Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'

Glina smiled, slightly lifting the hem of her dress to reveal the front of her sandals and her fair, cute toes. Her nails were painted with a delicate hue, resembling some sort of exquisite delicacy, extremely tempting. Even without touching, just staring could be satisfying.

"Normally, I don't show this to strangers. But for a man like you, you're truly pitiful. If you hadn't met me, you might never find a woman willing to treat you well in this lifetime, right?"

Glina covered her face with her fan and spoke with an aloof gaze as if looking at small fish:

"You truly are a pitiful person. Seeing you makes even a stone-hearted woman like me feel sorry for you. Since just now, your gaze has been avoiding me, right? What's wrong? Never seen a woman as beautiful as me?"

Caramel Snail did not reply; he's not good at communication and doesn't know how to respond in such situations.

Actually, after spending more time with Caramel Snail, you'd find that he's a good-natured person, straightforward, without ill intent. Typically, he pays no mind to scolding or personal attacks and silently endures grievances on his own.

"Or perhaps you've never met a girl who cared for you in the past? Ah, I get it — you're the kind who's been heartbroken by a bad woman, so you dare not raise your head to face women anymore and even claim, 'Women affect my sword-drawing speed,' as a laughable rookie, right."

Clack—

A fist clenched inexplicably, and Caramel Snail raised his head, staring directly at Glina with green eyes.

Glina spoke leisurely, her platinum eyes filled with charm:

"I can make an exception and show you the top of my feet—"

"Who the hell cares."

Caramel Snail said coldly:

"Do you think just relying on your vulgar and pretentious looks can sway me?"

Glina was taken aback.

"What did you say..."

"Vulgar and pretentious."

Caramel Snail said unceremoniously:

"Gaudy, inferior, foolishly alluring, merely an empty shell without thought—a spectre without thoughts. No, even if I casually find a contracted spectre from Yueyue, it might have more enriching experiences than you."

"Do you know who you're speaking to?"

Glina said with a heavy gaze, in a cold voice:

"Truly shameless, who gave you the courage to be so insolent to a demigod—"

"Even if you're a demigod, it doesn't prevent you from having vulgar thoughts and narrow perspectives."

Caramel Snail sneered:

"You also know you're a demigod—why don't you look back and see how much gold your demigod title truly holds?"

Glina's face turned icy: "Nonsense."

"Apart from the High Dragon Race lineage, what talent do you possess?"

Glina laughed softly and said: "Truly laughable."

"Without the Narrative Civilization supporting you, where do you get your resources and pathway?"

Glina flicked her fan: "None of your business."

Caramel Snail didn't stop, brewing slightly.

As a man dull and tongue-tied, he actually wasn't skilled at cursing.

Glina's words earlier were too much.

Saying things about him is one thing; after all, he's carefree.

But still.

...Why say, 'You've never met a girl who cared for you in the past'?

"Indeed, you're truly beautiful. Even claiming you're the universe's number one beauty isn't too far—yet this facade was granted by your divine mother Redd Gold, what's it to you."

Relying on his height advantage, Caramel Snail poked Glina's forehead, mocking:

"Miss, your noble body which never touches earthly chores, probably doesn't even know how to write 'effort,' yet wants to empathize with others, pretending to understand them—perhaps you're the one without friends, hence the pretense."

Glina opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Caramel Snail's attacks thoroughly overpowered her.

"I understand you; you're surely that type of person, I've heard others say—actually, you haven't met many people."

"Truly pitiful, centuries caged by your mother, relying only on the internet for communication. Bad moods leading to slashing your arms with small knives, oh, such long blood streaks. See how unfortunate I am, why don't you sympathize with me."

"Truly stressing your mother Redd Gold, being Chief God, yet raising such a child like you. Busy handling affairs daily. Fearful of shattering your heart, yet she still has to spare attention to care for you. But it didn't take long for you to discover this trick doesn't work; your mother doesn't care about you and starts having other children and practicing with smaller figures, boo-hoo, nobody wants you—"

Caramel Snail, not skilled at words, wanted to continue but heard a sudden shout.

"—Shut up!"

Glina clenched her fan, eyes red, her crystalline platinum eyes flashing with a complex and distinctive expression. She bit her lower lip, her slender shoulders shaking, letting out whimpers and low growls as if she were a young beast trapped and bleeding from hurt.

"Don't let you... keep talking."

"Why are you crying?"

Caramel Snail bewildered:

"I didn't say anything much, just remarked you have no friends in reality, disliked by family, even feigning illness won't get attention—"

"Enough! Enough! Enough enough enough—boo!"

Glina gritted her teeth, hugging her shoulders, her chest rising and falling incessantly, repeatedly stomping her feet occasionally, like venting anger. Her eyes already tinged with light red makeup, with tears bursting after, making her appear pitiful.

"Boo... uh boo, boo boo boo huh uh boo...…"

She cupped her face in her hands, maybe it's the wrath attacking her mind, her face turned hot and red, then turned pale without any blood color.

Unfortunately, for Caramel Snail, such tactics have no effect.

"Still pretending." Caramel Snail said speechless: "At your age, do you think I'll believe you? Aren't you just reliant on your looks, financial power, and status to charm others into serving you? What else do you have?"

"The lineage was given by your mother, strength by the Narrative Civilization, wealth brought by your status."

"Truly laughable, do you have any unique talent of your own? Can't even draw, sing or dance? Yet have the nerve to tour performances? Spinning circles and embarrassing."

After speaking, Caramel Snail suddenly realized something was wrong.

Glina dropped her fan, collapsing against the tree, burying her head deep in her arms, her shoulders trembling like leaves in the wind, occasionally emitting sobbing sounds.

She seemed to be muttering something; he listened closely and found it was a repetition of several words:

'No…', 'say...', 'sorry...'

Caramel Snail stood in place, facing the crying Glina, his heart in turmoil.

He wasn't thinking about what to do when the girl breaks down, but deeply pondering:

"Bad, could it be she truly doesn't have friends, with the feigned illness strategy exposed and then loathed by her family?"