novelraw Chapter 550: Skin Boosted Combat Power
Chapter 550: Skin Boosted Combat Power
3:00 p.m.
Sunlight filtered through the clouds and onto the tree-lined paths of Yan City Normal University, the air faintly scented with osmanthus blossoms.
A crimson Aston Martin DB11 slowly drove through the school gates. Its luxurious and elegant curves drew plenty of attention from students.
The car came to a gentle stop in front of the Computer Science building.
A tall and sexy figure stepped out from inside.
She wore a cream-colored professional suit, her makeup was impeccable, and her long, slightly wavy hair draped casually over her shoulders. A sense of refined sharpness radiated from her.
Quite a few passing students instinctively held their breath—some stopped to watch, others whispered quietly.
Shen Yuyan casually shut the car door, stepped into her thin heels, and walked into the building with measured ease, completely unbothered by all the complex gazes.
In fact, this was the kind of “arena” she was most familiar with.
Back in the day, whenever she appeared on campus, she was always the center of attention.Just as she stepped through the building entrance—
“Ding-dong—” the WeChat notification sound rang out.
Shen Yuyan raised her hand and pulled her phone from her handbag.
[Big Silly Qing: “We’re watching a movie right now. Xiao Jing picked a horror flick—damn it, she booked two couple seats. She and Tang Song are sitting together, and I’m stuck with Lin Muxue!”]
[Big Silly Qing: “Later, you have to help me deal with them. They’re way out of line today!”]
[Big Silly Qing: (pouting emoji)]
Shen Yuyan stopped in her tracks, lightly furrowed her brow, and quickly replied: “That doesn’t add up. Based on Lin Muxue’s personality, how could she be so generous and let Xiao Jing sit with Tang Song?”
A moment later—
[Big Silly Qing: “You don’t know, Xiao Jing is super weird. Even Lin Muxue’s kind of scared of her. Xiao Jing said she wanted to sit in the couple seat with her, and Lin Muxue refused. Then she said she’d sit with me—I obviously said no. So then...”]
Reading that message, Shen Yuyan was momentarily speechless, full of question marks.
Why were Xu Qing and Lin Muxue acting so timid?
It’s just Xiao Jing—what’s there to be afraid of?
Back when she was in Imperial Capital, she had even lived with Xiao Jing.
Setting Tang Song aside, Shen Yuyan’s impression of Xiao Jing had always been quite good.
Born into a powerful family, outstanding in both looks and temperament, emotionally intelligent and smart—a textbook example of a high-quality rich second-gen.
Definitely someone she was happy to network with.
After a few reassuring words to Xu Qing, Shen Yuyan put her phone away and walked toward the elevator.
In her mind, she reviewed the background information of the person she was about to meet.
Jiang Yourong, 33 years old, Associate Professor in the Computer Science Department at Yan City Normal University. PhD in Computer Science from Imperial Capital University of Posts and Telecommunications. Solid academic foundation, had participated in tech company project evaluations, and had deep insights into cutting-edge technologies like AI and big data.
Worth noting—rumor has it she once worked at Smile Holdings, though her exact role was unknown.
All this information had been discreetly gathered by Shen Yuyan through friends beforehand.
Though not exhaustive, it gave her a clear framework for understanding the person she was about to face.
Her mission today was also very clear.
Yimai Tech was the company Jiang Yourong had helped connect with them. One of its founding team members, Shi Xuesong, was her PhD classmate.
Tang Song hoped to take this opportunity to invite Jiang Yourong to act as an advisor—to assist with the investment process and provide professional support during the due diligence phase and for future tech and industry resource integration.
In Shen Yuyan’s view, someone like Jiang Yourong—an expert with both academic and industry experience—was absolutely worth building a long-term connection with.
Shen Yuyan didn’t come from a tech background and lacked true industry credentials. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel[f]ire.net
This was a perfect opportunity to patch up her own shortcomings.
[Room 412, Jiang Yourong – Associate Professor]
Knock knock knock—
“Come in.” The voice was gentle and magnetic.
Shen Yuyan wore a polite and warm smile as she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
She immediately saw the woman walking out from behind the desk—
Mature and intellectual features, fair skin.
A black suit jacket, beige inner blouse, high-waisted brown slacks.
Slightly chubby, full curves.
