Becoming Their Guiding Spirit

The three of them couldn’t help but frown. They now naturally understood the severity of the situation.

”Hah! I really thought there would be some passionate interaction since you and Lin Qingyan haven’t seen each other in so long. I didn’t expect there to be nothing.”

On the soft, brand-name mattress in the guesthouse, Nian bounced non-stop, her mouth rattling on and on.

”Are you misunderstanding something?” Lucas Reeve looked at Nian, speechless.

”It is indeed a misunderstanding.”

Nearby, Laurentina, walking barefoot on the soft carpet in her translucent black stockings, sat down on the sofa next to Lucas Reeve. She habitually crossed her legs, her perfect little foot dangling up and down.

Although they had their own rooms, they still liked to gather in Lucas Reeve’s room to chat before bed.

”After all, that Lin Qingyan had a cold face for all of us, but the moment she saw you, she revealed a tiny, tiny smile. That’s *so* misleading.”

Lucas Reeve didn’t want to engage with Laurentina’s teasing and lay down on the bed directly.

”I’m logging off to switch to another account. Good night.”

*Tsk...*

Laurentina tsked and smiled charmingly. ”You’re a big man, just leaving your body here with a bunch of us girls. Aren’t you worried we’ll do something bad to your body?”

”Do whatever.”

Lucas Reeve directly switched accounts and left.

With Lucas Reeve’s consciousness gone, Laurentina lost much of her interest. If she were the only one here, she really would dare to do something bad. But there were quite a few people here. Even if she wanted to, Surtr and Skadi probably wouldn’t allow it either.

The few of them didn’t bother going back to their own rooms and just slept in the one room.

Lucas Reeve switched accounts and first went to check on Jessica. Since it was already late, Jessica was also getting ready for bed. After saying goodnight to Jessica, Lucas Reeve went to the Reunion Movement. Since the Reunion Movement had no nightlife, Alina was already asleep. Lucas Reeve didn’t disturb her, and finally went to Sora’s place.

He had to admit.

Today had been quite peaceful. Originally, Lucas Reeve thought that after Magallan arrived, something huge would happen. Unexpectedly, nothing happened. What a joyous occasion.

Sora got off work very late again today. He didn’t hear the door open until around eleven o’clock.

Rope had been living at Sora’s house for some time now and had gradually gotten used to this life, which was completely different from her original one in the slums. So... this is what milk tastes like. So... washing machines really are convenient. So... taking a bath is this comfortable. So... the air conditioner is actually kind of cold.

With nothing to do at Sora’s house, Rope simply started doing the housework, taking care of tidying up and such while Sora wasn’t home.

”You’re home late today.”

Seeing Sora return, Lucas Reeve’s bear-doll account was carried by Rope to the entryway.

”Ooh! Bailey! Rope!”

A weary Sora hugged Lucas Reeve and spun around, then hugged Rope. She quickly took off her clothes and changed into loose-fitting pajamas.

”I can’t help it. Didn’t I take a month off before? So I have to make up for it during this time. And Sister Zhang also wants to find a way to restore my image, so I proposed holding a concert in the slums. A charity concert! That would definitely boost my popularity. And guess what.”

Sora picked up the milk Rope had poured on the table in advance and chugged it in one go.

”What?”

Sora pouted: ”Of course she rejected it flat out. Sister Zhang even said that if I proposed that abstract idea again, she would immediately resign and hang herself.”

”That’s impossible, of course.”

Lucas Reeve said, sitting on the carpet. ”If I were your agent, I wouldn’t allow it either. It’s not about the money, it’s mainly about the danger.”

Beside them, Rope, who was born in the slums, also nodded quickly. ”That’s right, Sora. I know exactly how dangerous the slums are. It’s a chaotic mix of people. Holding a concert there really is... not just *very* dangerous.”

”But.....”

Sora was a little dejected. ”It’s my dream. I really want to bring my songs to everyone in the slums.”

”Oh, right, Bailey,” Sora said.