MOKA shoved Su Li against the wall, gnawing at her neck like a mad dog.
Where MOKA couldn’t see, Su Li’s face was utterly expressionless.
She didn’t really care about the pain.
Maybe it was because autumn had arrived that everyone’s mood seemed so irritable.
Su Li didn’t quite understand.
Shouldn’t it be summer’s oppressive heat that made people irritable?
Why was it still like this in autumn?
She couldn’t figure it out. It was as if all her clients had collectively caught some kind of irritability disorder.
First Shen Cishu, then she was suddenly splashed head to toe with paint by Bai Huizi, and now MOKA was gnawing at her neck like a mad dog.
Su Li slowly closed her eyes, letting MOKA bite her neck.
If drinking her blood meant the transaction would be finished sooner, she honestly didn’t mind.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“Answer me!”
“Look my eyes!”
MOKA snapped angrily, shaking Su Li hard, even as she’d already bitten her neck open.
She didn’t feel the slightest bit of guilt over Su Li’s injury; instead, she was even more infuriated.
She was angry that Su Li didn’t have any reaction to this pain at all.
Music needed emotion.
With reactions as dead as Su Li’s, there was no way to give anything back to her music.
Nor could she provide her with a constant stream of Inspiration.
“Ugh, because it hurts too much, so…”
“So I don’t dare make a sound, afraid I’ll break your Inspiration.”
Su Li said apologetically, though she just felt talking was a waste of breath.
She was silently wondering how much longer it would take before she could move to a bigger place.
Then she’d be able to take in more cats.
It’s just that…
Cats are cats.
But they aren’t really cats.
The image of Miss Cat floated into Su Li’s mind.
She wondered what Miss Cat might be doing now.
“If you don’t make a sound, how am I supposed to get a steady stream of Inspiration?”
“If your mistake causes problems with my music creation, can you afford to pay for it?”
“You don’t really think someone like you could possibly be worth as much as I am per hour, do you?”
“Have you even looked in the mirror to see if you’re worthy?”
MOKA complained irritably, watching blood trickle down Su Li’s neck.
She had paid quite a lot of money.
She hadn’t paid for Su Li to just slack off here—Su Li should be showing the proper attitude.
The more MOKA thought about it, the more annoyed she felt.
If anyone besides Su Li could provide her with enough Inspiration, she’d really rather never see Su Li again.
Thinking of this, the furious MOKA bit Su Li’s neck again.
With her flushed tongue, she started recording Inspiration on Su Li’s back.
Yet she still didn’t feel satisfied.
MOKA glanced at Su Li but didn’t bother with her anymore. Instead, she took two bottles of beer from the fridge.
After popping one open, she poured it straight down her own throat.
Then she looked at Su Li and dumped the cold beer over her head.
The freezing beer drenched Su Li’s hair in an instant, the liquid streaming down her locks, quickly soaking her bangs and pale skin.
A few strands of damp white hair clung to Su Li’s cheek, the ends beaded with pale pink drops tinged with blood.
The blood mixed with the beer as it flowed over the bite marks on her neck. The congealed scabs washed away, and fresh crimson mingled with the pale yellow beer, pooling in the hollow of her collarbone into a murky blush.
As the beer dripped from her chin, the blood wound like tiny red worms over her snowy skin.
Su Li’s eyelashes trembled. With her eyes closed, she let the beer slide off her lids, the blood at the corner of her mouth thinned to pale pink by the beer, dripping silently to the floor from her chin.
Watching this scene, MOKA could feel her heart pounding wildly.
She gazed at the beer pooled in the hollow of Su Li’s collarbone, then stuck out her tongue, tasting it gently.
She couldn’t describe what this flavor was.
Having never tasted anything like this before, her emotions surged with excitement.
“I said it before—I’m a Songwriting Genius!”
“Even without you, so what?”
“What you can do, anyone else could do just as well.”
As she cleaned the beer from Su Li’s body, MOKA scratched Inspiration onto Su Li’s back with her bloodstained nails.
“I know, you’re a genius. There’s nothing you can’t do.”
Su Li acknowledged, thinking that if MOKA could compose the song faster, she could also end this transaction sooner.
Maybe it was because she’d had too much to drink, but a flush crept over MOKA’s cheeks, her eyes going misty as she stared at Su Li, then finally fixed on Su Li’s pink lips, biting down.
Feeling the sting from her back, Su Li’s head ached a little.
If MOKA got drunk, it probably wouldn’t help the songwriting process.
She didn’t believe MOKA would be like Li Bai and get a creative buff after drinking.
More likely, after getting drunk, she’d decide not to pay.
Although MOKA had always paid promptly for their previous transactions.
But because of Shen Cishu, Su Li had grown more cautious about such things.
Sensing that MOKA was drunk, Su Li wanted to put her on the bed and hand her the phone, reminding her to pay her fee.
But just as Su Li tried to push MOKA out of her arms, MOKA hugged her even tighter.
“I have money!”
“I have money!”
“I can give you money!”
“Don’t push me away!”
MOKA snapped, digging her nails hard into Su Li’s back.
Su Li abandoned the idea of putting her on the bed, planning to wait until MOKA loosened up before tossing her onto it.
“I can still write songs.”
“I could before, I can now too.”
“It’s just a song, isn’t it?”
“It’s just a song, isn’t it?”
“Something like this… can’t stump me!”
MOKA rambled to herself, and Su Li just listened quietly, unable to move at all now.
As for MOKA’s habit—just like Shen Cishu—to cry after her manic episodes, Su Li was already used to it.
Watching the drunken MOKA, Su Li fell silent for a moment, knowing she wouldn’t be able to leave her place any time soon.
After all, her body was now covered with the lyrics MOKA had just created.
If she tried to slip away, MOKA would no doubt accuse her of not completing the transaction properly.
Su Li sat on the sofa, staring blankly at MOKA, who was lying across her lap.
Her phone had already been confiscated by the Assistant.
Otherwise, she might have used this downtime to play a game or two with Xiao Yuyu and earn some extra cash.
She wondered what Miss Cat was doing right now?
A graceful figure floated through Su Li’s mind as she mused.
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