Shen Yuyan quickly matched the image in her head—“Jiang Yourong.”
In short, this was a textbook mature beauty, carrying both intellect and sensuality.
“Hello, Professor Jiang. I’m Shen Yuyan, the one who spoke with you over the phone—Special Assistant to President Tang.”
Jiang Yourong’s gaze swept over her with a hint of curiosity. “Hello, Assistant Shen. Nice to meet you.”
They politely shook hands. After some small talk, they sat down on the couch in the guest area.
Shen Yuyan handed over a folder. “I’m here about Yimai Tech’s fundraising project. President Tang is hoping we can push forward with the due diligence process quickly. He specifically mentioned that you’ve done in-depth research on this company, and he hopes you can assist us with the diligence work in Hangzhou.”
“No problem, I can do that.” Jiang Yourong nodded with a smile. “But we’ll need to coordinate the travel schedule ahead of time—I’ve still got some school matters to handle.”
Shen Yuyan had already anticipated this; Tang Song had told her in advance.
What annoyed her a little was that Tang Song hadn’t come in person—he had sent his female assistant instead.
As she looked at Shen Yuyan across from her, Jiang Yourong felt a strange twinge of emotion.
“Understood. I’ll let you know the exact time next Monday,” Shen Yuyan said. “Just send me your personal info, and I’ll book the flight and hotel for you.”
Then the two of them began the formal discussion.
Shen Yuyan took out her tablet from her handbag and opened a detailed analysis report, her gaze calm and focused.
As she flipped through the data, she occasionally glanced up to observe Jiang Yourong’s reactions, trying to catch emotional shifts or points of interest.
The conversation lasted about an hour.
What started as slightly stiff soon warmed up as their interaction deepened—gradually becoming relaxed and pleasant.
With her high emotional intelligence, Shen Yuyan spoke appropriately and moved gracefully—neither too eager nor too distant.
She guided the conversation with finesse, offering the right responses at the right times, quickly earning Jiang Yourong’s trust and favor.
After sipping some tea, she smiled gently, her tone soft but curious: “Professor Jiang, I heard associate professors like yourself have strict quotas for horizontal research funding. What’s the requirement at your university?”
Jiang Yourong raised an eyebrow slightly and, after a brief pause, said, “There’s always a lot of pressure in STEM departments—especially computer science. For associate professors like me, the annual horizontal funding requirement is 700,000 yuan. Honestly, it’s not easy to meet.”
Shen Yuyan’s eyes flickered, nodding thoughtfully. “Seven hundred thousand… that’s definitely not a small amount.”
She paused, her tone sincere, “President Tang has always paid close attention to frontier tech investment opportunities—he values the practical application of university research very highly. And you, Professor Jiang, are exactly the kind of professional talent he deeply admires.”
After another short pause, her gaze turned earnest. “When I return, I’ll suggest to President Tang that we explore drafting a targeted commissioned research plan with your team. If it works out, not only will it help you meet your university’s target—it’ll also provide Yimai Tech with expert tech assessment.”
Jiang Yourong was briefly stunned, immediately catching the meaning—and felt her heart skip a beat.
There were things she couldn’t say directly to Tang Song, afraid he’d think she was too calculating or intentional.
Ultimately, the Tang Song she’d met in Imperial Capital had left a deep impression—someone she had long admired.
But if this came from his assistant, Tang Song wouldn’t reject it.
This really was a win-win.
Her gaze toward Shen Yuyan subtly shifted.
Just earlier, she had casually mentioned needing to visit a company next Tuesday to discuss horizontal research. She hadn’t expected Shen Yuyan to pick up on that—her most urgent need.
What a smart woman.
Jiang Yourong quietly praised her. She admitted—even back when she worked under Jin Meixiao, she hadn’t developed such sharp emotional intuition.
If only she had been more decisive back then, maybe she would’ve replaced Shangguan Qiuya and become Director Jin’s true “right-hand woman.”
She thought for a moment, then nodded lightly. “Then I’ll leave it to you, Assistant Shen.”
“You’re too kind—please, just call me Yuyan.” Shen Yuyan smiled, her eyes reflecting respect and warmth. “Honestly, I’ve always admired professors like you, and I’d really love to be friends.”
Jiang Yourong chuckled softly, her eyes curving. “Then I won’t stand on ceremony—Yuyan, you don’t need to call me ‘Professor Jiang’ either. Just call me Sister Yourong.”
