"It was something assisted by the people from the Banquet of the Gods, and as a return, I worked for them for a period."
Farina pouted, looking pitiful: "The enemies back then were really strong."
She suddenly leaned close to Li Ang, the softness of her body transmitting a scorching heat, a scent like pine roasted by flames rose into his nostrils.
"You don't need to tell me that."
Li Ang wasn't too used to her kind of closeness, even many years ago. That tall mature figure with exaggerated curves, he'd never seen anything like it except in the Ox Race.
"Oh?" Farina seemed even more interested, and leaned in closer to him.
"That kind of shyness at the age of teens was the cutest, later you always wore a stern face calculating this and that. Could it be that after reopening the group, your mentality has returned to the past?
"If you keep being so cute, big sister will find you more and more appetizing."
