Familiar Sentence Structure

After taking Bai Heng's windbreaker off, Ruan Mei used her tactile method to open her senses.

From his cheeks to his chin, down to his Adonis belt, she gently touched him with her soft, fair hands.

If her expression hadn't remained as calm as ever, Bai Heng might have reasonably suspected that Ruan Mei was using the guise of a physical examination to take advantage of him.

But even if she was taking advantage of him, Bai Heng didn't seem to be at a loss, right?

After the routine examination was complete, Bai Heng noticed a subtle change in Ruan Mei's expression.

"What's wrong?" Bai Heng asked.

Ruan Mei gently placed her hand on Bai Heng's chest, her clear, cold voice tinged with confusion.

"You seem to have accumulated many partially healed hidden injuries, and your constitution has also improved somewhat."

"That." Although Bai Heng was a little surprised that Ruan Mei could completely discern the changes in his body with just a touch, he replied naturally, "During my time on the Xianzhou, I studied swordsmanship for a while under the guidance of a swordsmanship master. Those injuries were sustained during training."

"I see," Ruan Mei said, raising her delicate, pretty face.

"Would you mind telling me about your experiences on the Xianzhou during this time? I'm very curious."

Hearing Ruan Mei's words and seeing the curiosity mixed with calmness in her eyes, Bai Heng's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"...A Ruan, I'm a little tired right now. How about I tell you later?"

Before Bai Heng could fabricate an experience that wouldn't reveal any flaws, he naturally wouldn't proactively mention the Xianzhou's affairs.

When Bai Heng said he was a little tired, Ruan Mei placed her soft little hand on his forehead, her tone gentle.

"You've been traveling all this way, you must be tired. Let's have some tea and snacks first. You can stay here tonight and tell me your stories slowly, just like when we were little, okay?"

"..." Bai Heng looked at her watery almond eyes and finally gave up struggling.

He nodded slowly and said, "Okay."

For some reason, Bai Heng felt that.

When he was with Ruan Mei, he always had the illusion of being easily manipulated by a beautiful older woman, and willingly so.

He followed Ruan Mei to sit by the French window.

Bai Heng took out the pastries he had bought one by one and placed them on a wooden table.

Outside the window, the rain and fog were misty, and from a hundred meters above the ground, you could easily overlook the dazzling lights of this neon city.

At this moment, Ruan Mei lightly pinched and took out a chip-like cassette.

Bai Heng recognized this thing and said, "Aetherium Chip?"

"Yes, this chip was given to me by the organizers of the hotel's event, and it also came with a code formula table," Ruan Mei said calmly.

In Punklorde, hackers use chips called Aetherium Chips to realize aether editing technology, which is used to modify reality.

Even ordinary people, as long as they have a code formula table, can use the Aetherium Chip to freely edit reality like a game.

Just like now, Ruan Mei edited through the Aetherium Chip according to the heating code marked on the formula table.

After she entered the entire code, those exquisite and small pastries were instantly heated.

Of course, for top hackers, they have their own unique source code and don't need to use these formulas at all.

"Hibiscus, Qu Ren, maple syrup, egg yolk... It has a unique taste." Ruan Mei tasted a piece of pastry and could tell its ingredients through her lips and teeth.

Bai Heng also took a piece of hibiscus and egg yolk cake, took a bite, and said, "This hibiscus and egg yolk cake was bought from a pastry shop called Maple Cake House. The owner of the shop planted a maple forest in his backyard and makes some maple syrup every year as the raw material for the pastries in the shop. Therefore, the pastries here are sweeter than those in other shops."

Ruan Mei tasted the pastries in front of her, and Bai Heng explained them to her one by one.

His identity was still Ruan Mei's assistant, just like 600 years ago.

The only difference was that the two of them had already broken through that layer of window paper.

Time passed quietly at the boundary between day and night in Punklorde, and night fell in the blink of an eye.

However, the night scene of Punklorde made the neon lights even more chaotic.

Bai Heng pulled the gray curtains of the French window.

Ruan Mei sat on the snow-white velvet bed. She had just finished bathing and was wearing a disposable white nightgown. Her dark hair, which had not yet been completely dried, fell on her delicate collarbone. Her snow-white skin was tinged with pink, and her exquisite and beautiful face was as cold as ever.

Her slender and round jade legs, even under the cover of the nightgown, still showed a graceful curve, and under the nightgown, her slender and fair ankles had a strange allure.

After a long silence, Ruan Mei finally asked, "Why... are you staring at my feet?"

"Uh, an illusion." Bai Heng calmly avoided her gaze.

The last time at the Herta Space Station, Ruan Mei learned that for Bai Heng, stepping on his feet was also a kind of "reward."

She tried to analyze the essence of this emotion and understand the cause, but she has not yet obtained any results.

But the conclusion wouldn't change, after all.

Ruan Mei gently stroked her long hair, pursed her lips slightly, and said softly:

"Let's begin."

"Okay."

As soon as he said that, Bai Heng grabbed a thick quilt, wrapped himself up tightly, then leaped up like a god of war, bouncing to the other side of the goose-down bed.

Ruan Mei didn't react for a moment. She looked at Bai Heng, who only had his head showing, and said in a daze:

"There's already a quilt on the bed."

"I'm cold," Bai Heng casually lied.

Looking at the scene before her, a faint smile appeared on Ruan Mei's face:

"It's just telling a story, are you so afraid of me getting handsy?"

When he heard this, Bai Heng's first reaction was:

Afraid? Of course, I'm afraid. With your ability to open perception through touch, if we get handsy, the story I made up tonight will definitely leak.

Bai Heng wasn't Liu Xiahui; he naturally couldn't remain unmoved with a beauty in his arms, but at this critical moment, he could still make a clear judgment.

And his second reaction was:

Wait... why does this sentence feel so familiar?

The bread is just: Don't~ break~ again, don't~ wither~ all day long.

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