I found a belt in the Honkai Impact 3rd world.

Although she managed to equalize the score once later, she was still slightly outmatched. Kiana, splashing in the water, was filled with unease and indecision. She certainly wouldn't ignore Mo Mo's deeper meaning. But wasn't this rapid progress a bit too illogical? One-two-two, now it seemed like only home plate remained.

Should we do it? Should we really do it? Since we've already confessed our feelings to each other, we're undoubtedly boyfriend and girlfriend, right? It's perfectly normal for us to be unable to suppress our inner impulses and accidentally cross that line, becoming like Adam and Eve who ate the forbidden fruit, isn't it? As the saying goes, one should strike while the iron is hot, but the second time will be weaker and the third time will be exhausted. We should seize this great opportunity to break through the enemy's defenses and plant the flag of victory on the highest hillside.

Kiana clenched her fist and shut off the water valve.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and hastily wiped the remaining liquid off my body. Then, as if going into battle, I put on my pajamas, my eyes gleaming—and instantly froze on the spot.

"Your Majesty, you should go wash up." Bella, who was helping with the dishes in the kitchen, poked her head out and said to Celine, who was sprawled on the living room sofa pressing the controller. "7"

"I know." Xilin replied casually, straightened up, yawned, put down the controller, and muttered to herself, "That guy should be done showering by now, right?" Carrying a change of clothes, she came to the bathroom door again. Xilin looked at her still tightly closed eyes and twitched slightly.

Although Celine was well aware that bumping into someone while bathing was also a risky act, the complete lack of response was rather strange.

"Yana." Sirin knocked on the door again. "Are you in there? There was no answer."

Xilin's eyes narrowed, realizing that things were not so simple.

Although her relationship with Kiana was somewhat delicate, from Mo Mo's perspective, she certainly didn't want Kiana to have any unexpected thoughts. Once the idea was clear, Sirin didn't hesitate at all, even skipping the step of opening the door, and instead opened another "door" on top of the door, walking in openly.

In the space that could be scanned at a glance, Xishan did not see Kiana's figure, only the used bath towel and the clothes that had been changed hanging on the side.

All the clues at the scene pointed to this obvious fact! Without hesitation, Xilin jumped out of the spatial rift behind her and ran towards Mo Mo's room, wanting to tell everyone about this bizarre event as soon as possible.

After navigating several bends, Xilin finally approached Mo Mo's room and eagerly called out. She had barely uttered a single word when she noticed the guy she had labeled a "follower" was now lurking furtively behind Mo Mo's door, watching...

Caught up in the atmosphere, Sirin also pursed her lips, even slowing her footsteps. She tiptoed to Kiana's side, looking at her with a suspicious expression.

Sirin also imitated Kiana.

"Only... Qiya shook her head, signaling Xique not to act rashly, but the expression between her brows also became strange."

Seeing this, Xilin could only swallow her saliva and continue to bravely press her ear against the door to listen.

Although separated by a door, Kiana and Sirin were still able to vaguely hear each other because the two people inside weren't trying to muffle their voices.

Besides Momo, who should have been in the room, Kiana and Sirin also heard another person's voice.

"Momo, am I doing this right?" Yes, that's exactly how it's done. The hand should move up and down in this spot. Kiana and Sirin exchanged a glance—they both saw something exactly like themselves in each other's eyes. "But isn't this size a bit too big? I'm worried..."

"It's okay, you'll get used to it soon. Conversations in the room are increasingly likely to evoke blushes, but aside from the clanging of weapons, Kiana and Sirin didn't..."

"Besides, it was clearly Karen who asked for it herself, wasn't she?"

"Don't worry, if you don't have any experience, just leave the cutting to me."

Kiana and Sirin jumped off the door at the same time, clearly quite surprised. Kiana, in particular, had finally made up her mind to go all out, only to be caught off guard at the last moment.

Burning with rage, Kiana's anger only intensified. With a surge of anger welling up inside her, she straightened her back and resolutely walked towards the closed door.