“Got it, Sister Yourong!” Shen Yuyan said cheerfully, then asked smoothly, “Sister Yourong, I heard you used to work at Smile Holdings? Did you ever meet Director Jin?”
Jiang Yourong smiled, “Of course I did. It might sound unbelievable, but I even served as Director Jin’s assistant—mainly responsible for evaluating internet and tech projects.”
Hearing that, Shen Yuyan’s eyes widened in awe, lighting up like a spark—her whole face seemed to glow. “Really?! Can you tell me more about Director Jin? She’s my idol!”
Her admiration for Jin Meixiao was genuine, going all the way back to her time at Sky School.
She never expected Jiang Yourong had once been Director Jin’s assistant—what an incredible surprise.
Jiang Yourong was also touched by her enthusiasm. What had started as casual conversation now stirred up emotions she hadn’t felt in years.
A glimmer of nostalgia flashed in her eyes, and her voice softened. “That was truly a special time.”
As she began recounting her experiences, Shen Yuyan leaned in unconsciously, her gaze growing more intense.
The Jin Meixiao that Jiang described wasn’t the mysterious figure from the media or the fragmented online rumors—but the real woman who stood in meeting rooms, offices, and project sites.
Cool and graceful, with a magnetic presence.
Calm, rational, powerful—nearly flawless.
A born leader—brilliant and extraordinarily capable.
Listening to this, Shen Yuyan felt her blood boil, her heart pounding—as if she had just downed ten bowls of soul-soothing chicken soup.
“Sister Yourong,” she finally blurted out, voice tinged with emotion, “why did you leave? Being Director Jin’s assistant—that’s a dream job for so many people!”
She lowered her head, patted her plump and soft thigh, smiled bitterly, and shook her head. “Mainly the pressure—it was too much. I was too young then and didn’t want to endure hardship.”
She paused, her eyes drifting, “And… another reason. Around April 2017, Director Jin started to change. She’d lose her temper a lot. I quit on impulse and went back to pursue my PhD.
Funny thing is, during that time before I left, Director Jin was constantly listening to Su Yu’s songs.
Time flies. Over six years have passed—one became the world’s richest woman, and the other, a mega pop star…”
5 p.m., the sky gradually dimmed, and magnificent sunset clouds filled the sky outside the window.
Their conversation was coming to an end. Jiang Yourong stood up to see Shen Yuyan off, her voice tinged with reluctance. “I really enjoyed our talk today. Thank you for coming all this way.”
“I should be the one thanking you, Sister Yourong.” Shen Yuyan smiled. “I gained a lot today. Once I get back, I’ll sort out the materials and contact President Tang to move the cooperation forward.”
The two walked out of the teaching building chatting and laughing, taking the elevator down together.
Just as they stepped out of the building—
A crisp voice called from nearby, “Professor Jiang!”
Shen Yuyan turned and saw a bright-looking girl in simple clothing walking over. She wore a high ponytail and carried a black backpack.
She radiated youthful energy but seemed a little shy.
“Lele.” Jiang Yourong smiled and patted her shoulder gently. “Perfect timing. I was just about to talk to you. Wait a moment.”
“Okay.” Qian Lele nodded earnestly.
Shen Yuyan glanced between the two and waved. “Sister Yourong, I’ll be off then. Bye-bye, let’s keep in touch.”
“Bye-bye. Take care on the road.”
Jiang Yourong gave a gentle wave and watched as Shen Yuyan walked over to the crimson Aston Martin DB11, gracefully slid into the driver’s seat, and started the car. It drove off smoothly and disappeared from view.
Once the car was gone, Jiang Yourong turned toward Qian Lele beside her.
“I should be receiving a pretty sizable research fund soon. I plan to expand the team a bit—thinking of hiring an undergrad as a part-time research assistant. Want to give it a try?”
“Huh?” Qian Lele was caught off guard. “Professor Jiang... I’m already doing part-time development at Shimmer Coffee. I’m afraid I won’t have much time...”
“No worries.” Jiang Yourong waved her hand casually. “It’s just part-time. No need to be present on-site. We’ll pay hourly or by task. You won’t make a fortune, but one or two thousand yuan a month is doable.”
