Christina stood frozen, clutching the thin fabric of her nightdress, its near-transparent silk betraying more than she'd like. She knew she was standing in front of a man with such a shameless appearance with her nipples protruding from the soft dress.
Her cheeks burned as she scrambled to cover herself, shooting a glare at Shennong, who leaned casually against the wall, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"Don't worry, Christina," Shennong said, waving a hand dismissively. "I'm not looking at you that way. You're practically my daughter, you know."
Christina's face twisted into a grimace. "Ugh, don't call me that! And aren't you, like, younger than me?"
Shennong's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Indeed. Isn't it fascinating? A father younger than his daughter. Quite the twist, don't you think?"
She sighed, rubbing her temples. "Whatever. Why are you even here, Shennong? How did you come here? Ugh! I have loads of questions."
