I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

"It seems the intelligence was correct. He was indeed able to meet with that saintess."

Scar leaned to one side, his tone nonchalant. He glanced at the two people in the courtyard, then gave Floro a light look before teasing him.

"So, seeing your old flame playing around with new relationships, how do you feel right now?"

"Looking at them, doesn't it bring back memories of your past with him? Have you forgotten everything from the past?"

Floro remained calm and composed, glancing sideways at the scars without expression, and said in a slow and unhurried tone, with an air of nonchalance: "I'm used to it."

"That's quite an interesting excuse." The scarred man's lips curled into a mocking smile. "So what are you going to do next? Try to trick me into giving you that stone slab?"

"Even if we get the stone tablet, we {伊琦锍-%仪僄久栠} will still have no way to enter the world of Sonora."

As Floro spoke, he stroked the spider lily on his fingertip, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"However, he seems to be able to bring people in with him."

"So, what are you going to do?"

"It's none of your business. I have my own ways of doing things."

Volume 1: Chapter 142 Why Not Wear It Again?

At the break of dawn.

Koleta opened her eyes—though her mind was still a little hazy, her biological clock, honed over the years, had made her accustomed to waking up at this time.

No matter what happened last night, no matter how tired you were yesterday.

Perhaps because she had just woken up, Koleta was still unprepared. She sat up, rubbing her temples. A hangover-like dizziness enveloped her whole body, but the aching, throbbing pain in her lower abdomen was particularly clear.

Perhaps it's because they're still not used to being "integrated and mastered".

Or...

It's because that bastard Cat's Eye Stone has absolutely no sense of chivalry!

Every time it was a headlong rush—although the brute force during the process made her bones feel weak, and afterwards she was so sore that she had to grit her teeth—like a knife coated in honey, sweet as it was, but really painful to cut.

"Hiss..." Koleta curled up her legs, poking her burning skin with her fingertips, "This guy..."

The sound of Duanmu Yan's steady breathing reached his ears—this heartless fellow was fast asleep, completely unaware of the girl's complaints beside him.

He turned over and rolled the blanket tighter.

The girl bit her lip, looking at Duanmu Yan's carefree attitude. She was about to wake him up, and her hand was already outstretched to push him awake, but it hovered in mid-air, and a faint blush appeared on the tips of her ears.

Fine, considering how hard he tried yesterday to make me feel relaxed, I'll forgive him this time.

"But next time, he must be taught a lesson about knowing when to stop."

After saying that, she sighed softly and stepped barefoot onto the cold floor.

The chill crept up from the soles of her feet, clearing her mind of her drowsiness.

She went to the kitchen with practiced ease and took a bottle of milk from the refrigerator—it might seem childish to a small child, but for the second young lady of the Motari family, it was an essential source of nutrition every day.

Although she had long passed the period of rapid physical growth, Koleta still harbored some unrealistic aspirations—or rather, the ambition inherent in the blood of the Mortari family.

After all, given her family's genes, how could she be content to stop here?

In any case, he has to be on par with that woman Cantrell in the future!

After washing up, Koleta got dressed—as the family's gun, her schedule was always packed, and she had to make the most of every minute.

"Wait, did I forget something?"

Koleta stopped in front of the door, her gaze gradually falling to her lower abdomen, when she suddenly remembered something very important!

—Oh, I forgot to take my medicine.

"That guy made excuses not to wear it again yesterday!"

……

……

Early morning hours.

Duanmu Yan opened his eyes.

Duanmu Yan groggily opened his eyes, raised his hand to rub his sleepy eyes, and glanced at the empty pillow—the second young lady had left sometime earlier without even saying goodbye.

"left already?"

He muttered something, yawned, got up, and dragged himself into the bathroom.

After washing up, he wiped his face in front of the mirror, but he still couldn't muster any energy, and his eyelids were drooping.

I guess I released too much last night, which is why I'm not feeling well today.

Sigh, it's all the second young lady's fault.

They say there's nothing left, but they're still desperately squeezing it out...

"Wow——"

A golden light flashed suddenly, and Abu emerged from Duanmu Yan's voice trail, rubbing his eyes with his little paws. His entire skeleton drooped, looking listless.

It greeted us listlessly, its voice as weak as smoke blown away by the wind: "Good morning."

"What's wrong? You look so tired."

Duanmu Yan asked subconsciously.

Although Abu is currently in a symbiotic relationship with him, the little guy stays in his consciousness and is mostly asleep. He only occasionally wakes up to come out and take a look, and rarely shows himself under normal circumstances.

Moreover, it is also unable to observe the external environment.

Abu shook his head, his ears drooping: "I don't know... I just felt like I had a nightmare, and my head was still spinning when I woke up."