She paused, then added, “And there are three graduate student seniors on the team. You can learn while doing, which will help you with grad school or job hunting later.”
Qian Lele bit her lip, a flicker of hesitation and gratitude in her eyes, then quietly said, “Thank you, Professor Jiang! I’ll work hard!”
She wasn’t one to be sentimental—and she was very smart.
She could tell Professor Jiang was looking out for her.
Since she had the ability, and it meant more income and experience, she didn’t hesitate further.
“Go for it!” Jiang Yourong patted her shoulder and was about to say more encouraging words—
Ring ring ring— suddenly, her phone rang.
She pulled it out and glanced at the screen. It was an unfamiliar number from the Imperial Capital.
She picked up. “Hello?”
A calm, steady voice came through the receiver. “Hello, Professor Jiang. This is Shangguan Qiuya from Smile Holdings. Do you remember me?”
Jiang Yourong’s pupils contracted sharply, and her heart started pounding.
...
8:00 p.m.
“Bye, Tang Song, Xiao Jing, Qingqing.” Xiaoxue sat in the Porsche 911 and waved to the three of them.
“Bye.”
“Drive safe.”
“Bye~ Let’s go lingerie shopping next time!”
Vroooom— the engine roared as the Porsche 911 accelerated and drove off.
Xiao Jing: (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ (smug satisfaction)
Xiao Qing: (；－_－) (exhausted but at peace)
Tang Song: (￣～￣) (stretches in bliss)
Soon after, Tang Song and his two girlfriends got into the Mercedes-Benz S450L.
Without hesitation, Xiao Jing claimed the passenger seat.
Xu Qing obediently slid into the backseat, clutching her stuffed-full tote bag—
A bit excited, truth be told.
After the movie, Tang Song had taken them shopping.
All those gold accessories she’d been eyeing earlier? She’d quietly stuffed them into her bag.
The car merged onto the city’s main road. Neon lights from the night painted dazzling colors across the windows, casting a warm and ambiguous glow inside the cabin.
Xu Qing was bent over, checking her haul in her bag—
When a low hum came from the front seat.
She looked up—and instantly froze.
Up front, Tang Song was holding Xiao Jing’s thigh, his fingertips slowly tracing her smooth skin.
In the dark, that fair, slender hand looked especially tempting under the soft amber glow.
She couldn’t help but recall the scenes in the KTV booth. Her heart sped up involuntarily, and her legs pressed together slightly.
That b*stard Songzi—he’s gone too far!
Just wait till she gets back—he’s getting ruthlessly punished in the next novel chapter!
About twenty minutes later, the car slowly stopped at the entrance of Yanjing Huating Residential Complex.
Xiao Jing turned to the man beside her, gently smoothing the hair by her temples, her voice sweet and soft. “Brother Tang Song, I’m going home now. I had such a wonderful time today. I really hope we’ll have more dates like this.”
Xu Qing: (；．．) (trying to process but failing)
“Text me when you get home.” Tang Song said, then leaned forward and kissed the elegant white-rich-beauty’s lips—gently savoring them.
Xiao Jing let out a soft, lovely hum, her gaze dreamy and content.
To her, this moment was like her “MVP Result Screen.”
The first official meet-up with Tang Song’s other women—crushed them completely.
Hmph, she really did have that Empress vibe.
And Tang Song’s performance today? Very satisfactory. Especially the part where he got cold and mysterious—it was just like Sebastian from Black Butler.
Demonic, composed, full of dominance.
That natural charisma struck right at the core of her deepest fetishes!
After a little more cuddling, Xiao Jing said goodbye again and stepped out of the car, walking into Yanjing Huating’s gate.
As her figure disappeared into the night, a crisp system notification rang in Tang Song’s ear:
“Ding! Congratulations, player. Special mission [A Gentleman's Self-Cultivation] has been completed.”
“You’ve received the reward: [Endurance +40].”
“Magic Umbrella has sensed the joy of the silly girls. At the same time, it’s disappointed in your warmboy performance at the battlefield of romance. Not nearly as fun as Xiao Jing, Xiao Qing, or Xiao Xue.”
“You’ve received a bonus penalty: [Endurance -10].”
(Endurance: 30/40)
Tang Song: (··) ?
WTF? Negative bonuses?
Magic Umbrella, get the h*ll out here!