Huh? They're not even going to the chain stores!

Mo Mo paused, fiddling with the slightly old-fashioned rope sewing machine on the table, and turned to look at the door. "Kiana, Sirin, what brings you here? Is something the matter?" Kallen sat naturally at the foot of the bed, shifting her gaze from the table to the door. "What are you doing..." Kiana, feeling extremely embarrassed, trembled slightly, forcing herself to blurt out the question she hadn't finished. "Kallen asked me to make her a set of clothes." Mo Mo patted the purple fabric on the table and replied, "What's wrong? Kiana, why do you look so strange? Are you feeling unwell? It's nothing, nothing." Kiana's expression was particularly odd. "What... are you making clothes? I tried to do it myself once, but this one is too complicated, I can't handle it myself, so I had to bother Mo Mo." Kallen scratched her head and smiled knowingly.

In other words, were all those suggestive conversations just wishful thinking and misunderstandings on my part?

While feeling a surge of relief, Kiana also felt a sense of powerlessness. Though the speaker meant no harm, the listener took it to heart, and Kiana thought it might be because of today's events that she had overestimated Mo Mo. How could such a scenario possibly happen to him? Meanwhile, Sirin instantly forgot her earlier emotions, walked past Kiana into the room, and said, "Mo Mo, you can even sew clothes?"

“Yes, my dad taught me before.” Mo Mo nodded. “But I haven’t done it myself in a long time, so I’m not very good at it anymore. Hmm, it seems a bit troublesome. Why don’t you go back first, Karen? Anyway, the measurements are all done now, so just hand over the rest of the work.”

"Are you sure you don't need my help?" Karen asked, still unwilling to give up. "Don't worry, I know that outfit very well," Mo Mo decisively changed the subject, continuing, "Anyway, it's all covered..."

"Momo, you should also take care and rest well, don't push yourself too hard." Karen stood up from Momo's bed. "I'll go back to my room now, goodnight everyone." "Okay, goodnight." Momo waved slightly, then turned to look at Xilin, who was curiously touching and stroking the table. "Xilin, you haven't washed up yet, have you? Hurry up..."

With Sirin's high-pitched voice, the room was once again filled with Mo Mo and Kiana alone.

"Then I'll too..." Driven by the increasingly awkward atmosphere, Kiana involuntarily turned and walked towards the door, but then, with sheer willpower, she stopped herself. No, her original purpose was to come here, so why should she leave now that the troublemakers are leaving one by one? Shouldn't she just stay as it's natural?

Kiana decisively closed the door, then turned and walked to the bedside, sitting down in the spot where Kallen had been.

Noticing Mo Mo's questioning gaze, Kiana asked matter-of-factly, "Can't I stay here? You act all high and mighty on the surface, but deep down you're more arrogant than anyone else. After all, you're practically serving up a carefully crafted masterpiece yourself." Mo Mo replied without turning his head, "Sure, of course you can." "Even if you plan to stay here overnight, I have no objection."

Kiana's body suddenly stiffened, and she silently and carefully observed Mo Mo's back as he sat at the table.

What if Mo Mo suddenly loses his bestial instincts and decides to abandon his humanity? Should I offer only token resistance? And if I were to struggle, to what extent should I do so?

"I like it, whether it's a braid, loose hair, or even a Roman curl, I like it all," Mo Mo said quickly. "They all suit me."

"Hmph, you're smart enough to know your place." Kiana's tone lightened again, the slight displeasure vanishing like the wind. "I just thought you might prefer it this way. And... in that case, I'm different from everyone else, I'm special." A small smugness at the success of her scheme made one smile. "You've always been special." Mo Mo added, "Especially for me." Words that easily touched my heart were like a natural flow for him, without any curves, straight to the point. Fortunately, he still had his back to her. So Kiana could confidently reveal her inner shyness on her face. Although she had heard similar words more than once today, their impact had not diminished at all, still incredibly powerful. "Then may I be so bold as to ask...?" Mo Mo's movements gradually slowed down. "Kiana, how did you fall in love with me?" She grabbed a pillow from beside her and hugged it to her chest, asking casually, "Do you want to know?" "Yes." "Mo Mo replied, "Because only by knowing these things can I feel more at ease liking you." "Idiot," Kiana muttered, burying her face in the pillow, her expression turning completely blushing.

