Thinking about Ning Xi just a short distance ahead, Ning Ling’s steps unconsciously grew heavier.
Right now, she didn’t know what kind of feelings she should have when facing her.
But one thing was certain—she had to muster the courage to keep moving forward because guilt weighed heavily on her heart.
If it were the old her, she would definitely comfort herself without a care, then use sweet words to trick herself into bed.
Hmph, after all, it was still her own fault.
She had been told to be careful and not to assume it was all safe just because they were girls.
With that thought, Ning Ling involuntarily flushed and shook her fist, only to let it drop in defeat again.
At this point, what use was saying that?
“Who are you?”
The next moment, Ning Ling had just lifted her head when a delicate cheek was suddenly pressed right in front of her, startling her so much that her pupils trembled.
“Uh, uh uh…”
The one who appeared was Ning Xi with Luo Linglan’s appearance, but her state was clearly terrible.
She was struggling to support her chest, which looked like a dripping water balloon, with her arms, her face flushed, and her legs trembling continuously.
Those pale purple eyes, almost identical to Luo Jialan’s, were now filled with indescribable shyness, sparkling with moisture—especially captivating.
But Ning Ling only wanted to avoid meeting those eyes, having no heart to savor the moment.
“You look like me… no, actually, not really?”
Ning Xi straightened up, and a pair of slime-like breasts bounced up with a ‘duanduang’ sound.
Ning Ling cast a resentful glance at Ning Xi, silently grumbling in her mind.
‘What nonsense is she babbling? Clearly, you’re the one who looks like me.’
***
“Sorry.”
“At a time like this, don’t apologize. Let’s think of a solution.”
In the dream, Irina and Su Mu faced each other in the small room where they first met.
This was an independent space specially constructed by Irina, with a layer of transparent but highly pure magic power between them, effectively blocking any attraction.
“Unfortunately, before regaining her strength, we’ll have to endure this for a while. But we can’t put all the blame on Luo Jialan for what happened.”
“I still feel terrible.”
Su Mu sighed softly, propping her chin with her hand, her eyes listlessly staring at the flickering incandescent light on the ceiling.
She knew Luo Jialan’s condition was abnormal, probably due to what was called a fall from grace, but her behavior was excessive—too much for Su Mu to ignore.
“But the good news is, she’s only just fallen, like someone who made a mistake for the first time… uh, second time, right? Last time in the fitting room, she lost control too. Anyway, she’s not deeply trapped yet.”
“So we should do something to stop her from sinking deeper, right? You don’t have to say it—I already know.”
Su Mu said gloomily, not that she was ready to forgive Luo Jialan lightly and let her indulge her desires.
The main thing was, Luo Jialan’s past kindness was not fake, and those beautiful memories weren’t acted out.
No matter how much she resented her now, it wouldn’t change anything.
It was better to find a way to turn her back to the familiar self quickly.
“Irina, after you regain your power, will you be able to control her?”
“Of course, why?”
Irina was slightly taken aback, then revealed a meaningful smile.
“I think it’s time to use some tough measures. Isn’t that what she said herself? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind me being a bit rough.”
Su Mu angrily slammed her fist on the table.
The thought of Luo Jialan’s severe yandere tendencies made her furious.
‘A child who makes mistakes can’t be corrected with just words; punishment is necessary—yes, personality correction.’
“Personality correction? Interesting, but I remember that word usually goes with ‘female demon’?”
Hearing this, Su Mu rolled her eyes at Irina.
“When did you start joking around with me? You should know I’m not a female demon.”
“Heh, fine. Since our Little Su Mu is now a mature Magical Girl, not just a mouthy female demon, you should learn to face these problems independently. Maybe it’s better if I don’t interfere…”
“Hey, hey, didn’t you just say sorry? If you want to apologize, show some sincerity, alright? You don’t want to see me locked up by Luo Jialan crying, do you?”
“Hehe, enough. Time to wake up. Think carefully about how you’ll deal with her. I hope when I see you again, I’m not hearing the poor Little Su Mu wailing ‘oh oh oh oh oh oh oh—'”
“Enough!”
The serious and tense atmosphere instantly lightened considerably, and Su Mu was reluctantly ushered out of the chat room, struggling to open her heavy eyelids.
“You’re awake? Drink some tea to warm up. You’re soaked—be careful not to catch a cold.”
Luo Jialan’s voice sounded at the right moment beside her, carrying a hint of joy, as if those unpleasant moments had been just a dream.
Even Su Mu felt a little dazed, but her exhausted and aching body, as if crushed by countless hippos, kept reminding her that reality was not so kind.
Luo Jialan before her still wore that exquisite dress but had regained some familiar aura, which made Su Mu all the more certain of her plan.
“I’m not drinking… give it here.”
As soon as she spoke, Su Mu felt a sharp, knife-like pain in her throat, accompanied by dryness and discomfort that forced her to swallow back the refusal she was about to utter.
‘Though I’m a man of dignity, a true man doesn’t suffer losses easily. Let me heal my throat first, then we’ll see!’
At that, Luo Jialan’s movements instantly quickened, delivering the warm tea to Su Mu’s lips in a flash.
The speed caused some tea to spill onto her sleeve, but she seemed unconcerned.
Su Mu snatched the cup and drank it down without courtesy, then threw the cup into Luo Jialan’s arms and turned her head, deciding not to pay attention to her.
“… Do you really dislike me? Sorry.”
Feeling so despised, Luo Jialan, who had just managed to suppress the Dark Magic Power from erupting, instantly sank into gloom.
Her earlier behavior was mainly because the first outburst of Dark Magic Power deeply affected her emotionally, and this accompanying Dark Magic was impossible to defend against.
By the time Luo Jialan realized what she had done, Su Mu had already been lying still for quite a while.
However, even with this tone, she couldn’t touch the chill Luo Jialan had brought Su Mu before.
Su Mu just hummed lightly, signaling she had heard but didn’t reply further, which made Luo Jialan more anxious.
In this anxiety, her mood became restless, making her magic prone to losing control.
“Why won’t you even answer me? Is being with me uncomfortable? Or do you think I’m a terrible person in your heart?”
Luo Jialan didn’t even realize that her emotions were swinging wildly between two extremes.
Just a sentence or two could make her shift from self-reproach and despair to the edge of an emotional outburst.
It was as if she had bipolar disorder, no longer controlling her emotions, but being toyed with by hormones, easily pushed to the brink of collapse.
Su Mu was startled by her sudden harsh voice, and her stiff posture immediately softened halfway.
It’s not that Little Mouse doesn’t want to be tough—Little Mouse is just afraid.