"When did you get here?" Xia Mi blinked, trying to change the subject.
"Just arrived—" Amon sat down leisurely across from her, casually picked up a clean cup from the table, and poured himself some lemonade. "Absolutely didn't see you and someone else—well, kissing and cuddling or anything."
He took a sip, his voice drifting over faintly. "Sis, I remember you said you were just carrying plates and helping out here. But looking at this—looks like you've got someone else carrying plates for you—"
Xia Mi unconsciously scratched her cheek and gave an awkward smile. "Well—I saw that they had enough servers, so—I temporarily decided to switch identities and be a customer, you know, support the manager's business—"
"So you ordered yourself a host?" Amon set down his cup, his expression unreadable behind his lenses.
"That was Senior Brother Chu! Not some random wild man!" Xia Mi immediately defended herself, her voice rising despite herself.
Amon sighed. "Isn't that even more dangerous? What did I tell you? Guard against fire, guard against thieves, guard against senior brothers. Especially Chu Zihang's type—stone-faced, engineering mindset, used to crushing all emotional impulses with rational logic—however you look at it, he doesn't seem like someone who understands romance or is worth entrusting your life to, sis."
"Oh, brother! You've got it all wrong! We're just—we're just ordinary fellow disciples! Anyway, that's enough about this. You're not allowed to bring it up again!"
Xia Mi vigorously drew a large X in front of her chest with both hands. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, whether from lingering alcohol or something else. "Your little sister is smart and knows her limits, so don't worry!"
"Fine, fine, I won't mention it." Amon shrugged and raised his hands in surrender.
While the two spoke in low voices, Kazama Ruri,