"I mean, it wasn't me who fell for you first." Kiana hugged her pillow and turned to the other side. "It's clearly you who's too cunning."

"When we first met in Sky City, I felt like I had nothing left," Kiana slowly raised her head. "It was you who used your own experiences and actions..."

The method obtained from the Party led me to another world, just like I said before, but the timeline is a bit too early—don't laugh!

Although Kiana's words sounded like she was quite dissatisfied, it wasn't hard to hear her nostalgia for that period. "Although I didn't quite understand the situation, I learned a lot, and..." Looking at Mo Mo's retreating figure, Kiana's words trailed off.

A year is long enough. "I understand, I understand." Mo Mo nodded knowingly. "Because of limited space, please let me explain... Is that what you mean?" "You understand perfectly." Kiana was also very glad that she didn't need to explain further... But when it comes to that kind of thing, she can't help but feel shy. Love grows over time... Mo Mo sighed softly. It really is the most ideal ending. "Kiana." Mo Mo continued, satisfied, "It's getting late, you should go back to your room to rest, or... are you really planning to stay here overnight?" "You think I wouldn't dare? Humph!" Kiana mustered her courage, lifted the covers, hugged her pillow, and lay down, curling up on one side of the bed, quietly leaning forward.

She glanced furtively at Mo Mo. Her heart was pounding; anyone could understand the implications of such actions. "Is that so?" Mo Mo finally turned around and saw Kiana, as if caught doing something wrong, pulling her tattered clothes to completely cover herself.

She's already acted so accommodatingly, so why is she still so unmoved? It's a stark contrast to her assertiveness and initiative this morning. If it weren't for the girl's last bit of reserve, she might have put on a show of forcing her way into a corner.

No, we absolutely cannot take the initiative ourselves.

Qi Yena makes it taste good from the eyes. Who can outdo whom!

I absolutely have to wait until the moment you get into bed!

The comforting scent and warmth instantly enveloped Kiana, and the rhythmic ticking of the sewing machine settled into her heart, becoming a wonderful aid to sleep.

Kiana's upper and lower eyelids began to make intimate contact from time to time.

Kiana closed her eyes. ....-.... Mo Mo paused his work, a soft snore already playing in his ears. Turning around, he saw that the once spirited Kiana was now fast asleep, lying defenselessly on Mo Mo's bed, even the blanket that had been covering her had fallen off.

Shaking his head helplessly, Mo Mo stood up from the chair and walked to the bedside. Kiana sprawled out, soft snores escaping from her slightly opening and closing mouth. Her loose pajamas had been pulled down, revealing her smooth skin.

Her shoulder and a small patch of pinkish skin. [She's sleeping so peacefully...] But this unguarded peace of mind was already a precious compliment to Mo Mo. "We're leaving tomorrow and she's still thinking about these trivial things..." Mo Mo muttered softly, leaning down to pull Kiana's pajamas up, and casually...

After quietly completing a series of actions, Mo Mo's hand, which she had been pulling back, was grabbed by a hand that emerged from under the blanket.

Kiana's babbling murmurs indicate that she is still deeply immersed in a dream.

What kind of dream is this?

A dream about eating... probably. Mo Mo wasn't entirely sure. But when Mo Mo tried to pull his hand out, he found that Kiana's grip was tighter than expected. Not only did he not pull it out, but Kiana even pulled hard, pulling his entire hand to her chest.

Although she felt a dazed sensation as if her whole heart was about to melt, Mo Mo still managed to maintain her composure. Despite the novel and alluring experience, Mo Mo picked up the pillow that Kiana had been holding, forcefully pulled her hand away, and then...

