In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

After clicking "Send," Felicia tilted her head slightly, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Her silky eyes, with a strand of silver hair draped over the screen, seemed to be expecting something, or perhaps reminiscing.

After waiting for a long time, the other party didn't reply at all.

Felicia frowned slightly, pursed her lips, and then sent another message—【Don't play dead.】

What's up?

Seeing that the other end had finally replied, Felicia's brows relaxed unconsciously—[Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong? Fine, hurry up, guess where I am? There's a reward for guessing correctly~]

You wouldn't guess.

"Ha, men~" Felicia sneered coldly—[I don't believe your superhuman eyesight can't see it.]

I've become a little nearsighted lately.

"..."

Felicia paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, "Naughty boy~"

As soon as she finished speaking, Felicia slowly stood up at the edge of the rooftop and faced the rooftop staircase not far away.

At that moment, it seemed as if there was an abyss behind her, but Felicia simply fell backward with a calm expression.

The rustling waves stirred her silver hair, and Felicia showed no panic as she watched the rooftop rise higher and higher.

As time went by, she got closer and closer to the hard concrete ground.

Just as she was certain, a platinum-gold figure caught her steadily just as she was about to crash to the ground.

Wayne ignored the gasps of the passersby and silently carried Felicia back to the rooftop—he had just managed to get Susan and Gwen to sleep not long ago, couldn't he just lie there doing nothing?

However, when Wayne's feet touched the rooftop, the troublesome person in his arms refused to get down.

Wayne frowned slightly, sensing the other person's inappropriate actions. "Miss, I'm reporting you for harassment."

"Tch, isn't your great figure just there to be touched?"

Her alluring face rested against Wayne's shoulder and neck, her breathing slightly rapid. A beautiful smile bloomed on her flushed, intoxicated cheeks. "Fine, I'll let you touch me back, okay?"

Wayne casually tossed Felicia to the ground, but she was too agile and easily regained her footing.

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore."

Seeing Wayne turn to leave, Felicia, somewhat deflated, changed her teasing tone and said, "Come on, I'll take you to relax."

Wayne turned around, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "I can't avoid going to those shady places."

"My home is proper enough, isn't it?"

"It feels more dangerous now."

"You're overthinking it. I'm not the younger type."

Felicia clung to Wayne without any apparent hesitation, staring at him as if completely unaware of anything amiss. "What are you standing there for? Let's take off."

Wayne silently carried Felicia as they flew at a low altitude of a few hundred meters, heading in the direction Felicia pointed.

Soon Wayne landed on the balcony of a penthouse suite in a high-end apartment building in Manhattan.

Wayne glanced instinctively at the private swimming pool next to him.

"I don't usually like sharing my things with others, but it's okay if it's you~ But I don't have men's swim trunks here, and you can't wear a swimsuit in the water, so..."

A voice like that of a little devil reached his ears, and Wayne simply looked away and rolled his eyes at her. If it weren't for his super hearing proving that Felicia wasn't lying when she said "she's not younger than him," he would have run away long ago.

Felicia didn't care about Wayne's reaction; she simply opened the bulletproof French window and led him inside.

An open-plan luxury living room, complete with high-end smart voice-controlled furniture, a professional-grade kitchen, a small fitness area, and a minimalist-style bar... However, to Wayne's surprise, he glanced around and didn't see any famous paintings or jewelry.

Felicia saw through his thoughts, and her expression turned somewhat displeased. "What's wrong? Do I have to steal something for you to be satisfied?"

She was originally a rich heiress, and her theft as a black cat was merely to inherit her father, the spirit cat's mantle... Of course, she was indeed somewhat fascinated by the feeling of being a black cat.

However, she has been much more restrained lately because she was worried about what Wayne might think, partly because she has been busy with other things.

Wayne shook his head. "Sorry."

Felicia looked at Wayne with some surprise, then her smile returned to its gentle form.

"Would you like a drink?"

Felicia walked briskly to the bar, took down a bottle of her treasured wine and two empty wine glasses.

Wayne pulled over a high chair. "Anything's fine."

In fact, Johnny had gotten a few bottles of good wine and shared them with Wayne before, but for Wayne, who was neither drunk nor prone to escaping reality, even the finest liquor was no different from water, so he treated it like drinking water.

Wayne took the glass of wine from Felicia, and he could clearly feel her scratching his palm like a cat's claws.

However, trusting his super hearing, Wayne assumed Felicia was just playing around.

Wayne picked up the wine glass and gently swirled it, watching the deep red liquid sway slightly, a hint of curiosity rising in his heart.

Although he had never experienced it, he knew that many people drink to pursue that feeling of intoxication, or to escape the bitterness of reality, or simply because they like that feeling.

So he was a little curious.