The light and shadows of the film’s ending faded into silence in the darkness.
A scene of parting between life and death was frozen into eternity.
Su Qiuyue couldn’t pull herself out of the story for a long time.
Her eyes were red, and a persistent sourness lingered at the tip of her nose.
If it were before, such fictional joys and sorrows could never have moved her in the slightest.
But now, it was different.
She had someone she truly cared about, someone she truly liked.
Her Master.
Su Qiuyue subconsciously turned her head to look beside her.
In the dim projection room, only the faint white glow from the screen remained.
Using this flickering light, Su Qiuyue clearly saw her Master’s sleeping face.
The sleeping Master was still beautiful.
But, she was quite heartless.
Accompanying her disciple to watch a movie, yet falling asleep herself first.
Bai Yue, dressed in a loose hospital gown, leaned her head to the side, steadily resting on Su Qiuyue’s shoulder, her breathing even and soft.
The popcorn bucket in front of her was empty, and the cola cup had reached the bottom.
Full and satisfied, she slept soundly.
Su Qiuyue looked on, her eyes filled with adoration.
She didn’t dare to move, fearing that any movement would wake the defenseless Master on her shoulder.
So, Su Qiuyue stayed stiff, carefully observing her Master’s delicate face.
How could someone look so good?
Bai Yue’s eyelashes were long, and as she slept, her gentle breathing made the lashes quiver, drawing all attention.
On that stunning face was a childlike innocence and peace, making the softest parts of one’s heart collapse.
The sweet, caramel scent of popcorn still lingered in the air, mixed with the fizz of cola.
But what Su Qiuyue smelled was all from her Master—a faint fragrance, like milk and fresh grass.
Even in the Sea of Consciousness, the Master’s scent was this real.
This scent captivated her, making her take a deep breath.
Suddenly.
“Ba-ji.”
Bai Yue’s small mouth moved, smacking her lips as if she had tasted some delicacy in her dream, the corners of her mouth even curling into a slight arc.
Those lips, which had just drunk cola, glistened with a moist sheen.
They looked…very kissable.
The thought, once it appeared, tickled Su Qiuyue like a feather.
Her heart began to beat uncontrollably.
Bang.
Bang bang.
Once, then again, pounding fiercely in her chest, as if it might leap out of her throat the next second.
All other sounds faded away.
Only her own thunderous heartbeat and Master’s gentle breathing remained.
As if possessed.
Su Qiuyue slowly, slowly lowered her head.
Her movements were stiff, like a rusted robot.
With each inch closer, the heat on her cheeks increased.
Closer.
Even closer.
She could feel her Master’s warm breath, brushing gently across her face, bringing a slight itch.
In the end, her lips did not fall on the red lips she longed for day and night.
She still lost her courage.
She merely pressed a quick kiss, as light as a dragonfly, onto Bai Yue’s soft, pale cheek.
A fleeting touch.
Even though it lasted only a moment, Su Qiuyue felt as if an electric current had struck her.
She jerked her head up, her body as stiff as a wooden stake, cheeks so red they could bleed, the heat burning up to her ears.
Done, done, done.
What had she just done?
She had actually stolen a kiss from her Master.
Su Qiuyue’s mind went blank, dazed as if drunk.
Feeling guilty as a thief, she didn’t dare look at Bai Yue, staring straight at the dark screen ahead, forgetting even to breathe.
At that moment, the weight on her shoulder shifted.
A lazy, soft voice sounded in her ear.
“Mm, sorry, Qiuyue, Master fell asleep.”
Bai Yue woke up.
Su Qiuyue’s heartbeat skipped.
“No, it’s fine! If Master wants to sleep, sleep a little longer.”
Because of her guilt, her voice trembled slightly, and she didn’t dare turn her head.
Bai Yue seemed completely unaware of her disciple’s strangeness.
Not only did she not sit up, but she rubbed her head against Su Qiuyue’s neck like a drowsy cat, finding a more comfortable position to continue leaning.
