C1136 The New Application

Lo Chuan drained the last of the orange juice from his cup with a contented sigh and settled back into his chair. The juice had a flavor reminiscent of a fusion between oranges and grapes—tart and sweet, a friendly offering from Awen.

"I'm full," Lo Chuan exhaled with satisfaction.

Most of the barbecue prepared by Yao Ziyan had made its way into Lo Chuan's belly