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"Qiongzai, do you want to find something to cover yourself up?"

It doesn't matter if he runs naked in front of himself, or if a beautiful girl sees him, but if a rough man sees him, Xing would feel awkward, after all, Qiong's second brother is his second cousin.

"It seems like there are no clothes here."

Qiong looked at the empty wardrobe.

"Wear mine?"

The model's height is comparable to that of most adult men, and the clothes in the Starry Sky collection are likely mixed and matched freely.

To be precise, Dora's wardrobe is basically her spare wardrobe.

Aside from dresses and cheongsams that accentuate femininity, Hoshino can wear any of her clothes.

Qiong glanced at her; her light green T-shirt was stretched taut, and the hem of her black pleated skirt swayed gently with her movements.

Hoshino followed his gaze and looked down at herself:

"Uh, never mind."

She wouldn't mind dressing Qiong in her own women's clothes, but then she'd only have underwear left.

"henshin~!"

Qiong no longer hesitated, let out a low shout, and swept his hand in front of him.

A dazzling light instantly enveloped him, and his figure rapidly shrank within the radiance.

In the blink of an eye, a small, brown, furry mouse, no bigger than a palm, appeared in the spot.

"Oh ho!"

Xing slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing, "I forgot about that."

Qiong Jerry stood with his paws on his hips, looking down at the giant star core spirit with an imposing air. He tilted his little head up, then stretched out his little paws and beckoned to the star as if summoning a mount.

The meaning is clear: Don't just stand there, pick me up now!

"Oh~?"

Xing, with one hand on her hip, quickly transformed her intrigued expression into a mocking and wicked smirk after seeing the little mouse's imperious posture.

She reached out her fingers, grabbed the scruff of Kyle Jerry's neck as he resisted, and easily lifted him up.

"Looking at it this way, she's actually quite cute!"

Xing's eyes lit up, and she cupped the fluffy ball in her palms, ignoring the little guy's frantic kicking, and began to knead and suck on it with madness.

"This adorable Jerry was born to be eaten by his mom!"

She made a move to bite down, but only stopped her frenzy when she felt the almost tangible murderous aura emanating from the little thing in her palm, as if saying, "If you suck again, I'll really hit you."

Lift Qiong Jerry up to his chest and let go.

huh~

After a brief freefall, Qiong Jerry landed precisely on Xing's smooth, alabaster-like collarbone skin.

The smooth texture made him unable to stop. Following the steep slope of the creamy white skin, he slid down like on a slide into the deep and warm canyon.

boo~

Two seconds later, a small head finally managed to peek out from the gap in the plump, snowy jade.

Qiong Jerry, utterly dejected, placed his two little paws on Xing's cheeks and patted them helplessly.

Oh well... Although the process was a bit embarrassing, the saddle on this mount... is much softer than the top of my head.

He lay down resignedly, his eyes fixed on the doorway.

Just then, the person who made the footsteps walked in.

It was a figure with smooth blue hair, a slender figure, and an androgynous face.

"Hello, I'm Misha, a waiter at Pinocchio..."

The visitor bowed slightly, his voice gentle and clear.

Due to the angle of view and Qiong Jerry's superb hiding position, he clearly only saw Xing.

"I'm more concerned about your gender than that."

Xing interrupted with a serious expression.

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"Uh... I'm a man."

The blue-haired boy was taken aback by Xing's abrupt question. His cheeks flushed slightly, and he answered softly with a hint of shyness in his voice.

"A little boy and a girl!?"

Xing's beautiful eyes lit up immediately.

"..."

Misha's professional smile froze instantly; she had no idea how to react to this evaluation that went beyond the scope of the service manual.

Fortunately, as a well-trained waiter at the Daydream Hotel, he knew what to do—ignore all the bizarre remarks and stick to the standardized procedures.

He took a deep breath, maintaining his professional demeanor, and tilted his head slightly to look at the tall, gray-haired girl:

"We are very sorry that you had a bad stay!"

"This is the Thought Corridor, an area that has not yet been fully renovated."

“Normally, guests wouldn’t go to such a deep level, but your situation seems a bit special…”

Misha struggled to organize her thoughts, “Please don’t worry! I will provide you with the most professional guidance to ensure you enter the ‘golden moment’ safely and smoothly.”

After delivering a long, official statement, Misha noticed that the gray-haired girl in front of him still didn't respond, only staring intently at his...shoulder?

Ok?

Misha looked puzzled and slowly turned her head to look at her left shoulder.

"Huh? Huh—!"

