Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

As is well known, Mei in her post-collapse form is often jokingly said to have a "widow vibe".

Looking closely now, one can indeed see a serene gentleness in her eyes; her brows are slightly downturned, and the melancholy in her gaze is gone.

But upon closer inspection of the floral patterned makeup, there was an indescribable gentleness mixed with a touch of melancholy. It wasn't that she truly resembled a widow; rather, her temperament was exceptionally unique.

"Himeko-sensei?!" Before Mei could finish speaking, Himeko had already strode forward and wrapped her arms around Mei's shoulders from behind. Her strong hands brushed against Mei's armpits, carrying a warm force.

Mei could even feel Himeko's weight and heat pressing down on her back, which continued to exert its power as Himeko's laughter reached her back.

Himeko rested her chin on Mei's shoulder and poked her arm with her fingertips: "Sorry, Mei, this is a rare opportunity, so please cooperate!" As she spoke, she nudged Mei with her elbow and winked at Bronya next to her, signaling her to hurry up and do it.

"I'm sorry, Mei-neechan, I really want to see!" Bronya walked up quickly, grabbed Mei's sleeve with her little hand and pulled her forward.

His fingertips moved as if he couldn't suppress his inner impulse, his eyes fixed on Mei's body, completely ignoring the fact that his own office lady outfit was pulled so tattered that he looked even more disheveled than Mei.

From a young age, she had admired Mei's elegant beauty. Although she had caught up now, to be honest, Bronya still lacked confidence in her own charm—only in front of Mei.

In addition, Mei, who is still alive, is indeed a very good reference.

Mei-nee's aura is something that most people can't find in ordinary people.

Of course, I'm not using Mei as a prototype, I just want to refer to her temperament - after all, Mei is Lu Mo's harem, and I can't let irrelevant people have wild ideas.

"Hey, hey, hey, Bronya, how could you do this?!" Lu Mo quickly spoke up, pretending to stop her. Bronya paused, stopped what she was doing, and looked up at him, her eyes full of confusion: "Captain?"

The captain couldn't have just put on an act on the spot; she must have had her reasons.

Lu Mo must have had a deeper meaning in doing this.

“This kind of thing…” Lu Mo said, but his feet quickly moved closer, reaching out to press down on Bronya’s hand. He rubbed his fingertips against the back of her hand, as if to stop her from moving.

But then he suddenly moved forward along her arm, grabbing Mei's waist with both hands, ready to attack. "How could you not call me?"

He smiled and turned to the side, grabbing Mei's other side of her clothes with his other hand and pulling hard on both sides with his fingertips, the fabric making a "ripping" sound.

It seems there was never any intention to leave Mei with a single piece of clothing.

Mei was pulled backward by the two of them, and helplessly reached out to push Lu Mo's shoulder: "You guys... be gentle!"

Lu Mo deliberately brought his face closer, his fingertips rubbing several red marks on her skin. He glanced at Mei Yi's reddened ear tips out of the corner of his eye, and his smile deepened.

As for Kiana—she's leaning against the side watching the show.

A hopeful smile played on her lips as she stared intently at the scene of Lu Mo and Bronya tugging at Mei's clothes.

Mei's clothes being ripped off looks amazing!

Kiana, why are you just watching! Have you really betrayed me—yes, Kiana has truly betrayed me!

……

When Mei changed into a black Japanese mourning outfit, her fingertips were firmly hidden under the sleeves.

The fabric felt cool against her skin. She kept her head down, not daring to show her expression. Her ear tips were red as if they were about to bleed, her fingers twisting the creases of her sleeves, and a barely audible sigh escaped her throat—like a kitten with its tail curled up at her feet, trembling incessantly.

Her wide sleeves hung down to her fingertips, and her belt was loosely tied, making her already slender waist appear even thinner. She pursed her lips, her eyelashes casting trembling shadows under her eyes. Suddenly, she reached out and tucked her bangs behind her ears, but this only made the redness at the tips of her ears more noticeable.

"Very good, as expected of Mei, her appearance alone is already very lethal."

The next step is to perfectly recreate the "widow".

Her chest rose and fell slightly, then she suddenly straightened her back—she looked down at the ground, her lips pressed into a straight line, her brows furrowed slightly, and even her breathing became slow and long. Her expression seemed truly one of deep sorrow.

When Lu Mo's gaze swept over, Mei was bending over to adjust her skirt. The black fabric slid down her back, creating a soft curve at her lower back.

She pinched the fabric between her fingertips and pulled it up slightly, accidentally revealing a patch of fair skin on the back of her neck, which shimmered warmly under the light. Her hair was tied in a low bun, with a few stray strands hanging down her neck, trembling gently with her movements.

As she straightened up, she deliberately swayed her shoulders, her sleeve slipping down half an inch, revealing a slightly upturned corner of her eye, but she quickly lowered her eyelids, stealing a glance at Lu Mo like a startled deer.

The belt suddenly loosened a little, whether by mistake or intentional, I don't know. My fingertips circled around my waist, and the fabric bulged and then fell back, making the curves under the mourning clothes even clearer.

"Is this... alright?" she asked softly, her voice trembling slightly. Lu Mo's Adam's apple bobbed, but she had already turned around, her back slightly arched, her hips gently thrusting back, the hem of her skirt casting a shadow at her calves.

"Miscalculation..."

Himeko realized that she had no chance no matter what ranking she got, while seeing Mei's performance made the others realize what they had missed.

As expected of Kiana, she might not be that smart at other times.

But in this respect, they have never lost.

In this situation, she could definitely win Lu Mo's favor.

The subject of "the survivor" is just so good!

Mei's allure has more than doubled; to use a description that's easily misunderstood—

If they were men, they would have lost their minds by now and pounced on Mei.

Mei's current destructive power is really that outrageous.

