Travel · Magic City Arc (Twenty-Eight): What Are You Doing?

And so, with everyone's concerted efforts, the concert came to a successful close.

As for the Solaris girls' outstanding performance at the concert, which completely dominated social media platforms in the following days, and so on, that's no longer their concern at this moment.

An hour later, inside Carlotta's villa.

"Cheers!" Everyone raised their glasses and clinked them against the wall.

After the concert, Xiao Ling and her group naturally held a party to celebrate the success of the event.

Of course, the party members weren't just those who performed on stage, but also--

"Sister Qingxiao, why didn't you tell us you were coming to the concert?" Xiao Ling complained helplessly. "You gave us quite a fright when you suddenly appeared backstage."

"I thought you would like this surprise, my disciple," Qingxiao said with a smile. "By the way, I recorded your performance. I didn't expect that even in this peaceful and tranquil place, your skills haven't declined at all. I'm very pleased."

Xiao Ling: Just kidding, do you even know what the "Golden-Eyed Stranger Sword Art" is?!

Here's what happened: After the performance, Qingxiao and the others in the audience followed Yang Sui's instructions to go backstage to greet them.

Then, when Xiao Ling and his group came out of the backstage, they saw their aloof master holding a small flower and waiting for their victorious return at the door, with a group of familiar faces beside him.

Upon seeing acquaintances arrive, Xiao Ling exchanged pleasantries with them and took the opportunity to reprimand the two sisters for not reporting what they knew.

As for how he was disciplined, that's none of your business.

In short, all who come are guests. Since Qingxiao and her group have come, there is no reason not to entertain them. Fortunately, Carlotta doesn't mind that the party has a few unexpected guests who were not on the invitation list.

So here we are: Xiao Ling was unanimously chosen by the women to sit in the head seat, while the girls sat on either side of the long table and began to enjoy the delicious food of the party.

Originally, Carlotta planned to have the best chef prepare a table of authentic cuisine, but not long after returning to the villa, Xiao Ling led several young female chefs from Solaris into the kitchen. And sure enough, they made good progress, and soon one dish after another was brought from the kitchen to the dining table.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was quite harmonious, with everyone enjoying delicious food and drinks while still reminiscing about the lively atmosphere of the concert.

"Oh, right." Zhezhi was halfway through her meal, suddenly remembered something and took something out of her backpack. "This is what I drew at the concert just now. I hope you all like it, and I'm very grateful to you for giving us such a wonderful performance."

"Huh? What is that? Let me see!" Little Ai's curiosity was bursting, and she quickly got up from her seat and went towards the direction where the Zhezhi was.

Then she saw what Zhezhi was holding—a painting.

The first thing Aemeath saw was the painting at the very top, which depicted her as the lead singer performing "The Stellar Torch Never Extinguishes" on stage. Both her appearance and the faces behind her, each with its own unique expression and full of emotion, were rendered with lifelike detail.

"It's so beautiful!" Aemeath, not holding back her praise. "Can I really have this?!"

"Of course, Miss Aemeath, this gift was made for you." Zhezhi nodded. "If you want it, please take it; there's no need to be so polite."

"Oh, thank you!" Aemeath hugged Zhezhi and rubbed her cheeks against hers twice. "I love this gift!"

"Um... I accept your feelings... but... but..."

Zhezhi is essentially a very pure i person. She is usually introverted, so being treated so warmly by people she doesn't know well makes her feel uncomfortable.

"Little Ai, you're being too enthusiastic," Yangyang gently advised. "Zhezhi... isn't very good at interacting with people; you might scare her away."

"I see?" Aemeath maintained a necessary social distance from Zhezhi. "Sorry, I didn't know you were a person."

"No... it's okay, I can tell you're happy." Zhezhi gave a shy smile. "There are some other paintings of mine here; feel free to come and get them if you'd like."

"Really? Then I won't be polite!"

Lupa happily wagged her wolf tail and ran over. After rummaging through the pile of paintings, she found her own portrait. It depicted her heroic figure on stage, looking as if the scene had been copied onto the paper.

"Oh, thank you! I love this gift!" Lupa bowed deeply to the Zhezhi, holding the painting.

With Lupa taking the lead, the other girls followed suit, one after another, to Zhezhi to receive their own paintings.

It has to be said that Zhezhi truly lives up to her reputation as a young painter; the works she creates are incredibly lifelike. Xiao Ling even has reason to suspect that the painting might conjure up a secret passage, allowing everyone present to return to that stage and experience the atmosphere of the event.

He smiled contentedly as he watched the crowd admiring his origami artwork, and then took another sip of fruit wine.

But isn't this liquor a bit too strong? Why do I feel so hot and bothered after drinking it?

Xiao Ling could only attribute it to the fact that he rarely drank alcohol; after all, the wine was provided by Carlotta, and she wouldn't possibly harm him, would she?

Meanwhile, Miss Cantarella, who was admiring the painting of Zhezhi, caught a glimpse of Hajiling's radiant face out of the corner of her eye, and a knowing smile crept onto her lips.

(Yes, Little Potato won't hurt you, but Big Jellyfish might.)

late at night.

After taking a quick shower, Xiao Ling collapsed into bed.

"Ha... I guess alcohol really isn't for me..."

As the saying goes, wine is good, but one should not overindulge. Xiao Ling hadn't drunk much, yet he felt even more intoxicated than usual.

I glanced at the time; it was 12:30 AM. A private plane from Imperial Capital would be picking them up from the airport tomorrow morning.

"Never mind, I should go to sleep early. I have to get up early tomorrow."

Having made up her mind, Xiao Ling immediately fell asleep, completely forgetting about charging her phone.

But will everything really be so peaceful and uneventful?

Not long after Hajiling fell asleep, a strange fragrance filled the room.

At the same time, Xiao Ling felt increasingly hot, making him wonder if he had turned the air conditioner too high.

Until, in his dazed state, he saw a beautiful woman pinning him down.

Not honored!!

"Sister Kan, what are you doing?!" Hajiling suddenly felt very dangerous, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"Aren't you just asking the obvious?" Cantarella said with a charming smile. "Don't worry, it's just a dream, it'll be over soon."

Are you fucking having a legitimate dream?!

"Come on, be good, let me take a good look at you!"

"No, Sister Kan, no!"