The moment their eyes met, Misha's pupils changed drastically.

He saw a tiny, brown-furred mouse that raised its hand to his collar, placed its right foot behind its left, and looked like a leisurely spectator.

"mouse?"

Misha instinctively screamed in surprise, frantically clutching the mop handle she always carried with her.

"How come there are rats in the hotel?"

Or is it a rat standing upright?

The little brown mouse on his shoulder remained completely calm. Instead, it grinned at his panicked face with a bright and cheerful smile, raised its little paw, and waved in a friendly gesture.

Misha: "???"

Misha's hand, gripping the mop handle, froze in mid-air. She paused for two seconds, a mixture of hesitation and uncertainty in her expression.

"...Hello?"

Qiong Jerry nodded.

Then, to Misha's curious yet astonished gaze, the mouse suddenly tiptoed and brought its nose close to Misha's face—to an almost intimate degree—and sniffed a few times.

"babble--?!"

Misha was startled by this overly intimate gesture: "Um... Mr. Mouse? What... are you doing?"

Unexpectedly, the mouse seemed to really understand what he said. It magically produced a pen and paper, quickly scribbled a few strokes on the paper, and then handed the paper to Misha.

Hey bro, you smell amazing!

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"Huh? Ah...uh..."

The bizarre situation made Misha a little uneasy, and she stammered, unsure of how to react.

Where did you get the pen and paper from?

What smells so good?

He receives all sorts of strange and wonderful guests from all over the galaxy every day, and he prides himself on being well-traveled and knowledgeable, but the situation he is facing has gone far beyond the scope of cultural differences.

"Hey, Qiongzai, Misha is a boy. Are you so thirsty that you won't even let cute boys go?"

Xing covered her mouth with both hands, her beautiful eyes wide open, and then switched to host mode.

"Why is the little boy having nightmares so often? And why is three-year-old Qiongzai doing something so outrageous? Is it a sign of twisted humanity or moral decay?!"

Qiong Jerry glanced at the Star Core Spirit, who had transformed into a science lecturer, lazily picked at his ear with his little paws, and then rolled his eyes in an extremely human-like manner.

That look seemed to say: So what if he's a guy?

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and……

"Qiong?"

Misha's eyes were filled with confusion. He looked at the stars, then at the performance art mouse on his shoulder.

"You two...do you know each other?"

As if to answer his question, the little brown mouse moved. It jumped off Misha's shoulder with a whoosh and landed on the coffee table next to him with a thud, and began its performance.

It stretched out its two little paws and gestured, then pulled hard on its cheeks, stretching its little face to twice the length of its body.

That's bullshit, isn't it?

How did you manage to make such a big deal out of nothing?

Misha's eyes widened.

The little mouse acted as if it were performing a silent play, hammering its head and scratching its paws. Finally, with a snap, it straightened up and fell stiffly onto the coffee table, even twitching its legs a couple of times.

Misha: "?"

Is Mr. Mouse performing abstract art?

Xing stroked his chin, a profound expression on his face saying, "I totally understand," and solemnly explained:

"Hmm... I understand! You mean, the famous five-star prophet March 7th said that she felt Pinocone was a very dangerous place, with an unusual situation, and that there might be classic scenarios like family members turning against each other, families being destroyed, people being separated by death, and rivers of blood flowing."

"Generally speaking, the first person to appear on a new map is the hidden boss, as seen with Tingyun... That makes sense."

That makes no sense whatsoever!

Misha roared inwardly, his eyes scanning back and forth between the Corpse Rat and the Charlatan Star, filled with bewilderment.

He simply couldn't understand how this gray-haired girl could decipher such a complex plot from that erratic rat-like pantomime.

Do they have some kind of encrypted brainwave communication channel?

"Bold Misha!"

Xingxiao quickly turned on her, her expression shifting abruptly, her finger pointing like a spear of judgment at the bewildered Misha.

"I can tell you're not human at first glance, so quickly reveal your true form!"

"But...but I'm really just an ordinary waiter..."

Misha hunched her shoulders and tried to explain, "My job every day is to clean and guide guests..."

"I do not believe!"

Xing interrupted decisively, pushed up his non-existent glasses, and revealed a wise smile:

"Are you hiding a second stage transformation, where you tell us at the end, 'This is a trial,' and then take off your shirt to become the final boss?"

"I won't take off my shirt!"

Misha covered her chest with both hands and stumbled back several steps like a frightened rabbit, almost hitting her back against the wall.

The images of those free and great pioneers in Grandpa's stories gradually crumbled.