The King of Black Fog

In the room, there were nurse uniforms, sailor outfits, flight attendant uniforms, Han dresses, witch costumes, female teacher skirt suits, various sexy skirts, and some anime character costumes.

Li Changzhou could understand Du Hua's thoughts to some extent; men are lustful, after all. In the animal kingdom, it's often the males that crazily pursue the females (even willing to be eaten) for the species to propagate.

But he would never forgive the act of 'using force'.

His criminal law teacher often said that a person is free to think about whatever they want, but they can't act on all of those thoughts.

Li Changzhou sighed again in his heart. Wanting a person who had gained a special ability to voluntarily restrain themselves and control their desires was as impossible as asking humans to give up war.

He didn't even check the computer for any content involving privacy and simply burned the hard drive.

After a thorough search in the room, he found two 4TB hard drives and burned those as well.

"All done," Li Changzhou said as he returned to the rooftop.

"Were there any peeping toms?" Li Qianxia asked with concern.

"I didn't look, just burned them directly."

"Now you know why I wanted to test you when we first entered the instance," Yang Qinglan asked him.

In the night breeze, her waist-length black hair fluttered with the wind.

"...Not all men would turn out like that once they get power."

Li Changzhou felt a bit guilty.

If that power were Time Stop... he really had no confidence. Who would?

"Of course not all men are like that," Yang Qinglan said, securing her flying hair, "but I don't know who would be. It's not just men; women too. A person's morality is not tied to their gender, it's just that men have an additional lustfulness."

"So your instinct is Attract And Repel? To push away everyone you see from a distance?"

"What about you? Taking others' possessions, dominating over others' bodies, how do you view this world?"

"Cough, the wind's strong, the night's cold, let's go back."

"Brother, big brother!" Li Qianxia clung onto Li Changzhou's arm, "Try 'Photo Transmission'~"

Her eyes, full of childlike innocence, gazed at Li Changzhou.

"I don't have a photo," Li Changzhou said.

"I do, in my room!"

Li Changzhou looked her up and down, carefully extricating his arm from her embrace.

Before he could speak, Li Qianxia already shouted in a wronged tone: "It's old photos! Including your ID photo too!"

"You scared me! I thought you had designs on me," Li Changzhou extended his hand, "Come on, you two Buddhas."

Li Qianxia took his hand directly, her small, warm hand.

Until junior high, their grandparents had worried about his sister getting into trouble, so they had Li Changzhou hold his sister's hand when walking to school.

"Thanks for the hard work, Li boy," Yang Qinglan said as she placed her hand on his arm.

"At the service of Miss Yang."

Li Changzhou initiated Teleportation, his 9 points of Charm operating without restraint. It was only the photo that limited him, otherwise, he could have gone straight to the Arctic.

"Let's go."

Their bodies twisted like abstract paintings, whirling before being pulled into the vortex.

Meanwhile, a vortex appeared out of thin air in the yard on Yanhe Road, in Li Qianxia's room.

The vortex initially was pale white. After two seconds, black, yellow, yellow-green, blue... colors surged from the center of the vortex.

These colors twisted like abstract paintings too, but once the abstract painting stabilized, and the ripple-like lines became smooth, the three of them were already standing in the room.

"Check if you've lost any parts," Li Changzhou joked.

Li Qianxia felt her chest: "It's over! I've gone from C to B!"

"Where did you get a C from!" Li Changzhou refused to take the blame.

Ignoring him, she turned to Yang Qinglan, boasting, "Don't you think I'm lucky? I entered a store casually and managed to find the clue!"

"Yeah, not bad," Yang Qinglan laughed like she was humoring a child.

"But my greatest fortune is having met you."

As if a breeze had blown, Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan, these two blades of grass, turned towards Li Qianxia all at once. Her expression was full of deep affection as she still had her hands over her chest.

After maintaining the look of deep affection for a second, she tucked away the expression and lowered her hands like an actress.

She said:

"Qing Lan, from now on, any lovey-dovey talk I say to you is really from my brother. We're twins with a psychic connection. He's too shy to say it, so he asks me to."

"Is that so?" Yang Qinglan tilted her head, her gaze landing on Li Changzhou.

"...Why would I want to say sweet nothings to you?" Li Changzhou spoke as if there was something caught between his teeth.

"Now you're feeling shy," Li Qianxia looked down on him, "By the way, from now on do we need to carry around a photo of big bro with us?"

"Mmm," Yang Qinglan nodded.

"Won't people think I'm a pervert if they find out? Like I have a brother complex?"

"How about a group photo?" Yang Qinglan looked at Li Changzhou, inquiring if a group photo would work.

Li Changzhou was about to say yes, but luckily 'Photo Transmission' had only consumed a bit of his Intelligence, leaving him with six points, enabling him to correct himself in time.

"No," he shook his head, "It has to be a solo photo."

Two goals.

One, to tease Li Qianxia into "loving her brother;"

Two, to make Yang Qinglan carry a photo of just him.

Li Qianxia sighed heavily, pondering how she would explain if someone discovered she carried her brother's photo with her.

While Li Changzhou was building his happiness on his sister's troubles, suddenly his foot got kicked. He turned his head to see who it was but saw no one.

