Star Dome Railway, I'm really good at swallowing!

"Kafka...she should know something."

Thinking of this, Han Xing lay on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

In an unknown fortress.

Kafka and Silver Wolf separated in the corridor.

　"Hmm~ I'm a little tired~"

"Since the mission is complete, I will go back and rest~Silver Wolf."

"Okay." Silver Wolf stared at the phone screen and replied subconsciously.

"Don't stay up late playing with your phone, you have a mission tomorrow."

Kafka smiled and closed the door, blocking out Silver Wolf's dissatisfied gaze.

The decoration in the room is very elegant, with a hint of classical charm.

Kafka lovingly placed her coat on the hanger and turned on the old gramophone beside her.

The elegant and soothing music echoed in Kafka's ears, and a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Walking to the bed, Kafka set her eyes on the doll in the center of the bed, and the smile on her lips grew a little more.

Kafka held the "Little Hanxing" given to her by Hanxing in her arms and rubbed the soft face with her hands.

When Han Xing created this body, he didn't actually think too much about it. He just wanted to protect Kafka's safety to a certain extent and chat with Kafka when he was free.

So he subconsciously used the "shadow" and the abundant power in his body to create a body that was not much different from the real body.

However, this puppet does not need to eat or sleep, and it will not move unless Han Xing's consciousness is projected over to it.

Kafka pinched "Little Hanxing's face" for a while, and only went into the bathroom after she was satisfied.

The smart housekeeper in the apartment had already prepared hot water for it and even thoughtfully added a few flower petals in it.

Kafka took off her dirty clothes and was about to get into the bathtub when she suddenly remembered something and turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

A moment later, Kafka got into the bathtub holding the stripped "Little Cold Star".

"Well, now we're all set."

Kafka stretched comfortably, her graceful curves inviting her imagination. She leaned over to sniff Little Cold Star.

"It doesn't have a dirty smell. Although I don't know what Xiaoxing is made of, it's better to clean it when the time comes."

As soon as she finished speaking, Kafka was about to take action.

But at this moment, the "little cold star" in her arms suddenly moved.

"Ok?"

Kafka raised an eyebrow, thinking she was too tired and saw it wrongly.

After poking "Little Cold Star" with his hand, he prepared to clean it again.

Paji——!

The "little cold star" in front of him suddenly reached out and patted his own face, and his eyes, which had been closed, opened.

"Strange... Why is the signal from this body so poor? I tried for a long time before I succeeded."

Han Xing tilted her head and clenched her hands. It took her a while to get used to it.

Han Xing frowned and looked at the fog around him, then lowered his head in confusion and picked up a petal.

"What kind of place is this, and where's Kafka?"

The strange thing is that she has no ability here. At this moment, her golden eyes can't even see through the most ordinary mist.

"Ok?"

Han Xing, who was groping around, suddenly stopped, and her little hand touched a slime-like object.

Han Xing withdrew his hand and touched it again in confusion.

"What is this thing? It seems so sinful."

"Ahem~Xiaoxing, you..."

A familiar voice sounded, and Han Xing looked up in confusion.

Kafka's face was full of embarrassment at the moment, and she even didn't dare to look at Han Xing's face.

Han Xing looked at herself and then at Kafka.

"Oh~~"

"I must have traveled through time."

Han Xing was talking to himself, and he was about to turn around and sit down, then run away quickly.

Are you kidding? She Han is not a fool. Even if her vision and ability are blocked, she understands what is going on.

Although she didn't care what Kafka did with her body, it was really embarrassing that she suddenly caught her doing it.

Han Xing's toes were almost digging out a three-bedroom apartment in the bathtub.

"Ahem—!"

Kafka saw that Han Xing wanted to run away, and hurriedly hugged Han Xing from behind.

"Xiaoxing, wait a moment..."

Kafka's tone was a little unnatural.

"If I say I just saw that 'Little Cold Star' was dirty, so I took the opportunity to wash it in the shower, would you... believe me?"

"Forehead..."

The cold star clams live.

How could she answer? Could she just say she didn't believe it?

"I believe it!" Han Xing said firmly.

"Hey~"

Kafka covered her face, feeling that her image had been shattered in her cub's heart.

but...

Isn’t this also a good opportunity?

Kafka hasn't taken a bath with Han Xing for a long time.

"Well, come on, Xiaoxing!"

"You must cooperate with me~"

After half an hour.

Kafka sat on the bed, carefully wiping the gray hair of "Little Cold Star" with a towel in her hand.

"Hmm~"

Han Xing made a sound of comfort that made no sense, and Kafka chuckled. She reached out and pinched Han Xing's face, then asked:

"You little pervert, why do you choose a time like this to come here? What's wrong with you?"

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Chapter 305 Kafka: The price is sleeping with me~

"Do you have any questions?"

Kafka's words made Han Xing stunned for a moment. He turned around to look at the face he saw for the first time after waking up in this world, and suddenly realized that he seemed to know very little about the person in front of him.

Or rather...know nothing.

Han Xing lowered her eyes and burrowed into Kafka's arms.

"I have something to confess to you."

Kafka chuckled, touched Han Xing's head, and asked slowly:

"What's the matter? If it's about me... there are some things I can't tell you right now~"

"No...it's about me, about Han Xing."

Han Xing's voice was a little muffled. She hugged Kafka, as if she was afraid of losing something.

Kafka's hand, which was stroking Han Xing's little head, paused slightly. She had long noticed that something was wrong with Han Xing's mood, but she had not expected it to reach this point.

"Well, I'll listen carefully. Don't be afraid."

Kafka's gentle voice sounded, but when it fell into Han Xing's ears, it made her feel even more uneasy.

After a long time, Han Xing seemed to have finally made up her mind. She raised her head and looked at Kafka.

"I."

"Maybe not the 'star' you remember."

"Oh?" Kafka was slightly stunned and asked in confusion: "What... does this mean?"

Han Xing continued to explain: "I...I don't want to lie to you, nor do I want to enjoy your unconditional love for me so openly."

"The 'Star' you know was already dead when I traveled to this world."

Han Xing lowered her head after she finished speaking. She didn't dare to look at Kafka's face.

For others, there are March 7th, White Dew, Thirteen Heroes... and so on.

Han Xing believed that he had given enough sincerity and paid enough price to gain their trust and love.

She has no regrets.

But what about Kafka?

She is different...

The one Kafka loves is most likely the real protagonist whose life was taken away by the cold star - "Star".

And she, Han Xing, is nothing more than a despicable plunderer.

She stole the life that should have belonged to "Star".

Han Xing lowered her head, quietly waiting for Kafka's attack. Her heart was in turmoil at the moment. She even felt more nervous than when facing those strong enemies.

Han Xing was afraid... afraid that after she confessed everything, Kafka would ignore her from then on, and even seek revenge for herself...

She didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"I'm sorry, I...I shouldn't have kept it from you..."

"puff--!"

Han Xing was halfway through his words when he heard a laugh.

Raising his head slightly, he saw Kafka opposite him with a rare expression of excitement on her face.

"Haha~ Although I think that expression of someone who did something wrong and got their parents called is quite amusing, it doesn't seem right if I don't say anything."

Kafka reached out and gently rubbed Han Xing's head and said:

"Xiaoxing, did you take out that 'star core' and do anything with it?"

Han Xing nodded.

"What's the result?"

"It exploded, but the body didn't react at all." Han Xing lowered his head and answered honestly.

"Haha~"

Kafka chuckled again and reached out to tap Han Xing's forehead.

"Of course. How could the rules of this world allow two of you to appear? Don't do this kind of thing next time."