He had never felt such nausea before, as if thousands of fleas were bouncing around inside his stomach. Looking at Snow, he could not help imagining himself kissing countless fleas.
The Insect Race—these living beings made entirely of fleas—could actually become like this.
The rum he had just swallowed almost surged back up his throat. If not for his strong self-control, he would have vomited on the floor already.
That densely packed mass of fleas had nearly given him a fear of crowds.
Now he finally understood why they had given Snow a ceremonial robe. To deal with him, she needed a body. No wonder the two looked exactly alike.
Looking closely, not only were their clothes identical—even their skin tone, bust, height, and the width of their eyes were practically copied over.
But the other woman was better at dressing herself up, so she looked beautiful at a glance. Yet she lacked the Snow Clan's icy purity. It was merely the superficial beauty of a shell.
The Insect Race, the race that had entered the Void Expanse earliest, was clearly extremely unfamiliar with humans. They had probably never even properly interacted with humans.
Still, Li Ziran understood that Kazilan's manner was likely a form of respect toward him.
Kazilan was bending over, her delicate waist and round buttocks facing him. Under normal circumstances, Li Ziran would certainly have been full of vigor, but unfortunately, he could not stand the image of countless fleas writhing.
At last, Kazilan draped herself in a crimson ceremonial robe. A pearl necklace hung around her slender neck, her black hair was pinned up neatly with a hairpin, and her bright eyes flickered beneath the lights. A smile curled from the corners of her lips along her cheeks, revealing a row of neat, gleaming white