Shen Ru didn't want the Puppeteer's existence to drive a wedge between him and Mo Yu, so certain insignificant details hardly mattered in their conversation.
Telling him everything would not only affect their relationship but also interfere with their progress in the instance. Mo Yu might even destroy the instance in a fit of anger. Every potential danger lurked in the shadows.
There was really no need.
Shen Ru would resolve any friction between them himself. He didn't need to rely on Mo Yu all the time, and Mo Yu didn't need to be troubled by such trivial matters.
As though someone were deliberately stirring up trouble, the system's cold, mechanical voice rang out again:
"Repairing bug..." "Restarting the transport gateway." "Countdown: 5 seconds."
Only when the countdown began did their lips finally part.
Mo Yu slowly rubbed his thumb over Shen Ru's vivid red lips. His eyes held a smile, but his tone remained cool:
"I wonder whom we have to thank for getting the instance running again."
"What do you think, baby?"
Shen Ru chuckled, refusing to give an inch in the face of the man's subtle needling. He knew Mo Yu liked him this way. The man absolutely adored that mouth of his, sharp enough to leave anyone speechless.
Even the black-haired beauty's tongue was exquisitely shaped. As if deliberately provoking him, it swept over the spot the man had rubbed, and his lips parted:
"Who knows?"
"You're so clever, President Mo. Surely you know the answer."
The man's gaze darkened, and a soft, low chuckle drifted between them.
Soon, the countdown ended, and dizziness washed over them.
They were transported back to the original Photo Studio.
To their surprise, the previously silent Photo Studio had resumed normal business.
Bright lights had replaced the dim