The modified truck was just about ready.
But Miss Beastkin was wrapped in a blanket, curling up in the corner—as if their gazes had sullied her purity.
It felt like if they stared any longer, she might end up pregnant...
"Would you like a drink? It might help with the nerves," Boss Luo offered, handing over a cup of hot cocoa. "Of course, my skills may not be the best."
This was instant cocoa from the social work center—as for the Maid, after finishing dressing Miss Beastkin, she left alone.
Whether this was the Maid's intent or Luo Qiu's instruction, no one could know... nor was anyone foolish enough to ask.
Despite receiving help with the modified truck, the vigilance remained ever-present—in fact, Klein and Niell had been quietly observing his actions all along.
"Thank you..."
The young Beastkin extended her hand from the blanket to grasp the warm cup—but she still clutched the blanket tightly, afraid of revealing anything.
