She spun around, bent her knees, and shot toward a twinkling star.
Leon remained where he was, looking in the other direction.
"Then you need to follow traffic rules. Yield first."
Then he watched Marcia brush past the plane, lose control, and accelerate into space.
It happened so suddenly that Marcia let out the breath she had just held.
She tried to turn back, but it felt as though some force was pulling her upward.
The temperature around her grew steadily colder, and the lack of oxygen began affecting her brain.
Drowsy, she saw Leon through her blurred vision.
Yet just by looking at his face and his moving lips, she could imagine him still cracking jokes:
"Marcia, you're not allowed to sleep in space."
Air. I need air.
Where is there air?
The edges of her vision began to darken, until only those lips remained.
Isn't there air right here?
With her last bit of strength, she wrapped her arms around Leon's neck and pressed her lips directly against his.
Greedily exchanging oxygen.
Leon did not resist. He merely adjusted the flow appropriately.
Earth's heart trembled for an instant because of that kiss, only to be suppressed by Viltrum's powerful cardiac muscles.
"She actually realized she could obtain oxygen this way? She really is talented."
This was a brilliant trick he had come up with during an interplanetary long-distance running trial.
As long as he stole his competitors' oxygen, he would not have to worry about running out of air during a struggle.
However, Marcia clearly did not get his admiration.
When she gradually regained consciousness and realized what she had done, her face flushed a crimson red unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life.
Then she hastily fled back to Earth.
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