Resistance and Change

Zhao Yao could feel a burning hot gaze centered on his back. Goosebumps were raised on almost every inch of his skin. He looked down tentatively at the soap between his feet.

"This feels weird. This feels very, very weird."

A montage of all the odd glances and gentleness that Bai Quan had been exhibiting for the past couple of weeks started flashing through his mind.

"Something is terribly wrong."

Just then, he could feel a wave of hot air against the nape of his neck, causing an explosion of cold chills to prick him from head to toe.

"Boss, won't you help me pick up the soap?"

Zhao Yao exhaled deeply.

"He's managed to sneak up behind me just like that. He's really starting to surpass my physical abilities," he started rambling to himself.

"Okay, Zhao Yao, stay calm."

"I'll just have to switch to Matcha's power. I won't use it first. Perhaps I'm just overreacting."