After improving its size, Night God lay down on the beach chair.
She stretched her arms lazily: "I'm exhausted. Atmospheric transformation is truly a strenuous task, although it's mostly done by the Supervisor, I still have to keep an eye on those employees inside. Especially that new employee Basil..."
Night God suddenly changed the subject: "Join me for a drink, something stronger, with a pleasant aroma."
Zhou Yi poured a glass of white liquor and took a sip.
Night God's nose twitched, showing a comfortable expression.
Zhou Yi hardly drinks white liquor usually, finding it too spicy, and when drinking, his brain automatically conjures up the meme "bitter drink enters the throat, heart feels pain."
Yet to satisfy this friend's quirky taste, he's trying to adapt.
"What's up with Basil?"
