Sheena elegantly sipped her morning floral tea, with ripples of thoughts flowing in her oval pupils.
Last night's fallen ceremony was supposed to be a perfect spiritual guide.
Through that primitive experience that transcends rational constraints, the observer's moral framework subtly loosens, paving the way for subsequent "academic cooperation."
She had used this method countless times, with a success rate reaching almost 90%.
Whether it's those self-righteous scholars or seemingly upright researchers.
After witnessing the ultimate fusion of the essence of life, they inevitably develop a certain distorted aspiration.
But Ron Ralph's reaction completely exceeded her expectations.
"It shouldn't be like this..."
Sheena gently stroked the leaf-shaped brooch on her chest, sensing feedback information from the plant network:
