Sure enough, it was like this again…
Su Yun closed his eyes helplessly while lying on the bed.
The soft, pinkish-blue little thing lay limp against the pillow.
The fluff on top of his head was also flat against his scalp.
His large, fluffy tail was curled weakly by his side, lacking even the strength to twitch.
His fingertips hung soft and powerless, unable to muster any energy at all.
Even though he had tried his best to avoid excessive contact with Mo Qingqing—walking softly to dodge her and even finding ways to hide so she wouldn’t catch a glimpse of him—in the end, he still couldn’t escape the fate of being severely teased.
It felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body.
His entire body was as soft as a pile of melted cotton, and even the energy to lift a hand or roll over had completely dissipated.
Every time it reached this point, the power within his body seemed to grow legs and run away, leaving nothing behind.
He currently had no strength and no stamina.
The only thing left was a passive skill that continued to operate mechanically, leaving him with no room for autonomous control.
‘Ah… even worse, Mo Qingqing forcibly developed a “canned pure milk” function in me…’
‘Whatever…’
Su Yun sighed silently in his heart, filled with resignation and helplessness, lacking even the energy to complain.
‘Being passive isn’t fun at all!’
It only made him feel embarrassed and humiliated, but since he was living under someone else’s roof, he had no way to resist.
However, it wasn’t entirely without consolation. The good news was that even if he boldly hugged Mo Qingqing now or nestled in her arms to act spoiled and throw a tantrum, she wouldn’t scold him.
She wouldn’t even push him away in disgust.
Thinking about it, Mo Qingqing’s affection for him had probably quietly risen to around fifty.
‘Does this count as “The Overbearing Witch Falls for Me”…?’
The corners of Su Yun’s mouth twitched as he muttered to himself in self-mockery, but he quickly shook his head and dropped the thought.
‘Whatever. Who cares about love, hate, or complicated entanglements? In this world of the strong devouring the weak, where a single misstep leads to eternal damnation, being able to live peacefully is already a massive blessing.’
‘Anything else is a luxury.’
He couldn’t help but yawn, a faint sleepiness appearing in his eyes.
His long eyelashes trembled slightly. Enduring the exhaustion and soreness that seeped into his very bones, he curled his small body slightly and carefully burrowed deeper into Mo Qingqing’s warm embrace.
His nose brushed against her cool, delicate skin. Surrounded by the faint scent of violets on her body, a sense of security instantly washed over him.
‘I still have to act cute… This is my greatest skill for survival, and I can’t be lax about it at all.’
“Meow~”
Su Yun pressed close to the warm crook of Mo Qingqing’s neck and imitated a cat’s cry in a thin, soft voice.
The sound was soft, sweet, and carried the milky sweetness unique to a young girl. It was like a light feather gently scratching at one’s heart, leaving it feeling tingly and numb.
Mo Qingqing hadn’t fallen asleep yet.
She was struck accurately by this sudden, soft, and adorable meow.
Her heart constricted suddenly, as if something soft had gently squeezed it, and her breathing even hitched for half a beat.
She lowered her head to look at Su Yun, who was curled into a small ball in her arms. Her deep red eyes lost the haziness of just waking up, and a trace of indiscernible tenderness flickered through them.
Her slender fingers rose uncontrollably to gently rub Su Yun’s fuzzy little head.
Her fingertips brushed through the soft, fluffy hair and then lightly stroked his pointed fox ears. The strength was incredibly gentle, and even her usual coldness dissipated quite a bit.
‘Hmm…’
‘At least the effect is obvious…’
Feeling the gentle touch on his head, Su Yun breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. His long-tense nerves finally relaxed completely.
Drowsiness surged like a tide, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. His eyelids were too heavy to lift. Just like that, nestled in Mo Qingqing’s arms, he slowly fell into a deep sleep.
This was the first time in more than ten years of wandering that he had a dream.
In the dream, he was no longer that humble, pleasing little fox girl who was at the mercy of others.
Instead, he had become a supreme existence standing between heaven, earth, and the stellar rivers, wielding the complete source of the Life Law. He pressured the ten thousand universes and was invincible.
And Mo Qingqing had also become a supreme powerhouse standing at the peak just like him. Her face was still cold and peerless, and her strength was incredibly formidable. The two of them engaged in an earth-shattering death match.
They fought from the bright day to the deep night, from the vast earth to the boundless starry universe.
As their fists stirred the air, mountains and rivers overturned, and rivers and seas flowed backward.
They fought until the sky collapsed, the earth cracked, the sun and moon lost their light, and the stars grew dim.
Countless brilliant stars were extinguished one after another in the aftershocks of their battle.
The massive universe crumbled and shattered, its fragments scattering and drifting away. Yet, this hearty death match had not reached a conclusion by the time the dream ended.
In the dream, there were also several blurred figures rushing forward, desperately trying to stop the fight.
The voices were noisy and chaotic, disturbing one’s heart.
However, he only cared about the towering rage surging in his heart and didn’t pay them any mind.
In his eyes, there was only Mo Qingqing’s cold face.
Mo Qingqing still maintained her cold, peerless expression, remaining silent throughout the entire process.
Even if he pointed at her nose to curse and resent her in the dream—venting all the grievances, fears, unwillingness, and endurance he had accumulated—Mo Qingqing just watched him quietly. She offered not a single word of explanation or rebuttal.
Because of this, the anger within the dream version of himself grew even more intense, and his attacks became more ruthless and decisive.
His heart and eyes were filled with hostility. He was practically driven by the thought of grinding Mo Qingqing’s bones to dust, refining her soul, and ensuring she would never be reborn.
He wished he could completely erase her to appease the hatred in his heart.
Although it was just an absurd and unrestrained dream, when Su Yun woke up, he felt that the suppressed frustration in his chest had completely vanished. His whole body felt clear and comfortable, and even the soreness and fatigue in his bones seemed to have lightened.
However, he didn’t take it seriously at all. He just assumed that because he was usually suppressed too hard, his heart’s grievances and fears had no place to be vented, so he used the dream to vent recklessly.
One had to know that in reality, even if a tiny thought of wanting revenge or wanting to resist surfaced in his heart, his scalp would instantly go numb.
A bone-chilling coldness and a sense of suffocation would well up from the depths of his soul.
It was as if in the next second, he would be completely erased by an invisible force, leaving not even a scrap behind.
That definitely wasn’t an illusion, but something inexplicable deep in his soul giving him a deadly warning.
‘This is probably… how I manifest as Mo Qingqing’s slave…’
Su Yun pursed his dry lips, a trace of unspeakable bitterness and sorrow rising in his heart.
It was just like a slave seal in a cultivation novel. Once it was applied, one was restricted for life and could never escape. If even a hint of betrayal arose, one would suffer a backlash leading to eternal damnation.
Therefore, all he could do was try his best to please her and be obedient.
Using extreme submissiveness and cuteness to trade for the qualification to linger on and stay alive…
Nestled in the warm and fragrant bedding, Su Yun unconsciously rubbed the cool corner of Mo Qingqing’s clothes with his fingertips, lost in thought for a moment.
He glanced up at the magic clock by the pillow. Seeing that it was almost time to go to school, he slowly reached out his soft, weak hand and gently pushed the slender fingers Mo Qingqing had placed on his waist.
“Hmm?”
Mo Qingqing trembled slightly from the gentle push and raised her hand to let out a lazy yawn.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her drowsy, deep red eyes.
There was still confusion and laziness in her gaze from just waking up, and it seemed as if the aura around her had softened quite a bit.
Supporting herself with her arms, she slowly sat up.
Su Yun hurriedly looked up with his cute little face, his fluffy ears twitching slightly.
His voice was soft and waxy, carrying the sweet milkiness of someone who had just woken up, perfectly clingy. “Master, it’s time…”