"This is casting a Secret Technique! Casting a Secret Technique!"
Chen Nuoyi tried hard to drive some kind of strange déjà vu out of her mind.
She closed her eyes tightly, not moving an inch as if she were truly asleep.
And because her eyes were closed, her other five senses quickly amplified, making her even more aware of the warmth of Su Yuan's palm.
She could clearly feel Su Yuan seriously stroking her lower abdomen.
Just like a Sword Cultivator caressing the blade of their Lifebound Flying Sword, gentle yet passionate.
After a while, Chen Nuoyi suddenly heard Su Yuan's voice:
"Squad leader, how does it feel when I touch your stomach now?"
Feigning sleep, Chen Nuoyi instinctively replied, "I... I feel like someone is touching my stomach."
Su Yuan: "..."
Realizing her reaction, Chen Nuoyi blushed even more and quickly changed the subject:
"Why are you touching my stomach, Su Yuan? Is it a step in your Secret Technique?"
"No."
"No?! Then why are you still touching it?"
