It’s Not Okay to Kiss Me as Soon as We Meet (ABO) - Chapter 24

“Lin Huaiyi, do you think I’d look good in it?”

Lin Huaiyi seemed to have her thoughts hit spot on, her ears turning completely red. She really could not bring herself to say anything against her heart. She looked up and encouraged Shen Li. “Go try it on. The boss has a good eye.”

The sales assistant gave Lin Huaiyi a look that said, “You’re quick on the uptake.”

Shen Li entered the fitting room with a touch of shyness.

When Shen Li emerged from the fitting room, Lin Huaiyi’s eyes went completely straight.

This was too beautiful. It turned out myths really drew from life.

Legend had it that the goddess Venus stepped slowly from the sea on a wave, stunning the world, so she was named the goddess of beauty.

Shen Li’s skin glowed white. The bikini fabric was scant, barely covering the key areas.

Shen Li’s shoulders were flat and narrow, her waist a slender grasp, her figure close to the golden ratio, her legs long and straight, her skin delicate and smooth. Under the store’s calculated lighting, it appeared especially even and flawless.

As for the covered key areas… Lin Huaiyi quickly averted her eyes as if burned, almost unable to suppress the release of her pheromones.

Shen Li usually dressed conservatively, so her impressive figure was not apparent. Now, as she walked, it set off a slight tremble in her chest.

Lin Huaiyi felt her nose heat up. From last time’s experience, she knew this was the precursor to a nosebleed.

Worried she would embarrass herself with another nosebleed, she hurriedly recited the Heart Clearing Sutra silently.

Shen Li saw Lin Huaiyi had not spoken for a long time and worried she looked bad in it. “What’s wrong? I do look strange in this, don’t I?”

Lin Huaiyi shook her head frantically. It was not that she looked bad—it was that she looked too good. She feared that if Shen Li wore this out, all the Alphas on the island would go mad.

“Boss, please package this one for us, and then recommend a few casual daily ones.” Lin Huaiyi turned to the sales assistant.

When they left the store, Lin Huaiyi carried large and small bags in her hands, while Shen Li looked refreshed and even wore a casual straw hat.

Shen Li told Lin Huaiyi that opportunities to shop outside from childhood to now had actually been few for her.

Shen Jun, as a big man, could not often take her shopping. Usually, if there was something she needed to buy, Shen Jun would make a call, and the brand would send people to the house with samples for Shen Li to choose from.

By the time Shen Li entered university, studies and club competitions took up most of her energy, so she had little time to shop with two or three friends.

This time, stumbling into it with Lin Huaiyi allowed Shen Li to experience the fun of shopping.

Shen Li’s eyes sparkled as she led Lin Huaiyi from store to store. She bought countless earrings, rings, bracelets, and clothes that did not match the Shen princess’s style.

The bags in Lin Huaiyi’s hands grew more and more, and the shopping bags soon threatened to bury her.

Lin Huaiyi looked at Shen Li with shining eyes and felt her heart soften, as if she were participating in Shen Li’s girlhood moments that she had never joined.

It was Shen Li who noticed the things in Lin Huaiyi’s hands piling up. She said apologetically to Lin Huaiyi, “I didn’t pay attention for a moment, and we bought so much. It’s pretty heavy, right?”

Shen Li reached out to take some, but Lin Huaiyi refused to let go. When going out shopping, was it not basic for an Alpha to carry bags for an Omega? If others saw the Omega carrying things herself, how could that be?

Shen Li insisted on taking some, and Lin Huaiyi did not want to tug and pull with her on the street. Suddenly, she looked up and spotted a script-killing store specializing in virtual reality technology. Her eyes lit up—she knew how to divert Shen Li’s attention.

“Shen Li, look. There’s a script-killing store ahead. I heard that now script-killing stores use virtual reality technology to let players truly immerse themselves in the script-killing world. Haven’t you already told the board about the future virtual reality project? This is a perfect chance to see a commercial model. Want to go?”

As expected, Shen Li’s budding shopping frenzy could not match her deep-rooted workaholic nature. She immediately shifted targets. She had researched virtual reality for a long time and knew script-killing was a typical commercial scenario in it.

Because each virtual reality script-killing script required custom development of scenes now, pricing was extremely high.

Currently, only top vacation island groups like Diviaga Island had a few stores open to tourists worldwide. The one right in front of them was the largest in the world, called “Floating Dream World.”

After the vacation ended, their product department would immediately pour massive effort into preparing the virtual reality project. If they could do some market research ahead of time now, it would bring nothing but benefits.

Shen Li naturally agreed, but she looked at Lin Huaiyi, who was covered top to bottom in shopping bags, with a troubled expression. Lin Huaiyi knew Shen Li worried the bags would affect their play experience.

“Don’t worry. The service at Floating Dream World is first-class too. We can store the bags there or have them delivered directly back to our place.”

Shen Li nodded silently. She rarely experienced various commercial services like this outside.

Always viewing project plans on a computer differed greatly from seeing how the world’s top service institutions operated in reality.