It yawned and floated listlessly onto Duanmu Yan's shoulder: "I usually sleep in your consciousness, so I rarely do this..."

"Nightmare?"

“Yeah.” Abu nodded. “It felt like I was in a storm at sea. The whole ship was rocking and swaying, making me feel dizzy.”

"..."

Probably, possibly, maybe...

It's probably my fault.

In any case, Duanmu Yan would definitely not tell Abu this secret.

"What are you going to do today?" Abu asked him.

"Today..." Duanmu Yan stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, "I have to go see Cantrela and tell her about Katishia."

Speaking of Katishia, after parting ways with Phoebe, Duanmu Yan tried to resonate with the stone tablet again, but the result was the same as before, and he still did not receive a response.

Could it be that Phoebe was the reason you were able to get into Sonora's relationship?

Does this mean that if I want to see Katishia in the future, I'll have to sleep with Phoebe?

Duanmu Yan certainly didn't mind, but the problem was...

Phoebe, I want you to sleep with me!

Yes, this will inevitably affect Phoebe's normal work.

Moreover, there are still no leads regarding the bard the Second Miss mentioned.

So he thought he should go find Cantrella and see if she had any way to get him back into Sonora's world.

Abu didn't care what he was thinking. He had already floated onto the sofa, picked up a remote control that was a bit smaller than the others, skillfully turned on the TV, switched to his favorite channel, tore open a bag of potato chips, and comfortably nestled on the sofa, watching with great interest.

This is Abu's daily life right now.

Eat when you wake up, finish eating, and sleep when you're tired.

"If it's not a show I like, I'll just change the channel."

Rather than a mere voice, Abu's inner self is more like that of a person.

This made Duanmu Yan even more suspicious: would this little guy really become a person in the future?

Duanmu Yan shrugged, turned around and went to the kitchen to start making breakfast.

Once everything was ready, Duanmu Yan planned to go out to see Cantrella.

Unexpectedly, when he pushed open the door, he saw a young girl standing in front of him.

"Floro?"

Duanmu Yan's pupils widened slightly.

Wait a minute, why is Floro here?

No, how did she know I lived here?

And they even waited at my door?

Floro stood at the door, his cold demeanor appearing particularly aloof in the morning light.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over Duanmu Yan's shoulder and across the room, before speaking softly.

"Don't you want me to come in and sit down?"

Volume 1: Chapter 143 Floro Wants to Live Together

Why……

Will Floro know where I live?

Duanmu Yan stared in astonishment at Floro in front of him—the girl was also looking at him quietly, her eyes conveying a calm and natural feeling, making it impossible to discern what emotions were hidden in her heart.

Although his heart was pounding like a rabbit, with one question after another popping up, Duanmu Yan suppressed these thoughts and, adopting the posture of a master, turned to the side and made an inviting gesture.

"Please come in."

Floro nodded slightly, stepped into the room, and slowly scanned the room with his eyes, as if searching for something—no, more like he was lost in some kind of memory, a subtle and complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

She came to the living room, slowly sat down on the sofa, gently closed her eyes, and enjoyed this moment of tranquility.

The task assigned to her by the president of the Remnant Star Society was to secretly monitor Duanmu Yan, and when the opportunity arose, see if she could use him to break into the sealed Sonora in order to obtain some valuable information.

As for the next goal of the Remnant Star Society?

She doesn't care.

All she knew was that the Remnant Star Society had given her nothing more than a false hope, a vague promise.

But these hopes and promises are exactly the same as those that person once gave her.

To prevent this life on the other side from becoming a regret, she was willing to give up everything.

"So, is there something you wanted to talk to me about today?"

Duanmu Yan asked the question directly.

He had always owed her a favor—and Duanmu Yan remembered this very clearly.

After all, without her help, that operation wouldn't have gone so smoothly.

Floro smiled slightly, elegantly crossed one leg, lazily rested her chin on the back of her hand, and looked meaningfully at Duanmu Yan: "What's wrong? Can't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong?"

"..."

What a classic rhetorical question.

Since you've already said that, what else can I say?

"That's not entirely true," Duanmu Yan said helplessly, "but you didn't come to see me just to chat, did you?"

Floro tilted his head slightly, a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Why?"

“This isn’t like you.” Duanmu Yan stroked his chin.

"So, in your eyes, what is my style like?" Floro asked.

Duanmu Yan lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said, "How should I put it? It's a bit like... a cat?"

"A cat?" Floro frowned slightly, not quite understanding Duanmu Yan's meaning.

“I mean, those wild cats,” Duanmu Yan explained further, “They have unpredictable personalities, and are always cold and indifferent to people. And most likely…”