Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

“It’s precisely because I’ve seen how big the world is that I want to go and see it. The Shaniat family home is big, nice, and beautiful, but it’s not enough.” Shen Liang smiled at the little queen, “Bye, Sister Sirin.”

As Celine watched his retreating figure, she pinched the bridge of her nose, her head aching. She couldn't help but recall the words her mother had said with a smile when she asked her mother to confirm Anna's secret before leaving.

—I know you all secretly say that Pandora is our pet pony or wolfhound, but horses and wolves are animals that can't be kept in captivity.

"All this high-sounding talk, isn't it just a little stallion?" Xilin was so angry she wanted to pound the bed.

However, seeing that Shen Liang was really about to leave, she could only cough to attract Shen Liang's attention, and then raised her right leg and shook the car keys on her toes.

Shen Liang glanced at the key. Xilin was extremely lazy; if she could hook something with her toes, she wouldn't lean over and use her hands. But Xilin probably didn't realize how awkward it was to show someone how she was hooking things with her toes while wearing only over-the-knee socks.

"Want to go for a drive?" Sirin changed the subject abruptly.

Shen Liang looked out the window at the sky. "Now? Drive?"

"if not?"

"I thought you would ask to sit in the shopping cart and let me push you around for a drive."

Celine frowned and thought for a moment: "Yes, that's another way!"

Shen Liang now wanted to cut up and chop up the little cart that Xilin loved so much.

However, Celine shook her head: "Forget it, that's too slow. I'll let you push me next time we go shopping. I'm mainly hungry now because I drank too much and didn't eat anything. Come on, the great queen will take you to see London at night."

"Could you please stop using those awkward self-references like 'this king' or 'this queen'?"

"Shut up, human. Don't question me. Besides, doesn't my stupid sister also like to call herself 'this young lady'? She can do it, but I can't?"

"At least that way of addressing her doesn't sound childish..."

"Hmph, the term 'chuunibyou' comes from inappropriate perceptions that some teenagers have during puberty; it's a pathological excess of self-awareness. But I'm different. I'm just stating the facts. My self-perception isn't inappropriate; on the contrary, it's quite accurate, so I'm never ashamed." Sirin snorted. "I said I am the queen, so what? Human, do you have a problem with that?"

Shen Liang covered her forehead. Oh no, this is utterly delusional, to the point of complete conviction. Other people's delusions of grandeur can be cured by age eighteen, but it seems this little queen's is incurable.

Damn it, why did I subconsciously describe her as "Little Queen"? Have I been infected too?

At this moment, Xilin finally lazily reached out her hand. Shen Liang sighed, grabbed her, and pulled her out of bed. Xilin casually said thank you as she climbed out of the window, then landed gracefully, pressed the car key, and found the Lamborghini that had made the sound among the row of Valkyrie luxury cars parked outside the bar.

Shen Liang looked out the window and saw a black convertible supercar. He jumped directly from the fifth floor, opening and closing the teleportation screen before landing, and successfully landed next to the car.

“It’s not my favorite, but it’s okay. Can you drive it?” Celine glanced at the little bull and asked him. She did have her own favorite car, a silver Koenigsegg, but it wasn’t shipped from Germany.

“No,” Shen Liang said decisively. “I have learned how to ride a motorcycle, and I can also ride a horse. If I had to say, I’ve driven go-karts at a Tokyo amusement park.”

“Then you know how to drive. You drive. After all, I don’t even have a driver’s license. I always rely on a driver when I go out.” Xilin smiled and then lightly flipped and jumped into the passenger seat without even opening the door.

Shen Liang was taken aback.

He then got into the driver's seat, turned his head to look at Xilin who was reclining the seat and putting her legs up on the center console, and said helplessly, "You never even thought about driving yourself, you didn't even bring your shoes!"

Yes, Xilin still stubbornly went out without shoes. Usually, she would at least pretend to wear sandals even if she didn't walk, but now it was past four in the morning, and she wasn't worried about being seen at all, so she just floated around and walked without shoes.

"My shoes are hurting," Celine said nonchalantly. "Fasten your seatbelt."