Who else could it be?

He looked towards Yang Qinglan, who wasn't looking back at him.

Li Changzhou didn't ask her why she wanted to kick him; if a girl kicks you, barring personality issues, it's either because she dislikes you or has some fondness for you.

He felt a surge of joy in his heart, even more so than when he had received "Photo Transmission".

"No time to delay!" he said with somewhat impassioned fervor, "Let's go take the photo now, a small one to put in a pendant necklace box!"

"I know a jewelry store where they can etch the photo into a gold pendant," Yang Qinglan recalled.

"Now?" Li Qianxia couldn't believe it.

"How much time do you have to waste?" Yang Qinglan asked her.

"How come... I feel like someone already said that to me today..."

Yang Qinglan walked outside, leaving behind a lingering scent.

As Li Changzhou walked out, he said to Li Qianxia, "The room is such a mess, clean it up when you have the time."

"My room is none of your business!" Li Qianxia retorted unceremoniously.

Before heading to the jewelry store, two female college students took a photo of Li Changzhou in the courtyard.

He sat on the stone bench beneath the apricot tree, right hand resting on the stone table, as if waiting for someone, yet also as if gazing at someone beyond the photo.

Upon arriving at the jewelry store, Li Changzhou immediately regretted it.

Accompanying a woman to browse a jewelry store is pure torture, even Yang Qinglan, who had just spoken about saving time, was immersed in the array of jewelry.

The two selected painstakingly, from overly ornate flamboyant styles to artistic styles that doubled the aesthetic appeal, even trying out the old-made-new antique look and modern bohemian styles.

After two hours, they finally made a decision.

"Bro, how about this one, does it look good?" Li Qianxia asked, holding the necklace to her chest to show it off.

"Mhm, not bad," Li Changzhou nodded in approval.

Li Qianxia's neck was slender and her skin fair, making her collarbones quite attractive, and the necklace sparkled against them.

"As for you," Li Changzhou turned to look at Yang Qinglan, "even a hemp rope would do just the same."

Yang Qinglan rolled her eyes, took off the necklace, and handed it to the clerk.

"Please help me etch this photo onto it," she said.

"Of course," the clerk took the necklace with care, smiling at Li Changzhou, "Sir, your girlfriend really loves you, it's quite rare for a lady to have her boyfriend etched onto a necklace."

Li Changzhou snapped his fingers.

Li Qianxia, in perfect sync, handed over her necklace: "Please help me etch his photo onto this one as well."

The clerk was visibly stunned.

"Excuse me, are you serious... about etching it?"

"Mhm~!" Li Qianxia wrapped her arm around Li Changzhou's, resting her head on his shoulder, the picture of dependence.

The clerk looked toward Yang Qinglan again, her gaze cautious.

"Go ahead and etch it," Yang Qinglan said indifferently.

It wasn't long before that clerk walked away, and the entire jewelry store's staff was casting sidelong glances at the trio.

After leaving the jewelry store, Li Qianxia was laughing uproariously, her joy utterly uncontainable, even hopping as she walked.

"Did you see the looks they gave my brother?"

Yang Qinglan nodded, chuckling, "I also heard someone call him a scumbag."

"Hey, Miss Yang, you're not supposed to use Perception to listen in on that stuff, right?!"

It was past nine at night, the streets bustling with people, and the night breeze was as gentle as a soft gauze, lightly caressing the cheeks.

The three of them chatted and laughed.

Walking in front, Li Qianxia looked back and walked backward: "But really, that guy was such a pervert, he even licked... did that sort of thing, is this what they call an M?"

"Maybe," Li Changzhou answered, hands in his pockets.

"Bro, are you an M too?"

Li Changzhou smiled, a smile like a tycoon hearing others claim he had no money – calm and unhurried, with a hint of disdain and indifference, the kind of smile that humors you.

Of course, Li Qianxia understood that smile; she could even interpret her brother's snaps, let alone his smiles.

"Qing Lan, insult him for me."

"I don't swear."

"It's not swearing, strictly speaking, it's a term of endearment."

"Why would I want to say terms of endearment to him?"

Li Qianxia felt like she had heard this line somewhere today as well.

"Then... then just pretend it's a joke, that's right, we're just joking!"

"Alright."

"That's great! Hmph, bro, just you wait!"

"I'm waiting," Li Changzhou said with that same indulgent smile.

Yang Qinglan stopped, and Li Changzhou did too, the two of them facing each other while Li Qianxia quickly took out her phone to record a video.

"Go ahead," Li Changzhou said with a smile.

After reading so many books, watching so many movies, and being tested over time, wasn't he aware if he was an M or not?

Yang Qinglan tilted her head slightly, speaking coolly, "Looking at my chest twelve times a day, at my waist thirty-two times, and my legs sixty-two times—"

Her gaze turned colder.

"You pervert, what are you pretending to be all innocent for? An overindulgent, kidney-deficient virgin."

"..." Li Qianxia inhaled sharply.

"Miss Yang," Li Changzhou paused for a moment, "I would like to be your humble hound."

"Cough cough cough cough!" Li Qianxia choked on her breath.