Kiana's furrowed brow quickly relaxed as she entered the room. She rubbed against the pillow a few times before rolling over contentedly to the other side. At least before returning to that turbulent world and facing those fragmented memories, she wanted a good night's sleep. "Goodnight, Kiana," Mo Mo said, turning off the room light amidst the rising sounds of sleep and indistinct dreams, plunging the small space into darkness, leaving only a faint light source from the table.

The pale light emanating from it illuminated his back as he sat back down. The monotonous tone of the old-fashioned instruments rang out once more, but Mo Mo deliberately slowed his movements, avoiding...

The soundly sleeping person was pulled out of the beautiful curve of the village. [Hmm, the night is really quiet without the system.] Mo Mo thought to himself.

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55. He and she and her

The next day, sunlight streamed obliquely through the unobstructed window into the silent room, landing precisely on the girl's tightly closed eyes. The gradually increasing heat and light caused her brows to furrow, then she squinted slightly. "Ugh!" Kiana, snapping out of her daze, immediately closed her eyes again and turned her head to the other side. This quick movement effectively extinguished any lingering drowsiness.

Kiana sat up groggily in bed, stretching her arms wide and beaming with satisfaction. She'd had a wonderfully restful sleep, though she couldn't remember the dream itself, but it must have been quite fitting. She yawned, covering her mouth, and rubbed her sleepy eyes. One side of her pajamas had silently slipped down. Kiana patted the other side of the bed with her eyes closed, but didn't find the person she expected. Realizing something was wrong, Kiana snapped her mind back to normal, barely opening her eyes to look beside her. Her bedside was empty; no one was there. Only then did Kiana hear that familiar rhythmic sound. Turning her head, she saw the familiar figure still sitting at the table, the faint light from which seemed to have illuminated the entire night—his only companion through the long hours.

Kiana suddenly clutched her head, frantically asking herself, "When did I fall asleep?" Oh no, she couldn't remember at all! She'd drifted off to sleep without even realizing it. Clearly, on this night when everything was ready except for one crucial element—the crucial element—was utterly uncooperative. Kiana, a crushing defeat!

"Hmm? You're awake." Mo Mo paused slightly, turned his head and smiled. "How did you sleep?" "I...slept very well." Kiana lowered her face, probably because the sunlight streaming in through the window was particularly dazzling. "What about you? Didn't you sleep at all last night?" "I felt like I was almost finished, so I planned to finish before going to sleep, but before I knew it, it was already dawn." Mo Mo scratched his head. "But it's not a big problem, it's almost done, I can hand it in in a little while." The complexity of the production process was indeed beyond Mo Mo's imagination, but there were no insurmountable obstacles. Having not slept all night, Mo Mo was inevitably a little tired, but he still forced himself to say good morning to Kiana. "If Sister Kallen knew you like this, she would definitely scold you." "The words were on the tip of her tongue, but Kiana involuntarily changed her mind. "It's okay, only heaven, earth, you, and I know. As long as you don't tell, Kallen won't know." Mo Mo touched the nearly finished work on the table, seemingly quite satisfied with the effect of his "damaging his old profession." "Why shouldn't I tell? I'm going to tell Sister Kallen right now." Kiana said stubbornly, pulling back the covers as if to get out of bed, "Tell her you silly goose who doesn't sleep and stays up all night making clothes for her." "Wait, wait, wait, you stop right there." Mo Mo quickly stopped Kiana, 'What's wrong with you? Are you planning to sell me out like this? Is this how you treat someone who covered you with a blanket three times last night?' Kiana's face suddenly turned red, and she stubbornly argued, 'I, I don't believe it! How can you slander me out of thin air!' "Slander? I have evidence, you know~" Mo Mo smiled slyly. Kiana's face turned pale instantly. "You pervert! You lecher! Your mind is full of lewd thoughts! You're like a male protagonist in a web novel!" "Alright, alright, it's just a little pajamas, look how excited you are." Mo Mo shook his head helplessly. "What evidence do you have? I just made it up. If you're really that shy, put your clothes back on first. I'm about to see everything again. She's been all celibate last night, yet now she's acting all shy. The heart of this proud girl is truly unfathomable." "Ugh!" Kiana suddenly froze, quickly pulling up her slipped pajamas. "I'm going to tell Sister Karen right now!" "Calm down." Mo Mo sighed. "It's just staying up all night once, what's the big deal? Do you think I'm some fragile princess? If... if you don't want me to tell Sister Karen..." It seemed Kiana wanted to negotiate with Mo Mo. "Then you... you..."