This was why executives from world top companies often went into business themselves but lost even their underwear.

The plans seen in world top companies were definitely top-notch, but the ones presented on desks still had gaps compared to results forged in real market battles.

In summary, it was one sentence: Plans on desks were all outdated.

Shen Li silently noted this insight in her heart and felt she must venture out more in the future, not just talk on paper all day in the 48th-floor office computer.

As they spoke, the two had already been welcomed inside “Floating Dream World” by the staff.

After confirming only two were coming to play, the staff asked if they wanted to join others for a script or choose one where only they were real people and other roles were all NPCs.

Their purpose today was more research than play, so they naturally chose the all-NPC script. It would be easier for them to study and not disturb others’ experiences.

The staff led them into two rooms. The rooms were very spacious, with sharp edges all padded in soft materials to prevent excited tourists from injuring themselves.

The staff guided them to put on helmets and started modeling.

After teaching them some basic precautions, the staff quietly left the room, leaving them to explore this strange world on their own.

Lin Huaiyi found the machine’s modeling time was not fast—it took about five to ten minutes to build their virtual models.

This time, the two had randomly picked a script. From the name, it seemed like an ancient immortal hero genre. The script’s name was also old-fashioned, called “Chaos Kunlun Carefree Journey.”

The two thought they could see more materials in an immortal hero world, so they picked this script.

Lin Huaiyi’s role was called Mo Feng, a male character.

As soon as she appeared, she found herself in the center of a magic array, with countless immortal swords forming the array, and she was the target.

She quickly checked the plot. Her storyline was roughly that her role was a child the Kunlun Sect leader had brought back, the most promising little martial uncle of the younger generation.

After growing up, in a coincidence, she discovered the leader’s evil intentions—he had raised her only to drain her power and control the entire world.

She felt shocked and furious, rebelled against the sect, fell into the demonic path, and became a generation’s demon lord.

Mo Feng’s goal was to break through Kunlun Sect and kill the leader.

Mo Feng was now covered in bl00d, having exhausted all strength to repel a wave of attacks from Kunlun Sect.

In the midst of catching her breath, she saw a fairy in fluttering white clothes fly over. Who else could this be but Shen Li?

Shen Li’s role in this script was called Ling Yue, the most ethereal disciple among the third generation of Kunlun Sect.

Ling Yue flew over and said to Mo Feng, “Little martial uncle, in what way has the leader treated you poorly? You now rebel against the sect—this is error one; you harm fellow disciples—this is error two. At this point, little martial uncle, do not persist in delusion. Stop your blades quickly and come back with me to report.”

Mo Feng looked at Ling Yue’s face and felt a pang in her heart. She asked softly, “Now even you do not believe me?”

Ling Yue truly could not connect the usual gentle, refined, and naturally gifted little martial uncle with this current bloodthirsty, murder-crazed demon. Her face tightened. “Since it is so, do not blame me for disregarding fellow sect bonds.” With that, she raised the spiritual sword in her hand and thrust straight at Mo Feng.

Mo Feng’s heart turned to ash. Thinking even Ling Yue did not believe her, there was no point in living, so she planned to bare her neck for the strike.

Ling Yue had not expected Mo Feng to neither dodge nor evade. Her heart startled. But the sword’s momentum was set and could not be retracted, so only at the last moment did she barely shift direction a bit, avoiding Mo Feng’s heart.

Mo Feng suffered a heavy wound and plummeted from the sky like a stone.

Ling Yue looked toward Mo Feng’s direction, a tear falling from her beautiful eyes. She stared blankly for a while, then went back to report.

Mo Feng, bearing severe wounds, fell to the bottom of a cliff and was discovered by a spiritual beast Qilin. The Qilin saw Mo Feng’s injuries were too grave, bit her collar in its mouth, and immersed her in a spiritual spring. The spring water could help Mo Feng recover her wounds.

Ling Yue knelt in the main peak Lingxiao Hall of Kunlun Sect.

“Ling Yue, you say that wicked disciple was stabbed by you and fell into the mortal world, whereabouts unknown?” An aged, majestic voice was interrogating Ling Yue.

Ling Yue knelt low. “Yes. This disciple originally had a chance for a killing blow, but who knew that thief burst out a magic treasure at the last moment. This disciple committed a grave sin by not guarding against it and letting that thief escape.”

The Kunlun Sect leader’s gaze sank deeply as he scrutinized Ling Yue for a while, making sweat rise all over her body.

“Hmm. Pass the order: intensify the search. We want to see the person alive, the corpse if dead. Do not return without finding that wicked disciple’s body!”

The patrolling gatekeepers received the order and set off.

Ling Yue also returned to her solitary little house, staring blankly at the treasured sword hanging on the wall inside her room.

That treasured sword had originally been a gift from Mo Feng to her.

The two had not yet confessed their hearts when suddenly Kunlun Sect’s main peak issued a wanted order. The heaven’s proud son, little martial uncle Mo Feng, falling to the demonic path happened in an instant.

Before she could sort through the events, she received the mission to kill Mo Feng, leading to the scene just now.