A unique, fresh fragrance lingered in the clean and spacious room.
Outside the room's three massive floor-to-ceiling windows stretched a beautiful vista of cosmic stars and galaxies. It felt as if you could hold the swirling cosmos in your eyes just by looking.
Jiang Zheyu choked slightly at Si Yu's words. It felt as if he were looking at her like a pet about to perform a trick.
She was speechless.
Jiang Zheyu quickly composed herself, forcing a faint smile. "Mr. Si, how about I perform Spiritual Comfort for you now?"
'Nothing is more important than the mission. And nothing is more terrifying than this level of social suicide.'
Afraid he would misunderstand, she rushed to add, almost without breathing, "I'm a female with A+ Spiritual Power, so I can perform Spiritual Comfort just by holding your hand."
"But I'm only interested in the... more 'in-depth' kind of Spiritual Comfort." Si Yu watched her, his dark green eyes perfectly calm, yet his words were entirely uncooperative.
