After who knows how long, everything finally stopped.
Lin Xiaojue collapsed into Su Yaqing’s arms, her four limbs hanging limply in the air, completely drained of strength.
Su Yaqing pressed a gentle kiss to Lin Xiaojue’s forehead. Her eyes were soft and glistening with affection. The girl before her looked like a delicate porcelain doll—so quiet and still in her embrace.
“Little Jue has finally accepted me… Meeting you in this way, it really is wonderful.”
Lin Xiaojue’s vacant gaze flickered slightly. Those words finally brought a faint spark of life back into her eyes.
She desperately tried not to recall the dizzy, chaotic memories from moments ago. The tangled, messy entanglement of their bodies made her feel overwhelming nausea.
She wanted to throw up. She really wanted to throw up… Her head throbbed with excruciating pain.
“How about we just go register for marriage next week? I told you—the whole lover’s game thing was never necessary.”
Why?
“I only have Little Jue, and Little Jue only has me. We’re each other’s one and only.”
Why didn’t it consume any simulation counts this time?
Terror flooded Lin Xiaojue’s eyes. Despair came crashing in. The memory of Su Yaqing’s domineering, forceful behavior still echoed in her mind. A sharp, tearing ache lingered between her thighs.
While Su Yaqing was lost in her own intoxicated fantasy, Lin Xiaojue bolted out the door—ignoring the calls behind her—and ran straight into the theater hall.
“Senior?” At that moment, Xia Yao emerged with the flowing crowd and spotted Lin Xiaojue crouched in the corner, gasping for breath.
She hurried over, worried, and helped the older girl to her feet. A thousand questions burned in her mind, but she kept them all inside.
The two of them left the mall and stepped into the biting cold wind of the plaza. Snowflakes danced and fell across the square. Neon lights flickered and shimmered through the night.
“Senior, what happened?” From the moment they met until they left the mall, Lin Xiaojue hadn’t said a single word.
But more than anything, Xia Yao was worried about her condition.
She bought a bottle of water from the convenience store, twisted off the cap, and held it to Lin Xiaojue’s lips. The older girl drank in big, desperate gulps.
“Senior, you shouldn’t drink cold water in winter like that…” Xia Yao hesitated, conflicted. She couldn’t find any at a comfortable temperature, so cold was all she could get.
She was afraid Lin Xiaojue’s illness would get worse again after this. Maybe… maybe she wouldn’t be able to leave her side anymore.
Wait—what am I even thinking…?
Xia Yao quickly shook the dangerous thought from her mind. She took the bottle back from Lin Xiaojue’s hand and fell silent again, words caught in her throat.