Warm hair brushed against the skin of her neck, bringing a shivering itch.
Su Qiuyue went numb all over.
Master, do you know how attractive you are?
If this continues, your disciple really can’t hold out.
“No good.”
Bai Yue finally mustered a bit of energy, slowly sitting up.
“Qiuyue, you’re about to leave, and Master hasn’t helped you repair your Remnant Soul yet.”
As she spoke, she rubbed her eyes and turned her head to look at Su Qiuyue.
Then, she made a puzzled sound.
“Qiuyue, why are you crying?”
Bai Yue reached out a finger, curiously pointing to the corner of Su Qiuyue’s eye.
Su Qiuyue froze, instinctively reaching up to touch.
Her fingertips indeed felt a patch of cool dampness.
It was the tears she had unconsciously shed during the movie.
“It’s nothing, the movie was just touching. It made me a bit sad.”
Su Qiuyue hurriedly explained.
“Really?”
Bai Yue blinked her clear eyes, pure curiosity filling them.
“Then let Master taste it, is it bitter?”
“Taste…taste?”
Su Qiuyue hadn’t yet processed the meaning of those words.
The next second.
Bai Yue’s face suddenly enlarged in her vision.
Warm breath washed over her, carrying a sweet cola scent.
Su Qiuyue’s mind crashed on the spot.
She stared wide-eyed as Master’s moist red lips moved precisely toward the corner of her eye.
Then.
A moist, soft, and slightly cool sensation fell on her tear-stained skin.
It was Master’s small mouth.
No.
Not just her mouth.
Su Qiuyue felt something even softer, gently sliding over the corner of her eye, taking away the salty tear.
Boom.
Su Qiuyue’s face completely exploded, the scorching heat making her wonder if she’d cooked herself.
Her body stiffened, blood rushing backward, an indescribable numbness surging through her.
Time seemed to stretch.
She could even distinctly feel how Master’s small tongue skillfully and gently swept the tear from her skin, leaving a wet, scorching trail.
At that moment, a warm power entered her body, nourishing her damaged soul.
Her form began to grow transparent, slowly fading amid the warmth and nourishment.
***
When Su Qiuyue’s consciousness returned to reality, she was still in a daze.
She lingered on the thrilling sensation just now.
Master’s kiss, and the wet feeling.
However, this lingering sweetness didn’t last long.
Inside Bai Yue’s body, Su Qiuyue soon noticed something wrong.
Mu Chenxi, who should have been sleeping peacefully in her Master’s embrace, had actually gotten up.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her expression blank, her body swaying as she walked unsteadily toward the Fruit Basket containing the Divine Fruit of Liushen Village in the corner.
Sleepwalking?
Su Qiuyue’s heart skipped a beat.
She immediately tried to use her consciousness to contact Mu Chenxi, preparing to forcibly wake her.
“Chenxi! Wake up!”
The cry of her consciousness echoed like thunder in her mind.
Mu Chenxi’s body trembled, and she slowly woke up.
She blinked in confusion, realizing she was standing despite remembering falling asleep.
“Qiuyue? What happened to me?”
Mu Chenxi turned her head, communicating with Su Qiuyue through her consciousness as well, afraid of waking Bai Yue and Yan Hua, who were still asleep.
She remembered hugging her Master’s soft, fragrant body and sleeping soundly, so how had she become a puppet, getting up on her own?
Su Qiuyue’s tone carried a hint of gravity.
“You seemed to be sleepwalking just now, heading straight for the Fruit Basket with the Divine Fruit inside.”
“This fruit is indeed strange—it can even control people in their dreams.”
Hearing this, Mu Chenxi broke out in a cold sweat.
She looked back in fear at the fragrant fruit.
“Good thing you noticed, Qiuyue.”
“Otherwise, I might have really eaten it in my dream.”
If this eerie thing was truly eaten, the consequences would be unimaginable.