"What?" This coy and shy demeanor was something I hadn't seen much of before. "Ki. kiss-down." Kiana lowered her head and spoke in a voice that was almost inaudible.

"What are you laughing at?!" Kiana quickly noticed Mo Mo's unusual behavior and retorted, her face flushed. "Is it funny?" "No, it's not funny." Mo Mo wiped his face, stopping his laughter, and put on a serious face, but soon couldn't help but burst out laughing again. "Really, it's not funny at all." "What's so funny! Is it strange?" Kiana took a few steps closer, arguing her point. "We're already in that kind of relationship, a good morning kiss... is that strange?" Having mustered the courage to take the initiative only to be treated like this, Kiana felt a wave of shame and indignation. "That's not what's funny at all." Mo Mo covered his mouth, a smile flowing from his eyes. "It's such a simple thing, yet you insist on making excuses and stuff. How cute~"

A surge of heat rushed up Kiana's neck, instantly filling her entire face, and then bursting out from the top of her head with a "gurgle." It was like boiling water. "I...I...I..." Kiana's voice and body trembled. "I'll beat you to death, you bastard!" Taking a step forward, Kiana gathered all her strength, raised her fist, twisted her waist, and unleashed a devastating punch. But as the famous Zaku pilot Mr. Xia once said, "It's meaningless if you can't hit." Faced with such a monotonous straight punch, Mo Mo, sitting in his chair, leaned back and dodged the unstoppable attack. He reached out and grabbed Kiana's wrist, pulling her off balance and slamming her onto the table. Then, without any suspense, before Kiana could react, he pressed his upper body down as well. "Mo? Mo?"

After a slight twitch, without even a proper struggle, Kiana's body went limp again, like a rag doll. The nearly finished purple phantom thief costume was pressed against her back, serving as one of the silent spectators, witnessing everything unfold up close. Although it felt incredibly long, Mo Mo didn't raise his head for long before asking, "Are you satisfied now?" "..." Kiana seemed a little dizzy, "I haven't quite processed it yet." "Then let's do it again." The movements were identical, without any difference. However, this time, to ensure a clearer experience "as she wished," Mo Mo didn't rush to end this intimate contact. But in this quiet moment, Kiana felt something gently tapping against her teeth. But he simply waited, like a gentleman, for a reaction, without continuing. Just as Kiana was about to give in to her new bottom line in her dazed state, the door to the room was suddenly and roughly pushed open. "Hey! My dear brother! Did you sleep well last night?" Mo Mo jumped into the room, his right hand raised high, clutching a magenta driver. "After a night of careful modifications, I've... finished... your driver..."

As the tone plummeted, Mo Mo's expression froze. The two stared at each other, a silver line curving their lips in silence. *Thump thump!*

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56. He and she and her and her and her

Although this wasn't the first time Mo Mo had witnessed such a shocking scene after being barged into a room without knocking, this time it was a real, undeniable encounter, unlike the previous fabricated stories. The ambiguous position of the person pinned to the table, the intimate contact before separating only after seeing Mo Mo's figure, but even so...

The distance between them was still dangerously close, and there was no time to separate. Mo Mo could even smell the ambiguous atmosphere in the air. She immediately took a step back and quickly hid the driver she had been holding high behind her back. "You..." Mo Mo said with a strange expression, "It's already progressed to this point. Although it's a little different from what I expected, judging from the situation, we're about to start having sex in this private space, so there's not much difference... Well... I've put the safety measures in the bedside table. Remember to use them. Of course, if you don't think it's okay, you don't have to, but you must be careful to restrain yourself and not indulge your desires too much. After all, it's already early morning, and it's too early to have sex in broad daylight... Maybe I should tell the others to leave tomorrow."