A bluish-green flame erupted from the exhaust nozzles, and the engine roared furiously, jarringly piercing the quiet street and even illuminating a cluster of motion-sensor streetlights. Both of them paused, then Celine shrugged. "That was really loud."

The Lamborghini's headlights shone brightly, shooting straight out like a dazzling arrow against the night sky, its sound fading quickly along the street.

The night was deep, and the wind was cool.

Shen Liang finally breathed a sigh of relief after the sports car stopped at the food street in Chinatown.

"Not bad, you didn't crash." Xilin said approvingly from the side, still lying on the center console enjoying the high-speed driving, her ankle-length hair blown by the strong wind and scattered on the rear hood.

"I almost crashed four times, and you wouldn't let me brake!"

Yes, Shen Liang only dared to maintain a speed of 60 kilometers per hour on this road, which is not considered speeding at all! Because Xilin didn't wear a seatbelt at all in order to strike this relaxed pose. Without a seatbelt, he couldn't brake, otherwise Xilin would easily fly out of the convertible.

To be honest, Shen Liang didn't think it was a big deal if she flew out.

Ignoring the driver's complaints, Celine peered around. This was Chinatown, unlike the bar street; this area mainly consisted of various food stalls rather than a red-light district. Four o'clock was already closing time for the red-light district, but for Chinatown, there was no such thing as closing time; there was a day market during the day and a night market at night. There were still quite a few pedestrians around, and the shops on both sides of the street mainly sold late-night food stalls, with barbecue grills right outside, large parasols erected, and seats placed under the umbrellas. The air was filled with the aroma of grilled meat when the wind blew.

"People from China really know how to do business. There are still so many customers at four in the morning. In other places, it's almost impossible to see anyone on the street after midnight."

"Food is the most important thing for people, and eating at any time brings different feelings, so there have to be shops open at all times. Look, aren't we the customers they're waiting for?" Shen Liang changed the subject, "What would you like to eat?"

“I’m thinking about how to get off the bus,” Xilin suddenly said.

This nonsensical answer made Shen Liang tilt his head in surprise.

“I’m not wearing shoes,” Celine said succinctly.

"I told you to bring your shoes!" Shen Liang couldn't help but exclaim. Sure enough, she had always thought shoes were important from the beginning, but now she realized that the two of them were bound to encounter ordinary people when they went out to eat. How could Xilin land without shoes if she couldn't fly?

This girl is like the Princess and the Pea, who even finds shoes uncomfortable. How could you expect her to walk barefoot on a cement floor?

"What should we do then?" Shen Liang spread his hands.

Xilin remained silent, leaning against the center console, her firm breasts pressed against the surface. She calmly squinted at the brightly lit food stalls ahead, sniffing the aromas before continuing to keep quiet.

Shen Liang also saw the stalls ahead and asked helplessly, "Hungry?"

"Humph."

"Are you my sister? You're my ancestor!" Shen Liang said. "Never mind, I'm your cook for this headquarters operation, how can I let you go hungry? Come on up."

Shen Liang squatted down by the car door and patted his back.

Xilin looked at him with a strange expression.

"Hurry up, I'll carry you."

"Human, you...carry me?" Sirin whispered. "No one has ever carried me, not even Siegfried. This...this position is too intimate, I'm a little...tsk!"

Shen Liang chuckled, "What? Sister Xilin, you're thinking it's inappropriate now?"

"Mainly because you're human, you're a few centimeters shorter than me... Have you ever carried Kiana on your back?"

Shen Liang's mood instantly soured. "No!"

"Then you... Hmph, whatever, if you don't have it, you don't have it. But this doesn't really mean you stole anything from that idiot..." Xilin muttered.

"What do you say?"

Then he felt Celine float up lightly, her thighs, encased in finely knitted stockings, draped over his shoulders. Shen Liang chuckled. He'd said he wouldn't let her carry him, but the little queen clearly couldn't bear the humiliation of being barefoot. So she came onto his back... his back?

Right?

Shen Liang angrily shouted, "Sister Xilin! I came here to carry you, not for you to ride on!"