Seeing him sitting there dazed, Xu Qing asked softly, “Tang Song... what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Tang Song snapped back to reality and turned to her, gaze burning. “Let’s go.”
Xu Qing gasped softly, quickly turning her head to look out the window. “Um... do you need me to navigate? Or should I get out here and grab a taxi back to Beicheng Garden?”
“We’re not going to Beicheng Garden tonight.”
“Huh? Then... where?” Xu Qing’s heart began racing. She realized what this meant.
“To my place!” Tang Song said, shifted into D gear, and hit the accelerator.
The Mercedes S450L turned smoothly and entered the underground garage of Yanjing Tiancheng.
They got out, took the elevator to the 20th floor.
“Ding—click—”
The heavy armored door opened, revealing a luxurious large condo.
Xu Qing, still clutching her tote bag, her twin ponytails drooping, looked just like a first-time shy girl escort.
She slipped on the house slippers and followed Tang Song through the spacious, well-lit living room, into the master bedroom.
Slowly, she began to relax...
Standing in the center of the bedroom, she gazed at the dazzling city lights outside the window.
Scenes from her novel’s "City A" flashed through her mind—especially the male lead’s luxurious yet tasteful room.
Then she looked at Tang Song beside her, with his high nose bridge, thin lips, and refined, handsome features. Her eyes instantly sparkled.
In a second, she fully immersed herself in the role of the female lead, Xu Yanqing.
“I want fruit. The best kind. Go make me a fruit plate. And today’s been exhausting—draw me a bath with rose petals. I want a proper soak later.”
Xu Yanqing lazily lifted her hand with a faintly commanding tone, giving her male lead instructions to serve her.
Smack~~ Her little butt trembled slightly.
“Ow!” Xu Qing cried out, covering her backside with wide eyes. “Why’d you hit me? That hurt!”
Tang Song leaned in, pulling her waist close with a grin curling at his lips.
Their eyes met. Xu Qing stared blankly at the man before her.
In his starlit gaze, she saw “three parts indifference, three parts mockery, and four parts nonchalance.”
Tang Song used his other hand to pinch her chin, his voice cold and commanding: “Little maid, the cosplay outfit you wore last time at the hotel is still here. Go change into it. Then make me a fruit plate and get my bath ready.”
Xu Qing trembled all over and averted her eyes. “No way! I’m not playing dress-up! And you were bullying me with Xiao Jing earlier—forget it!”
Tang Song’s grip tightened slightly. “I had a gift prepared for you, but I guess I won’t bother giving it now. Maybe I’ll give it to someone else instead.”
“Oh? What gift?” Xu Qing immediately perked up, her dark eyes locking onto him.
“A signed photo from Su Yu, with a personal message. I asked for it when I went to Modu.”
“AAAAAH!!!” Xu Qing shrieked, her twin ponytails whipping wildly. Her voice nearly pierced the ceiling. “I want it! That’s mine! You absolutely can’t give it to anyone else!!”
She instantly entered “battle mode,” clinging to Tang Song like a fluff-tailed kitten, her eyes blazing with fierce resolve.
This was no joke!
A signed photo from Su Yu—with a message, no less—was priceless to a self-proclaimed “little Su Yu of the cosplay world,” a diehard fangirl since her college days.
She knew Songzi’s style—when he said he got something, he meant it.
Like that Qixi Festival gift box—it had practically knocked her out.
Thinking of that, her eyes spun rapidly, switching instantly into “obedient maid mode.” “Master~ please give it to me~ pretty please~”
Tang Song raised an eyebrow, gripping her twin ponytails. “Then let’s see how you perform. Come on, I’ll take you to get dressed.”
“Yes, Master!” Xu Qing nodded vigorously, melting into total submission.
Tang Song couldn’t help but think—if only Annie were this easy to win over.
In the walk-in closet, he opened a hidden compartment and took out a maid outfit.
Last time at the Lanfeng International presidential suite, Xu Qing had brought a whole suitcase of outfits. She left a few behind, including his favorite: the maid costume.
“Wait for me. I’m going to shower, brush my teeth, and then slice your fruit plate.” Xu Qing blushed and hurried into the bathroom.
She really had shopped until she dropped today, and all the tension along the way had made her sweat—sticky and uncomfortable. She had to freshen up.
