearer and stronger under Lemuen's gentle gaze.
"Is... is that so...?"
Perhaps his gaze was too intense, for even the usually gentle and composed Lemuen, like an older sister, was somewhat overwhelmed. She instinctively turned her face away, her fingers unconsciously twirling a strand of hair. Her voice remained soft, yet a hint of panic lingered. "Why are you suddenly bringing this up..."
"Perhaps it's because... the time has come?" Han Fei replied softly, his tone carrying an indescribable tenderness.
He vaguely remembered reading something a long time ago: the closer you are to someone you like, the harder it is to resist the urge to kiss them.
At this moment, Han Fei and Lemuen were so close that their breathing could be clearly heard.
"Sister An," Han Fei called softly again.
"What's wrong?" she replied softly, still a little embarrassed to look him in the eye.
Can I kiss you?
"Huh?"
Lemuen's eyes widened instantly, as if struck by a sudden, direct attack. She stood frozen in place, even the tips of her ears turning slightly pink.
"This... this isn't appropriate... I..."
Before Lemuen could finish speaking, Han Fei lowered his head and cut off her words.
Instinctively, she raised her hand and gently pressed it against Han Fei's chest.
Even a usually gentle and composed older sister would inevitably feel flustered in such a situation—moreover, in some ways, she and Han Fei were both completely inexperienced in this kind of thing.
This sudden attack caught her completely off guard.
Needless to say, this is not a private place; it's right next to the most conspicuous pillar in the Special Operations Center lobby.
The female agents in the Special Operations Center are easily spotted by anyone passing by—how embarrassing would it be if someone saw them?
Moreover, she never expected that Han Fei would take the initiative!
In their past intimate interactions, Han Fei was always the passive one, with her gently guiding the pace.
Now that her identity has been switched so suddenly, she really doesn't know how to cope.
Surprise, shyness, panic, and a barely concealable flutter of the heart—all these emotions intertwined within her, making Lemuen feel as if her heart was pounding so hard it was about to leap out of her chest.
Thump, thump!
--If this continues, the little deer in my heart might really faint.
However, amidst this chaos and war, Lemuen suddenly noticed an interesting detail.
This little brother who suddenly became brave seems to only possess "bravery"?
His kisses were utterly unskilled, almost as awkward as his young face. He was driven by pure impulse to get close to her, yet he seemed somewhat at a loss as to what to do next.
This discovery was like a clear spring, suddenly extinguishing the panic in her heart.
A strange, sweet surprise quietly spread through her, suddenly putting her at ease.
Calmness gradually returned.
Lemuen gently patted Han Fei's shoulder, no longer keeping her eyes closed in tension, but opening her gentle, watery eyes to gaze quietly at the unexpectedly innocent young man before her.
Noticing her movement, Han Fei opened his eyes in confusion.
In the instant their eyes met, he seemed to understand Lemuen's gaze: Don't rush, relax, let me catch my breath first.
That tolerant and gentle gaze, like a breeze, lightly dispelled his reckless impulsiveness—but the burning passion in his heart did not diminish as a result.
She will be understanding.
Realizing this, Han Fei suddenly stopped being in a hurry.
What does it matter if I act a little awkward in front of my older sister?
He stepped back slightly, his voice low and gentle. "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive."
Lemuen gently raised the corners of her mouth, reached out a finger, and lightly wiped away the dampness from the corner of his lips, saying softly, "No rush, we can take it slowly."