However! This thought only lasted for a moment before many people decided to give up.

The reason is simple: this kind of widow-like demeanor is really hard to capture.

Rita admitted that if she were to do something like that... she even suspected that the effect would be as if she had poisoned Durandal.

Bronya and Seele thought about it and realized that either it would seem too beastly, or it would be too suggestive of seduction.

It's impossible to achieve the same level of effortless, light makeup as Mei.

The only person who could do that was Yae Sakura.

Or Karen would also work.

This is the charm of a living person.

Unfortunately, Karen was still in line.

It hasn't been taken down yet.

"I really want to just dump Kallen's drugs on the captain's bed!"

Kiana, on the other hand, simply wrapped something around her head.

Then he hung a sign around his neck with four big characters written on it.

"I am dead."

Then he simply grabbed a curtain and covered himself with it.

He then wrote four more words: "This is a coffin."

Chapter 161 Kiana bullies Mei in front of the grave (crossed out)

“Three!” Bronya retracted her finger.

"Two!" Himeko clapped her hands together lightly.

"One!" Lost Rosemary snapped her fingers.

"ACTION".

"Today, I've come to attend the funeral of an old friend, the most important person to me..." Lu Mo began his monologue as he entered.

The atmosphere then became more serious.

It's impossible to tell that they're just messing around.

"How could you just leave like that? Kiana, how can you hug Mei like this?!"

Lu Mo punched the air in front of him, his regret and resentment instantly showing.

If you ignore Kiana, the "dead" who's still wandering around making faces with the sign "I am a corpse," then this show is still very special and extremely entertaining.

"What are we going to do with Mei if you do this?!"

Lu Mo knelt on the ground, looking furious at Kiana's "death" for her lack of self-control.

"Should we slap Kiana a few times right now?" Sirin from the Quantum Sea muttered to herself from below the stage.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Haha Rabbit said in a very low voice. “If we did that, it would be a terrible movie development… It would be better to use a transparent ice coffin, and then, while Mei is away, do it to Kiana.”

"Clang!" Delta very politely handed the two of them bags—on their heads.

The suggestions these two made are for a really bad movie.

"Captain...uh...uh..." Mei threw herself into Lu Mo's arms, her body convulsing uncontrollably. Except for the fact that she couldn't squeeze out any tears, her performance was indistinguishable from that of a real widow.

So pretty

"Kiana and I are rivals in love, both of us pursuing Mei." Lu Mo continued reciting his lines in his inner monologue mode.

"We argued, fought, broke off our friendship, and made up about this. In the end, I gave up on Mei and let Kiana and Mei be together."

To be honest, if Lu Mo were in his adolescence, it wouldn't be impossible for him to take this path—at that time, he might indeed be conflicted about who he liked the most.

But now, Lu Mo's attitude is very firm—being together with everyone is my happiness.

"You clearly have more strength than me, I believed you could protect Mei, but now you're just sleeping in your coffin and not moving an inch, you bastard!"

No, I have to hold it in... Kiana's ghost-like face-making is too easy to ruin the illusion.

"Captain, thank you for coming to see her. Kiana will be so happy to know you'd come, sob sob."

Mei shifted her body forward and called out to Kiana, who was inside the "coffin".

"Did you see that? Kiana, Lu Mo still cares about you so much!"

The allure of the widow, which had been shown earlier, reappeared at this moment—the fact that her neck was not exposed conveyed a sense of loneliness and helplessness, tempting Lu Mo to hug her from behind and want to kiss her.

"Mei, don't be sad... I'm here... I'll be your support."

Actually, the best time to establish a connection with Mei was during the period after Queen Kiana's arrival.

That was when Mei was most vulnerable to being taken advantage of.

Mei simply twisted her neck to avoid Lu Mo's hand reaching for her shoulder.

"I'm sorry... I... I haven't gotten over it yet." Mei's step back made Lu Mo slightly annoyed, but he immediately lowered his fingers.

He showed a hint of apology.

"You're rushing things, Lu Mo!" Kiana mouthed, clearly wanting to laugh.

Mei takes her acting very seriously, so you can't just sleep with her so easily and crudely.

“Idiot…” Lu Mo mouthed back.

He had certainly considered that, but Kiana only got half of it right.

Mei is indeed very dedicated to her role, but not in the way Kiana imagines – she's not "unwaveringly loyal." Rather, she believes that a character who is a widow would lose her charm if she were too easily sacrificed.

Mei should be Qi Qinshi, not Pan Jinlian.

At this point, Mei can't simply give up; Lu Mo needs to show his tough side.

"Mei, don't wallow in sadness. Kiana wouldn't want you to be like this either! Does Kiana want you to be forever trapped in sorrow?! Wake up! Mei, you're a strong girl!"

As he spoke, Lu Mo embraced Mei with an even stronger hug, watching as she only struggled slightly before giving up and bursting into tears in his arms.

"I don't know, I don't know how I can go on without Kiana! My life cannot be without Kiana."

"I can't do it, I can't forget Kiana, I can't forget the days Kiana and I spent together!"

"No one has ever asked you to forget!"

Lu Mo hugged Mei tightly, showering her with his warmth and love.

"I want you to remember Kiana forever and ever! Remember everything that happened between you and her! Then muster your courage! That's what you should do."

Words seem somewhat powerless to express them.

So Lu Mo held Mei tightly, comforting her as she sobbed in his arms.

"No, you can't do this, Kiana! Kiana is watching us!"

Although Mei had stopped struggling, she still rejected Lu Mo's attempt to continue.

Kiana, on the other hand, was holding a wooden frame.

They still remembered to put up four big characters.

"This is a portrait of the deceased."

"As expected of Mei," Theresa thought, trying hard to control herself.

Just look at Kiana's hilarious performance.