"Oh? Human, do you think I don't know what you're thinking? I'm not letting you touch my butt." Sirin straddled the boy's shoulders, ruffling his hair as she did so, her legs pressed together, and laughed proudly. "This looks more normal, human. We're different heights, a normal way of carrying me would just make me look like I'm bullying a child."

"Aren't you bullying a child right now?!" Shen Liang was so angry that she was incoherent.

"At least now we can't see the height difference. Okay, let's go, giddy up!" Celine squeezed his cheeks between her thighs, happily pointed forward, and wiggled her little bottom. "Pandora! Charge!"

Chapter Forty-Four: Feeding Each Other

A handsome young boy was seen carrying a white-haired girl who was riding him like a horse as they walked over, bickering with each other. The customers eating at the night market stall all looked on curiously.

Such a noisy and chaotic combination is quite strange, especially since it's the middle of the night. Among a group of people drinking beer, with their vests pulled up or shirtless, the two elegantly dressed beauties seem rather out of place.

Although they were all older brothers, the way they looked at them was with kind smiles. Regardless, the young man and woman were undeniably good-looking; to the guests, they seemed like a young student couple. The phrase "student couple" evokes admiration or nostalgia in people from any country or city.

After all, everyone has a wonderful past from their student days, or no one does, but the student days themselves are wonderful.

"Why are they all looking at me?" Celine wrinkled her nose and said unhappily.

"Because you are a beautiful girl."

Shouldn't I be looking at you?

"In the realm of the extraordinary, men are a scarce commodity, so I receive more attention than you. But in the secular world, a beautiful girl of your caliber would be the subject of countless street photography."

"Isn't that an invasion of my privacy?"

“If street photographers really want to take your picture, they will ask for your consent beforehand.”

"What if I get photographed without my consent?" Celine looked disgusted. "What if someone uses my photos to fantasize about me and do those kinds of things... just thinking about it makes me feel nauseous!"

"Who would dare to secretly photograph the eldest daughter of the Shaniat family? Your family's legal department is not to be trifled with." Shen Liang thought for a moment, then added, "But to be honest, I think there must be Valkyries in Destiny who admire you. Frankly speaking, if they were to vent their admiration and lust over your photos... the probability seems much higher than you being secretly photographed. Don't you care about that?"

Sirin pondered for a moment, "It seems so. If it's just those Valkyries fantasizing about me, as long as I don't know, I can ignore it. It's strange, why is this queen so hypocritical?"

"Because most Valkyries are beautiful girls?" Shen Liang speculated. "If someone showed me their photo... I don't think I'd care."

"As expected, humans are visual creatures, and so am I. Once you're born into a human family, you can't escape the inherent flaws of humanity." Sirin sat down on the plastic chair and commented, "A lowly and foolish race."

There were still more than a dozen dishes left over from the previous table. Perhaps it was another young couple having a late-night snack. They barely touched their chopsticks. The table was full of garlic oysters, vermicelli shrimp dumplings, grilled eggplant, and a grilled fish that had only been eaten twice.

After the two sat down, the waitress, a woman in her forties, came to clear the table. Seeing the table laden with leftover food, she paused in her busy work.

Xilin glanced at her out of the corner of her eye, then suddenly reached out, picked up a shrimp dumpling, and took a bite.

"Hey sir, this is what was left over from the previous table..." The waiter exclaimed, looking at the elegant, white-haired little queen in front of him with utter astonishment at her rude actions.

"The food tasted just right, and you're going to throw all this away? Your restaurant is so wasteful! Shameful!" Xilin said coldly. "Bring some containers, pack it up yourselves, and take it with you. I can't stand seeing people dump food into the trash can in front of me. It's fine if you pack it up and then dump it in the back, just don't let me see it!"

The aunt was taken aback at first, then a surprised smile immediately appeared on her face. She seemed to realize something and quickly suppressed her smile. She hurriedly grabbed takeout containers, packed the food on the table, wiped the table clean, and then hurriedly returned to the kitchen with the mountain of takeout containers in her arms.

Shen Liang looked over and saw several waitresses looking at him and Xilin, whispering something and laughing in a friendly and simple way.

Shen Liang turned around and looked at the little queen.

"What are you looking at! Time to order!" Xilin snorted.