Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

When Lu Ze opened his eyes again, he felt the whole world soften.

It took him several seconds to refocus his blurred vision before he realized—he was lying on his side on the lap of the Great Black Tower.

Holy crap, a lap pillow, it's actually a lap pillow.

The ultimate reward in the world of anime and manga has fallen into my lap.

I really want to capture this moment and turn it into a meme: Even my Fu Xuan has never rested his head on my lap.jpg

Luze's brain started working at high speed after a brief pause.

He only remembered that the Great Black Tower teleported him away from the Devouring End, and then his tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and he fainted.

I never expected to wake up to this kind of benefit.

He carefully turned his head, and his gaze met the perfect face of the Great Black Tower without any obstruction.

She had her eyes closed, her breathing even and gentle, as if she were fast asleep.

Lu Ze quickly turned back, his cheek pressed against the smooth, soft black silk thigh again.

The amazing and subtle elasticity was transmitted to his face through the thin black stockings, and he could even vaguely feel the temperature of the skin below and the slight undulation of the muscles on the inside of his thighs.

The sensation was too much; he almost unconsciously turned his head slightly and rubbed his cheek against that soft surface.

Just then, a small, fair, and cool hand climbed onto his earlobe.

"Is it soft?"

A flat, monotonous sound came from above.

Lu Ze felt a shiver run down his spine upon hearing this.

This is a life-or-death question. A soft answer means death, a hard answer also means death, and no answer means death even faster.

"Black Tower, you're awake?"

He stiffly turned to look at her, trying to change the subject with nonsense, but his head showed no intention of leaving her lap.

"I didn't sleep," the big black tower said irritably.

Does she have such a big heart?

How could she possibly fall asleep when she was unconscious and the enemy could catch up at any moment?

"Hahaha..."

Lu Ze smiled awkwardly, his mind racing.

In other words, the Black Tower had seen all of his little tricks.

The big black tower didn't react immediately, but instead gently kneaded Lu Ze's earlobe with its delicate fingertips.

It seems they are weighing whether to teach him a lesson or let him off the hook.

With kind intentions, she moved him to a safe place, letting him rest his head on her lap so he could lie more comfortably.

He actually managed to piggyback on it.

If I hadn't made a sound, would he have secretly taken another bite?

What a lecherous brat!

But then again, this little guy really did risk his life to protect me just now.

Now his hair is completely white, and even the Black Tower feels a little guilty.

Of course, this doesn't mean she has any special feelings for Lu Ze.

She's lived for so many years, and her real age is old enough to be Lu Ze's grandmother. It's impossible that she would have any feelings for a little kid just because of a mere act of heroism.

She was more interested in him than anything else.

I was simply lusting after his secrets, nothing more.

Daheita's hands didn't stop moving; he was still considering whether punishment or reward was better.

But this caused Lu Ze a lot of trouble.

He felt the softness and warmth on his face, the delicate touch of her slender fingertips rubbing his ears, and the refreshing scent of violets emanating from her body.

All these stimuli combined to assault his senses from all angles.

He could already feel certain parts of his body changing uncontrollably, and if this continued, he was afraid he would make a huge fool of himself.