Fengguang didn’t care whether she could outrun the Zerg or not. She told herself these giant bugs were already injured—surely they couldn’t move that fast… probably…
She kicked off her bothersome high heels and, once she got close enough to the boy, grabbed his hand and took off running in the opposite direction of the Zerg. Even in a situation this life-threatening, she still found the breath to comfort the poor kid between gasps, “Don’t be scared. You’re small and skinny—if they catch us, they’ll eat me first.”
As for what would happen after she was eaten… well, that was out of her hands.
The boy looked up at her. Her wavy hair fluttered in the wind as they ran, the hem of her red dress trailing behind her. Her bare feet slapped against the ground, growing dirtier with every step. Under the dazzling stars of the galaxy, there was a kind of wild beauty to the scene.
Curiosity sparked in his pitch-black eyes—he had never met a human like this before.
After what felt like forever, Fengguang finally had to stop. She released the boy’s hand, bent over, braced herself on her knees, and panted heavily. When she saw the Zerg weren’t chasing them anymore, she plopped down on the ground and exclaimed, “I can’t do this anymore! I’ve never run so much in my life!”
The boy remained standing. Despite all the running, he looked completely unbothered—heart rate steady, breath calm—as if he was born to be this graceful.
Fengguang blinked, raised her hand, and poked his clean, fair cheek with one dusty finger. “How are you so calm? You were this close to dying just now.”
“I won’t die.” The boy pulled out a pristine white handkerchief from who knows where and began gently wiping the spot she had touched.
Feeling a little insulted, Fengguang mischievously smeared her whole hand across the other side of his face. The calm expression he wore froze instantly, and she burst into laughter.
From the shadows, Zerg began creeping out.
Still giddy from their narrow escape, Fengguang was in a good mood. “Kids are only cute when they’re like this. If you kept acting all serious and grown-up, that’d be no fun. You’re so pretty—it makes people happy just to look at you. If you weren’t this good-looking, I probably wouldn’t have risked my life to save you. But how can someone like you only ever have one expression?”
The boy paused. In the darkness, the Zerg receded again.
Fengguang tilted her head. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“…Do you think it’s a good thing—that I look nice?”
“Of course,” Fengguang replied. “Why wouldn’t it be? Isn’t being good-looking a good thing in this world?”
“For some people,” he said quietly, “being good-looking isn’t necessarily a good thing.”
Fengguang didn’t quite understand. She looked at him curiously. “Then… do you think I look good?”
The boy searched his mind for a proper answer. “You’re prettier than the women in the textbooks.”
“Textbooks…” Fengguang thought for a moment before remembering—women were extremely rare in this world. Practically national treasures. If someone wanted to learn about them, textbooks might be the only option. But then she teasingly asked, “How do you know I’m a woman? Maybe I’m just an Omega crossdressing in a skirt.”
The boy stepped a little closer and gently lifted a strand of hair from her chest. He gave a soft chuckle. “Your pheromones smell nice.”
Wait a second…
Did she just get flirted with by a kid?
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