Cutting Losses

"I never thought XXX would actually die..."

"Long live Hydra absolutely killed me."

"The effects during the full assembly were totally worth the ticket price."

At three in the morning, countless young men and women streamed out of the cinema. Only energetic young people could come see a premiere on a workday, then go home, sleep for less than four hours, and head to work—though quite a few of them did not need to work, such as Qiao Muyi and Ren Suo.

Yu Kuangtu had directly taken five days of leave to advance to the Fourth Cycle, so Qiao Muyi had been on duty for five consecutive days—now it was his turn to repay his leave debt with his body, and Qiao Muyi had finally gotten a short vacation.

As for Ren Suo and his bouncy work schedule, there was even less need to mention it.

Ever since he stopped distracting himself with short-lived pleasures like chatting in groups, browsing forums, watching short videos, game videos, tech videos, visiting unspeakable websites, and so on, he had instead focused on writing papers and researching how to increase emotional value. He had long since completed most of this month's papers, leaving only the technical work of building affection through arguments and discussions with Gu Yueyan.

After leaving the cinema, Ren Suo asked, "Did you drive here?"

"I did, but..." Qiao Muyi took two steps forward, then turned around and tilted her head at Ren Suo. Her foxlike eyes brimmed with ambiguous emotion. "What does that have to do with you?"

Tonight, Qiao Muyi wore a long beige lightweight coat over a white shirt that showed off her figure, along with high-waisted shorts, black stockings, and knee-high boots. Below her ample chest was a slender waist, and below that slender waist were long,