Mo Mo had started rambling incoherently, saying things she herself couldn't understand. She mechanically turned around, pretending to leave. "Wait, wait, wait—" Kiana cried out in a panic, almost bloodless, looking like someone caught doing something wrong by their parents. "Hey, don't misunderstand! We...we're not...not that kind of relationship..."

This forced explanation seemed utterly unconvincing given the scene where she remained unmoved despite being pinned down by Mo Mo; in fact, it only made things worse.

"Not that kind of relationship?" "No, no!" Kiana answered, forcing a smile. "It was just... just a kiss." Kiana's words sounded increasingly weak. "What are you trying to fool? You don't even believe it yourself. If you really want to explain, can you at least start by getting up from my little brother's crotch?" Mo Mo's face was full of disbelief. "Just a kiss? You think that's all? I bet if I hadn't suddenly walked in and ruined your good time, you two would have already rolled onto the bed!"

The gentle words struck Kiana's heart like a hammer. It seemed impossible to explain. Just now, she felt she had indeed entered a state of complete irrationality, driven by hazy emotions and lingering instincts. Instead of any semblance of resistance, she had even become eagerly compliant.

The will to resist vanished completely after the layers of defense crumbled. "!!!" Kiana, finally realizing the root of the problem, forcefully pushed Mo Mo off her, but not wanting to give up, she naturally pulled him close.

Mo Mo, who had turned around, simply watched everything unfold expressionlessly, without uttering a word. "What are you looking at?" Mo Mo turned to Mo Mo and said matter-of-factly, "Haven't you ever seen boyfriends and girlfriends being all lovey-dovey?" Rather than Kiana's increasingly evasive explanation, Mo Mo chose to admit it directly. "Never seen it, never really, but whatever makes you happy." Mo Mo, having witnessed something similar, glanced at Kiana, who was burying her face in Mo Mo's chest and curled up, completely blushing, and pretended not to notice.

She had assumed the script would have Kiana taking the initiative and easily defeating this simpleton, but the outcome was a complete reversal. Kiana was utterly powerless against Mo Mo, completely at his mercy, a submissive little lamb. It seemed her younger brother wasn't as harmless as she'd imagined. "I'm so sorry to have interrupted your lovey-dovey time, I'll be right back." Mo Mo felt a mix of emotions. "Don't worry about the time, I'll go get Bella to buy a few more bottles of soy sauce. Continue, continue." With that, Mo Mo sighed deeply, her face weary, and slowly turned to leave, still muttering, "The child has grown up." As she reached the door, she seemed to suddenly remember something, turning back to remind him again, "When you're doing something inappropriate together in the future, remember to lock the door if you don't want to be caught by others at the same time." After leaving behind a meaningful remark, Mo Mo left the room and closed the door behind her. "Alright, she's already gone." Mo Mo patted Kiana's back lightly. "It's about time you let go."

7Z22... Kiana's response was that Momo had been listening to her snoring all night. Unbeknownst to her, she nestled in Momo's arms and actually began to drift off to sleep.

Could this be considered a protective measure to prevent the brain from completely losing its rationality? Infected by the alluring snoring, coupled with the warmth brought by the morning sun, it instantly awakened the weariness in Mo Mo's heart after staying up all night.

"Haa~" Mo Mo closed his eyes and yawned, then simply hugged Kiana and fell backward, lying back on the still-warm bed. After struggling for a moment, he...

Consider it as having a real person of excellent quality to embrace.

2...Even their snoring didn't feel lonely anymore.

When Mo Mo opened his eyes again, the sun's light had reached its most dazzling peak. "Tsk." Mo Mo clicked his tongue.

