Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Azure Star, Foggy City, Home.

Black Tower lay on the edge of the bathtub, resting her head on her arm, her eyes shimmering as she gazed into the distance.

Water sprayed from the showerhead, gliding over Qi Zhimu's neck and shoulders, and finally flowing down his strong, muscular back.

A few words flashed through her mind.

Good shoulders.

Easy to back up.

Good back.

Nice butt.

Nice legs...

The feel of touching it and the sensation of having your legs clamped between your legs are simply wonderful.

For hundreds of years, she had been thinking of Qi Zhimu, and her feelings for him had only grown stronger and stronger, with nowhere to be expressed.

Now that we finally have a place to put it, we naturally have to enjoy it properly.

To use a popular internet meme: I've been thinking about him for so many years, can't I enjoy myself now?

Hesitating for even half a second is disrespectful to the delicious food.

As he admired the shower gel, Qi Zhimu turned around and squeezed out some.

"Well……"

Upon seeing a certain spot, Black Tower subconsciously raised his hand, staring at her fair wrist.

When Qi Zhimu fought with her, the width of the stick was almost as wide as his wrist...

The first time we fought, it almost hurt so much I cried.

Fortunately, she quickly adapted to the intensity.

I have to thank Ruan Mei. Two years ago, I gave her a medicine as a birthday gift.

It doesn't have any special effects; it just strengthens the body and makes one immune to all diseases.

She could reverse aging and maintain her youthful appearance forever, which is possible, but not really necessary.

No, I can't watch anymore.

Watching this makes me want to fight again; I need to control myself.

It's not too late to punish Qi Zhimu after we've finished dealing with the things that need to be done in the near future.

It was agreed that if I answered a question wrong, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed for a whole day.

Qi Zhimu's body will be fine because she has... magic.

If one can reverse one's own aging, then one can certainly reverse the time of others in parts...

For example, after a long day of work, you can return to the energetic state you were in half a day ago.

and so--

The fields will not be damaged during cultivation.

Unfortunately, Black Tower could never have imagined that Qi Zhimu would suddenly comprehend a new skill.

She's not the only one who can grasp the concepts and applications of time...

The Black Tower pulls out a screen, allowing users to browse current events in the galaxy as usual.

Usually, when she takes a bath, a doll does these things for her.

Now that Qi Zhimu is here, even puppets have things they shouldn't see and can't see. Puppets that have activated their autonomous thinking mode must be kept out of the way.

If one of the dolls goes berserk and has some inappropriate ideas, it will have to be manually scrapped, which is troublesome.

The once-in-a-century family gathering, the "Harmony Ceremony," invites all factions of the galaxy to Pinocchio.

Multiple factions are known to have received invitations, and this is reportedly the first time the Pinocchio family has publicly extended formal invitations to various factions in the galaxy.

Interstellar Peace Corporation was also among those invited. Diamond, the head of strategic investment, stated that they would carefully assess the significance of the family's move and would respond proactively and amicably.

[The Annihilation Lord, Burning Wind, has appeared in the Tiana system, which, according to the Mourning Musician, has been destroyed.]

The antimatter army is wreaking havoc across the entire galaxy, causing countless catastrophes and destruction. The company urges the public to recognize the importance of data protection.

"boring."

Black Tower wasn't interested in any of this. He casually swiped the screen with his thumb, then suddenly stopped and quickly scrolled back.

[Interstellar Peace Entertainment Today's Fun Fact: According to statistics from multiple social surveys and studies, C cup is generally considered the ideal size for human males, accounting for approximately 30%-40%.]

D cup and above are the next most popular, accounting for about 20%-25% of the total. B cup accounts for about 15%-20%, while A cup and below represent a niche group, typically accounting for the smallest percentage, not exceeding 5%.

"..."

Upon seeing the size reference chart attached to the end of this statistical news article, Heita involuntarily lowered his head and immediately choked up.

Even B is barely acceptable.

Then she glanced at Qi Zhimu, and looked away a few seconds later.

Recalling the recent fights, Qi Zhimu's gaze and the direction of his hands' attacks gradually turned sour.

It just so happens that Ruan Mei will be coming to the space station soon. As a genius scientist in the field of life sciences, getting a cup size without any side effects should be a piece of cake, right?

In addition, he has a reserved personality and rarely asks about most of her requests, which avoids awkward explanations.

or--

Let Ruan Mei develop some targeted drugs, and maybe she could improve them?

Anyway, it won't take that guy long; he can get it done quickly.

Black Tower couldn't help but think this way.

She was very satisfied with Qi Zhimu in every way, but it seemed she never considered whether the latter was satisfied with her in every way.

When they fight, Qi Zhimu's hands most often visit her waist, shoulders, legs, and buttocks.

…but the frontal protrusion is very rare.

Although it was an investigation report issued by Interstellar Peace Entertainment, it must have been screened by big data and was not just talking nonsense. Qi Zhimu's preferences can also be confirmed.

"What are you thinking about so intently?"

"I'm thinking about increasing... I'm thinking about simulating the universe..."

Black Tower changed his tune in time, realizing how close he had come to disaster, and hurriedly swiped away from the screen.

She was so distracted that she didn't even notice when Qi Zhimu turned off the shower and walked to the bathtub.

A strange glint flashed in Qi Zhimu's eyes. He didn't speak, but stepped into the bathtub and sat down opposite the black tower.

Black Tower was unwilling, so she turned her back to him and leaned into his arms, resting the back of her head on his shoulder with a sense of entitlement.

Qi Zhimu reached out and wrapped his arms around the slender waist of the woman beneath the Black Tower's water.

This simple and natural action became yet another powerful piece of evidence in Black Tower's mind.

Why the waist?

It's clearly more suitable above the waist, and the feel is better... Ugh!

It's because it lacks feel!

It's decided. I'll ask Ruan Mei for help as soon as she arrives.

They borrow their own special artifacts, conduct research on their own space station, and even keep what they are researching very secret.

Ask her to do something small, and I doubt she will or can refuse.

Neither of them spoke, enjoying a moment of peace and relaxation.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three points...

Five full minutes passed, and Black Tower was still getting restless.

Even after all this, there's still no reaction...

If she weren't in the water, her reaction wouldn't have been concealed at all; isn't that enough to prove something?

"…Honey, I have a question…"

"..."

Qi Zhimu opened his eyes, paused for a moment, and then said:

"You want to ask me if I prefer big or small, right...?"

"How did you know—" Black Tower's ears turned red: "...You really saw it, so tell the truth, don't worry about my feelings and say something against your conscience."

"Of course it's big breasts and a perky butt. It's an instinct ingrained in human male genes. Guys who like to talk nonsense are either lacking in energy or are a very small minority of people with a particular type of sexual orientation."

As she wished, Qi Zhimu was very honest.

Black Tower was mentally prepared, but hearing the truth still made him pout unhappily.

However, before she could speak, she noticed that Qi Zhimu had instantly switched to combat mode and was attacking from behind without any regard for martial ethics. He slightly lifted her up and launched an attack.

"...What are you doing!"

Black Tower gasped instinctively, his body trembling involuntarily.

"I'll tell you the answer. No matter what kind of person you are, as long as it's you, it has to be you first. Otherwise, no matter how big you are, it's meaningless to me."

……

The book review results are in. It seems a reader suggested the name, saying that the all-knowing reader has more ideas than the name-choosing failure Hagi Fantasy.

New readers will see this title, while existing readers will see the same one. Unfortunately, "得吃" (de chi) didn't surpass "申鹤" (shen he), so it had to be changed to "得手" (de shou).