Su Mu steadied Luo Jialan by the shoulders, trying to lift her up, but was surprised by how unexpectedly heavy her petite frame felt, making it difficult.
No, it wasn’t that Luo Jialan had become heavier—it was that Su Mu herself was growing weak.
After being corrupted by the Dark Magic Corruption, her once pure Magical Girl core was now in complete chaos, and she wasn’t even sure if it could recover to its original state.
Her physical strength had also plummeted below that of an average person.
This meant the advantage she had briefly enjoyed was once again lost, and the frustration and helplessness that came with it were immediate and overwhelming.
“Don’t panic, I’m fine, really…”
Luo Jialan gently placed a hand on Su Mu’s shoulder, wobbling as she helped herself stand.
With Su Mu’s cautious guidance, they made their way to the balcony.
The moment Luo Jialan’s hips touched the straw mat, she collapsed onto it like soft clay, her eyelids drooping.
She bit the corner of her lip, and the shimmering light reflected in her pupils seemed to struggle against the shadows clinging to them.
Seeing Luo Jialan in such pain, Su Mu instinctively wanted to summon her handheld device, but when she reached out, there was nothing in her hand.
This startled her briefly before she quickly realized the cause.
It must be the corruption—she could no longer properly use her original Magic Power weapon.
With no other choice, Su Mu left Luo Jialan where she was.
“I’ll go make you a bowl of porridge.”
Obviously, Luo Jialan’s symptoms couldn’t be eased so simply; without addressing the root cause, nothing would work.
Su Mu could only do what little she could manage.
She wanted to enter the Dream World to help Luo Jialan, but unfortunately, she no longer possessed the ability to dive into the dreamscape.
At that moment, a sharp headache struck her.
Without Magic Power, she felt like the weak mouse she once was—trapped in a small room, powerless.
After about fifteen minutes, the trembling glimmer in Luo Jialan’s eyes finally faded, and she stood up steadily once again.
She accepted the bowl of porridge without taking a single sip and then boldly snatched the spoon, clearly not intending to be the one taken care of.
“Su Mu, although I do have some small setbacks from time to time, there’s no need for you to worry. I’ll handle things myself. You just need to take good care of yourself. Here, have some porridge.”
Luo Jialan scooped some of the now-cooled porridge with her spoon and brought it to Su Mu’s lips.
At this point, Su Mu had no reason to refuse, so with a complicated feeling, she swallowed it down.
Not salty or bland, the taste was exquisite—the distinctive aroma of preserved egg blended well with the finely minced meat, all cooked perfectly with the rice grains.
It clearly hadn’t been made in a rice cooker, but by hand.
She had to admit, Luo Jialan’s cooking skills were quite impressive.
Before Su Mu could savor it further, Luo Jialan had already brought the second spoonful to her mouth, showing no signs of stopping until Su Mu was full.
Reluctantly, Su Mu ate spoonful after spoonful, feeling like a child being fed by a mother.
“How is it?”
“Not bad.”
“Really? That’s good. Su Mu’s taste isn’t bad either.”
“Huh?”
Su Mu was slightly stunned by Luo Jialan’s words, then noticed the final spoonful Luo Jialan had fed her herself.
Her face instantly flushed bright red.
‘Hey, we’ve already kissed before, so why do I still feel so embarrassed?’
Luo Jialan’s expression was like someone savoring a rare delicacy.
After the clean spoon pulled away, she even stuck out her tongue to lick her lips, looking utterly satisfied.
This rare sight left Su Mu shy to the point of speechlessness.
This girl has really become so ridiculous now…
“Su Mu, if you don’t mind, could you help me tidy up the stove?”
Luo Jialan lightly placed the spoon back into the bowl and held it out to Su Mu, signaling her to take it.
Almost reflexively, Su Mu reached out and took it, but then just stood there, holding the bowl with a blank expression.
What does this mean?
“If you don’t want your clothes to get dirty, there’s an apron behind the door. Just wash it a little afterward. Please.”
With Luo Jialan’s earnest request, Su Mu scratched her head, still confused but unable to find a reason to refuse.
She nodded and carried the bowl into the kitchen, fetching the apron as instructed.
It was a cream-colored, patterned short apron, looking quite loose, but surprisingly short at the hem—barely covering the hips.
Su Mu was puzzled, but when she saw the cut line at the bottom, she understood.
This was probably Luo Linglan’s old apron.
Because Luo Jialan’s build was so small, part of it had been cut off, though leaving the raw edges was careless.
Thinking this, Su Mu reluctantly tied it around herself.
The apron barely reached her waist and was cinched by a thin string, outlining her slender figure.
But what surprised her most was the top part.
Frowning slightly, she looked at her sharply raised curves that seemed to demand attention and doubted the design of this apron.
Could Luo Linglan really wear something like this?
Or did she have to tie it tighter, accumulating elastic tension so it would wrap more snugly, finally creating an exaggerated effect like in movies or ads—duang~
Something was definitely fishy.
Su Mu cast a glance outside at Luo Jialan, who was smiling with her chin resting in her hand, paying no mind to Su Mu’s reaction and simply watching her.
‘Sigh. Better just get started.’
—
Ning Ling, tangled with Ning Xi No.6, appeared somewhat flustered, though this was only reflected in her heartbeat.
“I feel more comfortable staying by your side. Please don’t leave.”
“I didn’t stop you from following me.”
Ning Ling spoke quietly, no longer panting but clearly close to it.
Has this person really changed?
It just feels like a new skin on the same fool inside.
‘No, I can’t rush to leave now. I need to figure out how to get my memories back from her first.’
“Come here.”
“Okay~”
Ning Xi No.6 obediently sat beside Ning Ling, their figures nearly identical—both extremely exaggeratedly mature and sensual.
Sitting so close together, the scene was so intense that it was hard to know where to look.
“Do you remember your name?”
“Uh… Luo Linglan?”
“Don’t use that name. From now on, you’re Ning Xi.”
“Ning Xi? I remember Ning Xi as my lover. No, that would confuse me a lot.”
Hearing this, Ning Ling thoughtfully rubbed her chin.
‘This one isn’t very smart, but she definitely has memories. Should I come in strong?’
Premium Chapter
Login to buy access to this Chapter.