Lord Fan Zhuo cleared his throat.
His voice echoed unusually clearly in the silent corridor.
White Rabbit’s body stiffened abruptly, like a kitten caught stealing cheese.
She hurriedly straightened up and turned her head.
When she saw Lord Fan Zhuo standing behind her, a rare flicker of human-like panic flashed through her sapphire electronic eyes.
“Lo-Lord Fan Zhuo…”
She instinctively smoothed her slightly wrinkled skirt, and on that flawless face, a faint blush appeared.
“I… I was just passing by and thought I heard some strange noises from your room…”
Lord Fan Zhuo looked at her adorable, “guilty” expression with amusement, though his face remained expressionless.
He didn’t expose her but instead gave her a meaningful glance from head to toe before speaking calmly:
“Is that so?”
“What strange noises could possibly come from my room?”
As he spoke, he opened the door and stepped inside.
“Maybe you misheard.”
White Rabbit lowered her head and followed him inside, taking small, hesitant steps like a child who had done something wrong.
The door slowly closed behind them.
Inside the room, only the two remained.
The atmosphere grew subtly charged.
Lord Fan Zhuo said nothing, quietly removing the sacred priest’s uniform jacket that symbolized purity and casually draped it over the chair’s back, leaving only a tight-fitting white shirt.
The shirt’s thin fabric outlined his well-proportioned, firm physique.
White Rabbit stood frozen in place, nervously twisting her skirt’s hem with both hands, lowering her gaze, unable to look at him.
“Lord Fan Zhuo…”
At last, she summoned the courage to raise her head, her voice soft and almost pleading, tinged with a hint of grievance:
“I… I seem to be malfunctioning.”
“Oh?” Lord Fan Zhuo turned to lean against the edge of the desk, watching her with interest. “What kind of malfunction?”
“My… Energy Module.” White Rabbit’s cheeks flushed even deeper, and a mist veiled her sapphire electronic eyes.
“Since the last time you ‘inspected’ me, conventional charging methods haven’t worked on me…”
“Every time… it doesn’t fully charge.”
Her voice grew quieter, like a mosquito’s hum.
“My body… always feels empty, and my core temperature stays abnormally low…”
“And…” She paused, seeming reluctant to speak, “since then, 17 ‘benign BUGs’ appeared in my Logic Circuit. I have repaired them myself, but… whenever I think of you, they resurface…”
Seeing White Rabbit so forthcoming, Lord Fan Zhuo’s heartbeat quickened.
Goodness, she’s so eager even before I said anything?
He suppressed his inner excitement, wearing a solemn expression as he said:
“Hm… it seems the issues you’re facing are more serious than I anticipated…”
He stepped forward, gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“White Rabbit, look at me.”
Her body shivered slightly, obediently raising her head. Her watery sapphire eyes reflected his pure and handsome face, so close now.
“Give me your hand…” Lord Fan Zhuo’s tone left no room for refusal.
Without hesitation, White Rabbit placed her slender hand—adorned in lace gloves—into his palm.
The next moment, Lord Fan Zhuo yanked suddenly.
White Rabbit gave a soft gasp, losing balance and falling heavily into his embrace.
The soft, delicate figure nestled against him, a faint, milky scent instantly enveloping Lord Fan Zhuo.
“Lord Fan Zhuo…?”
White Rabbit completely froze, held tightly in his arms, feeling the scorching warmth radiating from his body, while her sapphire eyes flooded with wildly racing data.
“Don’t move.”
Lord Fan Zhuo’s voice, tinged with a magnetic tone, whispered by her ear.
“You just said your core temperature is low, right?”
“I’m going to help you… perform a deep maintenance.”
“Are you ready?”
White Rabbit’s hands unconsciously clung to his shirt collar, the warmth from the hand around her waist making her feel… unbearably hot.
A barely audible, indescribable moan echoed clearly in the room.
White Rabbit’s body trembled violently.
At that moment, a red warning box—the highest-level alert—suddenly flashed in her sapphire electronic eyes.
【Warning! Unknown High-Energy Lifeform Reaction Detected!】
【Warning! Unknown Protocol Intrusion Detected!】
【Recommendation: Immediately cut off energy connection and physically expel the intrusion source!】
Staring at the flashing red warnings, a flicker of struggle and confusion crossed White Rabbit’s eyes.
But soon, that flicker was overwhelmed by a feeling she had never experienced before—one called “desire.”
She didn’t want… didn’t want to stop.
This feeling of being “filled” was too warm, too comforting…
She extended her delicate, lace-gloved hand and lightly tapped the red warning box floating in the air before her.
That glaring red alert was… dismissed by her own hand.
【Warning Ignored.】
【System entering… immersion mode.】
White Rabbit’s body completely relaxed, curling up like a gently soothed kitten in Lord Fan Zhuo’s arms.
Feeling the warmth and softness against him, Lord Fan Zhuo’s inner burning desire slowly simmered down through this pure intimacy.
This was not mere release—it was a deeper… fulfillment.
Like a traveler wandering the desert for days who finally finds a small spring. Though it may not quench all thirst, it brings immense relief.
“Lord Fan Zhuo…” White Rabbit murmured softly in his embrace, her voice dreamy, “Your energy… it’s so warm…”
Her hands instinctively grasped his shirt, fingertips sensing the rise and fall of his chest through the thin fabric.
“White Rabbit feels… very comfortable…”
Lord Fan Zhuo lowered his gaze to her delicate face, faintly flushed from the “recharging.”
This perfect doll now looked like a child who needed care.
He gently stroked her silver hair, his touch as tender as if handling the most precious artwork.
“Sleep now.”
His voice was soft, tinged with warmth.
White Rabbit obediently closed her eyes, completely relaxing in his arms.
Soon, her breathing became steady and rhythmic.
Lord Fan Zhuo carefully laid her on the bed. Her once pristine maid uniform was now disheveled, the skirt crumpled into a mess.
Her pure white Over-the-knee Socks bore traces of dampness from sweat.
Lord Fan Zhuo’s face flushed deeply, hastily averting his gaze.
Though nothing explicit had happened, the experience… felt even more thrilling than if it had.
He tucked the blanket over her.
Watching her peaceful sleeping face, a faint smile involuntarily curved his lips.
The burning fire within him was finally extinguished.
If that was the case… then when facing Night Sakura later, he shouldn’t be so easily swayed, right?
Straightening his clothes, Lord Fan Zhuo quietly and carefully stepped out of the room.
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