A sense of awkwardness quietly gathered in the safe house surrounded by shattered mirror fragments, and for a moment, no one spoke.
The vampire girl, who had successfully overcome her rational self, elegantly sat by the round table, maintaining her usual graceful demeanor from gesture to expression, and took a sip from the teacup before her.
Yu Sheng couldn't help but admire how a vampire could drink red tea so calmly under such circumstances; Baili Qing's face, cultivated through years of facial discipline, was delicate in comparison...
Of course, he kept this thought to himself, knowing it would take Erin to speak up —
The puppet, whose arm had just been attached, pointed at Red: "Still drinking! You've almost drained Yu Sheng dry!"
Yu Sheng quickly tried to smooth things over: "Not drained dry, not drained dry. I managed to recover at the end, didn't I..."
Red finally put down the teacup, a slightly stiff expression on his face: "So, therefore..."