"They didn't even wake me up..." Mo Mo yawned and sat up. The gruesome image from her dream still lingered in her mind. Wait... Mo Mo touched her lips. Maybe it wasn't a dream. But it didn't matter anymore. After stretching, Mo Mo got out of bed, rubbing her shoulders as she walked out of the room. Turning a few corners, Mo Mo reached the stairs leading downstairs. "Good morning, everyone." Mo Mo greeted the people in the living room, then slumped back onto the sofa, her face still slightly dazed. Time was indeed still a bit rushed. "Good morning, Mo Mo," Karen asked with concern, "Why are you only coming down now? You haven't even eaten breakfast. Did you stay up all night making clothes for me?" "No, no." "Mo Mo waved his hand guiltily, "I just stayed up a little late, right Kiana?" "Hmph." Kiana, who had looked away the moment she saw Mo Mo, snorted coldly, "I don't know, don't ask me." Now she's acting all high and mighty again.

"It seems you still haven't fully grasped the 'fear' of being dominated by completion." "But the good news is the clothes are finished. Karen, you can try them on and see if there's anything wrong so I can make some alterations." Mo Mo quickly steered the conversation back to the clothes. "Really?" Karen was visibly excited. "Finished in just one night! That's Mo Mo for you! I'll try them on now." Before she finished speaking, Karen stood up impatiently and headed upstairs. "By the way..." Mo Mo's slightly narrowed eyes widened a little. "Are a few people missing?" "I asked Bella to go out and buy some soy sauce, and Seven also had some things to do, so Xilin volunteered to do the dishes this morning." Sitting directly opposite Mo Mo, Mo Mo explained a few words, then pulled something out from behind her and slammed it on the table with a loud thud. "Here, take this. I've already altered it for you."

"Finished the modifications?" Mo Mo perked up, picked up the magenta driver on the table, and examined it several times, turning it upside down and left and right. He frowned and asked, "I don't see any difference." "I already told you it's just adding a few minor features. What changes could there be in the appearance?"

Mo Mo nodded knowingly, put the driver back on his waist, and still noticed something was off. "System, why aren't you saying a word?" "Oh, I remember." Mo Mo slapped his forehead, "Last night this thing was screaming so loudly, I was annoyed by her, so I just turned on the mute mode I just added, and forgot to turn it off when I went to sleep. It's down there, try it yourself." Following Mo Mo's instructions, Mo Mo fiddled with the driver a few times before asking, "Hello? System? Are you still alive? If you're alive, make a sound." Seeing that the system didn't respond, Mo Mo slapped it a few more times. Then he heard a sobbing sound coming from the driver. "Gone, all gone, she's completely defiled, she'll never be able to get married again."

Its voice was faint and its tone exceptionally mournful. "Stop making a scene, okay? You've been howling all night, isn't that enough?" Mo Mo immediately expressed her disdain. "Get married? Don't even think about such nonsense, okay? Besides, I was the one who built you up from scratch, what's the big deal?" "You know nothing, get lost!" the system accuses shrilly. "I don't want to see you! This is my home, you can't avoid seeing me." Mo Mo shrugged. "Unless I slap you out the window, how about it, do you want me to do it?"

"Just calm down for a bit, we're leaving soon, save your energy, okay?" Mo Mo, being human herself, really couldn't understand an AI's sense of shame. "Exactly, once we get to that world, you better keep your eyes peeled; the task of taking care of Mo Zai is yours." Mo Mo chimed in, "Don't forget your responsibility." "I don't need your reminder! I'm going offline, I don't want to talk to you!" After saying this, the system retreated to its own little world to sulk.

"It's hard to imagine that this was created based on myself..." Mo Mo shook her head with a sigh, "It must have gone through something to evolve into this P."

A purple-clad figure, now dressed in new attire, appeared in the living room in the blink of an eye. "How is it? Any problems?" Wearing her familiar purple phantom thief outfit, Kallen twirled around, looking quite pleased. "Hmm, perfect." Momo nodded with satisfaction; the imitation was flawless, both in size and style. "As expected of me." It really was exactly the same. Constantly examining her clothes, Kallen said with a touch of nostalgia, "As expected of Momo."

Wearing this dress feels like stepping back 500 years.