The night was as dark as ink, enveloping the entire continent.
When Mo Qingqing and her girlfriends dragged their post-shopping “spoils of war” and exhausted bodies back to their temporary residence, it had been a full ten hours since they left the house.
“Clang—crash!”
Mo Qingqing forcefully shoved the mountain of shopping bags and gift boxes piled up at the door into the room, the thunderous sound loudly announcing the day’s victorious spending spree.
“Should we get a different place? It really does feel a bit cramped…”
Liu Heng flopped onto the sofa the moment she entered, massaging her aching calves as she eagerly shared the news she’d just picked up.
“I heard the New World is about to launch custom floating houses. Including a private sky garden, each floor covers more than 1,200 square meters! But…hmph, even the basic model goes for 350,000 gold coins—outright daylight robbery.”
“Phew…” Qian Wan’er let out a long sigh, sprawled unceremoniously on the carpet, feeling like she didn’t even want to move a single finger.
Trailing behind the group, Su Qiuyue drifted in as if sleepwalking, eyes half-shut, her head nodding as though she could fall asleep at any moment. When she heard words like “house” and “350,000,” her drowsy eyelids seemed to flutter open a little.
“Mmm…uhh…house…big…” Leaning against the doorframe, she mumbled a few indistinct syllables, her voice soft and dreamy like sleep talk.
Liu Heng glanced back at her and immediately understood: “Qiuyue, you want to buy one? Are you serious?”
Su Qiuyue didn’t answer directly. Instead, she slowly “floated” over to Mo Qingqing, gently tugged at her sleeve, then pointed at herself, then at Mo Qingqing, and finally made a counting-money gesture, still muttering unintelligibly, “Mm…Qingqing…mm…”
Mo Qingqing could only hold her forehead helplessly and sigh: “What do you mean, asking me for a loan…”
They went on chatting and teasing for quite some time before the shopping-sated girls reluctantly waved goodbye and each went back to their own home.
At last, the room was completely quiet.
Mo Qingqing looked at the pile of things by the door that needed sorting. She was about to call Su Yun for help when she remembered Su Yun was still in the bathroom.
“Mhm~” A trace of expectation curled at her lips, like a midnight-blooming rose—dangerous and alluring.
It was time to check her harvest.
Mo Qingqing strolled leisurely to the bathroom door.
Her slender fingertips tapped gently on the door. The soundproofing barrier dissolved silently, like mist.
“Ah…mnh…”
The moment the barrier lifted, a faint, broken moan—so feeble it hardly sounded human—slipped out from the door crack, laced with pain and release, its fragility making one’s heart tremble.
“Drip, drip…”
It was the sound of water droplets falling, echoing clearly in the silent room.
Mo Qingqing pushed the door open. A wave of humid air mixed with a sweet, languid scent swept toward her.
She approached, looking down at Su Yun—tied in a strange posture and limp on the floor—her lips curling into a satisfied smile.
Yes…this was exactly the look she wanted to see, as if those eyes were about to break!
Simply…perfect!
The floor was splashed with overflowing bathwater.
It was clear someone had forgotten to turn off the faucet at a low moment.
Mo Qingqing raised her hand elegantly. A clear water orb formed in her palm, quietly washing away the mess on the floor.
Only then did she slowly dispel the anti-slip barrier, reaching out to retrieve the oval jade stone—no longer vibrating but still warm.
Even so, Su Yun still trembled all over, unable to respond, like a delicate doll ruined from overplay, lost in the afterglow of a mecha’s overload.
Seeing this, Mo Qingqing tossed a mind-clearing spell onto Su Yun.
Only then did Su Yun’s eyes regain some light, her scattered pupils focusing once again.
The instant she saw Mo Qingqing’s beautiful, faintly smiling face, all the fear and grievances suppressed for ten hours erupted at once. Tears burst forth like a breached dam as she cried out in a hoarse, broken voice:
“I won’t dare again! Uu…I beg you, please…let me go…”
“Hehe…” Mo Qingqing stuck out her rosy tongue, gently licking her slightly dry lips. Her deep eyes glimmered with even more danger, as though delighted to the utmost by this tearful pleading.
With a flick of her fingertip, several invisible wind blades precisely sliced through the ropes binding Su Yun.
“Then let me see your sincerity~” she said. With a snap of her fingers, a gentle magic dried the water droplets clinging to Su Yun’s body. Then, bending down, she scooped up Su Yun’s soft, powerless body from the cold floor.
Suddenly wrapped in a warm, familiar embrace, Su Yun shuddered uncontrollably.
She instantly understood what “show your sincerity” meant.
But this time, she only closed her eyes in despair and took a deep breath.
“Yes…” She squeezed out the obedient word with every ounce of strength left in her body.
Although she’d only practiced on Mu Li in the corners…this was, after all, a skill unknown to this world…if it’s the Witch…it shouldn’t be…dirty, right…
Yet, Mo Qingqing simply laid her gently on the soft, plush bed in the bedroom…
After another two hours of relentless assault.
Su Yun finally raised the white flag in surrender, her mind and body utterly defeated.
Only then did Mo Qingqing withdraw her forces, humming an off-key, cheerful tune as she happily went to run a hot bath.
As for Su Yun, she lay face-down on the bed, gasping for breath, as if her whole self had fallen apart.
It felt…like she’d almost died…
Two hours…the barrier shattered instantly under that holy sword’s merciless assault, only to be restored again by innate instinct…again and again, in a ceaseless cycle.
Saying it felt good was a lie—the only one enjoying herself was the general wielding Don Quixote, not the hapless soldier crushed again and again beneath the blade…it was killing her…truly killing her…
Wasn’t she supposed to have infinite stamina? Why…why was it failing her at a time like this…
Her furry fox ears drooped in exhaustion, twitching twice as she tried to rise, only to find that her limbs wouldn’t obey at all, as if all her bones had been taken away. Even her eyelids felt impossibly heavy, weighted with a thousand pounds of lead that she couldn’t lift no matter what.
She…she hadn’t said anything in the end…She must’ve…forgiven me, right…
I’ll just…close my eyes for a bit…
Just…rest a little…
“Mmm…”
With a barely audible whimper, Su Yun’s consciousness, unable to withstand the crushing exhaustion, finally slipped into darkness.
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