Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

[Jin Xing's son-in-law: My last wish before I die is to post a lewd picture.]

The phone notification sounded softly, sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet Starry Sky Train Party Carriage.

Xing was leaning back on the soft sofa, watching the dazzling Milky Way constantly flowing outside the window, aimlessly whiling away the leisure time of his interstellar voyage.

Upon hearing the message notification tone, she looked down and her gaze fell on the chat interface.

The message was sent by an online friend she had known for a long time, whose username was: Venus's Son-in-Law.

Despite the inexplicable distance and dimension between them, they have maintained contact ever since the beginning of Belloberg.

The other party is known for being sarcastic and joking, and their daily remarks are often unserious.

This made Xing feel that the other person's personality was very compatible with hers.

Therefore, the two maintained contact.

As for the other party asking her to send erotic pictures, Xing didn't take it to heart at all, thinking it was just the other party making idle jokes.

With a casual swipe of my finger, I found a snapshot of my daily life and sent it to the sender.

In the photo, she has cool gray hair and pale skin. Her clothes have slipped slightly off her shoulders, revealing half of her snow-white, rounded breasts. She has a cool temperament with a touch of coquettishness.

[Galaxy Baseball Man: Images]

The message was sent out almost instantly, and the reply appeared on the other end.

[Jin Xing's son-in-law: I think I can still be saved.]

Xing stared at the nonsensical reply on the screen, and paused for a moment.

Although it was still the same playful tone as always, for some reason, a subtle sense of unease inexplicably swept through her heart.

This feeling was fleeting, and she quickly attributed it to the other person's usual eccentric style.

She curled her lip in disdain and muttered something under her breath.

"Hmph...men."

These three simple words perfectly encapsulate her understanding of this online friend: lecherous and capricious, always finding new ways to amuse himself.

Sometimes she wondered if the person opposite her was a masked fool, or if it was just Hanabi playing a role and teasing her.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a lively and curious voice suddenly darted out from the side.

"What man?"

March 7th, sporting a head of fluffy pink short hair, suddenly leaned in, her little head completely blocking Xing's eyes and obscuring the phone screen.

Her face was full of curious anticipation, her eyes sparkling, as if she wanted to hear some big news.

Before Xing could explain, March 7's gaze fell on the lit phone screen, where she clearly saw the photo of a woman with her bare shoulders.

The next second, March 7th froze on the spot, his pupils contracted slightly, and his face was filled with disbelief.

She couldn't help but gasp, her voice filled with utter shock.

"How could you send your private photos to someone else?!"

Looking at that exposed half...

On March 7th, her cheeks flushed slightly, too embarrassed to look any further.

The commotion on March 7th was quite significant; a crisp exclamation instantly shattered the tranquility of the party carriage, immediately drawing the attention of everyone present.

The train crew members, who were originally killing time on their own, gradually gathered around.

Himeko was the first to step forward. She put down her coffee cup, her gentle eyes showing a hint of confusion, and asked softly, "What happened?"

Although the train is usually noisy, March 7's exclamation still drew everyone's attention.

Dan Heng, who is usually taciturn and sparing with words, stopped what he was doing and spoke up for once.

He uttered a long question, his cool voice tinged with worry.

"What do you mean by 'private photos'?"

Although March 7th is naturally loud and boisterous.

But for March 7th to lose his composure like this, this matter is clearly not ordinary.

Finally, Walter Young arrived. He gently pushed up his glasses, a hint of curiosity flickering in his calm and gentle eyes. His gaze fell on Xing's phone as he quietly awaited an answer.

In an instant, Xing, who was playing on her phone alone, was surrounded by several friends.

Seeing the probing gazes cast upon him by everyone, even the usually shameless Pioneer felt his cheeks flush slightly, revealing a rare moment of awkwardness and helplessness.