Back in the bedroom—
Tang Song walked over to the office corner, pulled The Fifth Discipline off the shelf, and flipped through a few pages.
But he couldn’t calm down.
Today had been an unprecedented experience even for him. His heart was still racing a bit.
He had a sudden thought.
He picked up his phone, opened Q, and switched to his alternate account.
It was Saturday—maybe Zhang Yan had messaged him again.
For some reason, checking her messages had become a sort of habit.
Once the message list loaded, as expected, a new message popped up.
Sent around 11 p.m. last night.
[Zhang Yan:]
“Tonight was our department’s team-building dinner. Everyone drank a little. I didn’t want to, but the atmosphere made it hard to say no.
Didn’t expect my alcohol tolerance to be this low—still a bit dizzy. Sorry if I start rambling.
Lulu took me home and ended up staying over because she was worried about me being alone.
We opened the window. The night breeze came in—just slightly cool. We talked a lot.
She said she’s saved up 110,000 yuan and plans to buy a small home back in her hometown by year’s end. Her parents will pitch in too.
Honestly, I felt kind of envious.
Since I was little, my biggest dream has been to own a place of my own. Somewhere I wouldn't have to worry about being kicked out.
Even if it’s tiny—even just a corner—once the door closes, it’s my world. A place that truly belongs to me.
But I only have less than 20,000 saved. And I still have to buy cat food and canned meals for Orange. That furball eats better than I do (lol).
You know, I graduated with a degree in Chinese Literature. Used to work as a teacher at a training center...
I don’t really like my current job as a copy editor, but at least it lets me stay connected to writing. I suppose that’s some kind of comfort.
Huh? I ended up saying so much. Maybe I’m still a little tipsy. My head’s a bit fuzzy. Just typing whatever comes to mind—I hope I’m not bothering you.”
Tang Song quietly read through the message, his gaze softening.
It was long, filled with details and sincerity, exuding a kind of familiarity he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Not deliberate closeness—but gentle words hidden deep in the folds of memory.
It felt like he had an old friend, living in Yang City, going about her life.
He learned a lot too—her major, her past jobs.
He reread it several times.
Then he put the phone down and picked up his book again, flipping to the page where he left off.
Outside the window, night blanketed the city like ink.
After a long while, soft footsteps broke the silence.
Tang Song looked up—and saw Xu Qing walking out lightly, holding a fruit plate, dressed and ready.
The white apron was tied delicately around her waist, lace along the chest accentuating a modest but perfectly shaped bust.
The skirt hem fell right at mid-thigh, showing off her long, smooth legs.
White over-the-knee socks hugged her curves, the top trimmed with little butterfly bows that swayed with every step—radiating both sexiness and girlish charm.
“Master, I’ve prepared the fruit plate. Please enjoy.”
She gently placed it on the table—banana, strawberry, blueberry, and dragon fruit neatly sliced, garnished with mint leaves, alongside a small bottle of chilled lemon water.
Tang Song’s lips curled slightly, his gaze roaming over her. “Not bad. Nicely done.”
Xu Qing blushed, peeked at him, then quickly lowered her head. Her voice was soft and sweet, “Thank you for the compliment, Master.”
“Come here.” Tang Song extended his hand, motioning for her to approach.
Xu Qing obediently walked over and knelt on the floor mat beside him, resting on her hands—a picture of submissive charm with a hint of bashfulness.
The warm lighting cast a soft glow over her lowered lashes and demure figure, like a tame kitten.
“Does Master need any other service?”
No wonder she was a veteran coser—a little Su Yu. Her character immersion lit a fire in Tang Song’s veins.
Seeing his expression, Xu Qing’s dark eyes sparkled, her lips curving into a smug little smile.
Hmph! With this skin equipped, my combat power is +100!
Xiao Jing, Xiao Xue? Like chopping veggies!
Just as she was basking in her inner victory—
Tang Song suddenly pulled her close.
“Ah!” The little maid gasped, practically falling into his lap, her soft body draped over his legs. Her cheeks flushed, breath quickened, eyes filled with flustered excitement.
One of Tang Song’s hands gently stroked her nape, while the other picked up a banana and held it near her lips.
“Open.”
“Emm...”
Xu Qing blinked, hesitated a moment, then took a bite. The sweet taste made her eyes squint in delight.
“Is it good?”
“Mmm... Thank you, Master.”