Seeing the look on Fan Zhuo’s face—wanting to explain, yet not knowing where to begin—a hint of hurt flickered in White Rabbit’s eyes.
“My lord… do you… not need White Rabbit anymore?”
Her voice trembled a little, like a pet abandoned by its owner, tinged with grievance.
“If White Rabbit did something wrong, please tell me directly. White Rabbit will do her best to fix it…”
Looking at her pitiful expression, Fan Zhuo’s heart softened.
Damn, that look is just too lethal…
“No, White Rabbit.” He hurriedly explained, “It’s just that… right now, the room is too messy. I don’t want you to see me in such a sorry state.”
“But…” Doubt flashed in White Rabbit’s eyes,
“White Rabbit’s duty is to take care of your daily life. No matter how messy the room is, I wouldn’t mind.”
At that moment, a faint mumble came from the bed.
“Mmm…(stretches lazily) (falls asleep again)”
Although the voice was so soft as to be nearly inaudible, it still made Fan Zhuo’s heart almost stop beating.
White Rabbit seemed to notice something, her movements freezing instantly.
She slowly turned her head, her gaze locking precisely onto the bed.
“My lord…” Her voice sounded a bit odd,
“There seems to be something… on your bed?”
Fan Zhuo’s mind went blank.
It’s over…
White Rabbit slowly bypassed Fan Zhuo and walked toward the bed, her beautiful electronic eyes beginning to scan the human-shaped outline beneath the covers.
“My lord…” Her voice grew even stranger, “This outline… According to data comparison, matches the sleeping posture of a human female with a similarity of 95.7%…”
Seeing this, Fan Zhuo knew he couldn’t hide it any longer.
He took a deep breath, deciding to strike first with a “truth” that would be easier to accept, to cover up a more troublesome truth.
“All right…”
“Actually… last night I… did something a bit inappropriate.”
White Rabbit blinked, looked at the outline on the bed, then at Fan Zhuo.
Suddenly, she covered her mouth, her delicate face full of shock.
Fan Zhuo continued pretending to be ashamed, his tone heavy,
“I know this isn’t right, but… after so much ascetic cultivation, occasionally… it’s normal, right?”
White Rabbit’s cheeks instantly turned crimson.
She lowered her head, her voice barely a whisper: “So… so that’s how it is… White Rabbit doesn’t really understand these things… I thought…”
“I thought that a cleric couldn’t… but it turns out it’s just with ‘humans’.”
Fan Zhuo frowned slightly.
It looked like White Rabbit had accepted the explanation, but why did it feel like she was drawing her own conclusions…
What I meant was I found a human-shaped body pillow to hug as I slept. What is White Rabbit imagining?!
“So you understand now, right?” Fan Zhuo cleared his throat, “Things like this… really aren’t something you should see.”
White Rabbit nodded, but then lifted her head, her watery eyes sparkling with some strange light. She seemed to think of something, and her cheeks flushed even deeper.
White Rabbit’s voice grew even softer, with a hint of probing, “White… is also non-human…”
“If… if you need… White Rabbit could, also… also… help with that…”
Fan Zhuo: ???
Wait, what exactly are you offering to help with? Is this proper?!
“No need! Absolutely… not for now!” He quickly waved his hands, “I’ll handle this myself!”
Fan Zhuo truly didn’t dare.
Not to mention Lucien was still investigating, and he remembered Mika’s threat very clearly.
If he really did “wear out” White Rabbit, the Warden of Area A might seriously haul him away for a “physical admonition”…
Fan Zhuo pondered for a moment…
Being captured and lectured by that “big” person—was that necessarily a bad thing?
White Rabbit’s face was even redder now. She said in a tiny voice, “But… in the related materials White Rabbit checked… it says… it says that if someone assists, the effect will be better… and the efficiency will be faster…”
“And also…” She sneaked a glance at the “human-shaped outline” on the bed, her voice growing even fainter,
“The substitute tool you made, my lord… seems a bit too realistic…”
Fan Zhuo nearly spat blood.
Substitute Tool?!
What do you take Milina for?!
Seeing White Rabbit’s misunderstanding deepen, Fan Zhuo knew that if this continued, there’d be no clearing his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
Gritting his teeth, he shut the door, then turned to face White Rabbit.
“White Rabbit, there’s something… it’s time I told you. You mustn’t tell Old John.”
When White Rabbit saw him close the door, she froze on the spot.
A red light flashed in her electronic eyes, all sorts of thoughts racing through her mind, nearly causing her to crash:
[Warning! Information Pheromone levels in the room are rising rapidly!]
[My lord seems to be… wanting to…]
White Rabbit’s voice began to tremble, “You… you want to… now… but… but White Rabbit isn’t mentally prepared yet…”
Her face was as red as a ripe apple, both hands tightly clutching her skirt, her body shaking slightly.
“And… and it’s daytime… the Inquisitor is next door…”
“No matter what… it should wait until night… after the lights are out…”
Fan Zhuo watched White Rabbit on the verge of a system crash and swallowed hard.
But the timing was all wrong.
He could only wave his hands and explain: “No! What I want to tell you is, the thing on the bed isn’t a tool, but…”
He walked to the bed and gently lifted the corner of the covers.
Burgundy hair, a delicate little face, and those adorable Demon Race horns…
Milina was still sound asleep, a hint of crystal drool at the corner of her lips.
White Rabbit’s electronic eyes focused, and the scan result left her utterly stunned.
“This… this is… a succubus?”
“Yes.” Fan Zhuo nodded, “Last night she accidentally teleported into my room. Her magic power is sealed and she can’t return.”
White Rabbit quietly gazed at the sleeping Milina, a complex look in her blue eyes.
After Fan Zhuo explained for quite some time, she finally whispered, “I see… White Rabbit understands now.”
“You’re… not going to report this?” Fan Zhuo was a little surprised.
“Why would I?” White Rabbit tilted her head. “You helped a lost non-human being, my lord. That’s a very kind act. Besides, White Rabbit has no obligation to report—my only job is to take care of you.”
She paused, then added, “However… according to White Rabbit’s Data Library, if a succubus is away from the Demon Race for a long time and has no magic power circulating in her body…”
“What happens?” Fan Zhuo asked.
White Rabbit’s face flushed again: “She’ll… she’ll become extremely eager for… a male’s… Life Essence…”
“Life Essence?”
“That is… it’s…” White Rabbit stammered, unable to say the words, finally making an extremely ambiguous gesture with her lace-gloved hand.
Fan Zhuo instantly understood, his face turning red as well.
“Is there a solution?”
White Rabbit lowered her head, voice as faint as a mosquito: “There… there is… it’s… that kind of…”
“What kind?!” As a little chef, Fan Zhuo was going crazy without a direct answer.
White Rabbit gathered her courage and looked up at him:
“It’s… it’s having the closest contact with a male, completing Energy Supply and Circulation…”
She paused, her face so red it was about to drip blood, and added in a voice so tiny it was barely audible:
“And… according to White Rabbit’s Mechanical Body… it also happens to be able to… do that sort of thing…”
Fan Zhuo: …