For an entire week, Ling Huan hadn’t been able to step foot out of Jiang Yue’s room, not even half a step.
Eating, sleeping, and cultivating—all of it was done there.
The only exception was going to the bathroom.
How to put it… It seemed as if the design of Jiang Yue’s Eastern Courtyard had completely overlooked this issue.
But then again, Jiang Yue was a cultivator, likely already practicing fasting—she didn’t need to eat, and naturally wouldn’t need to take care of such bodily functions.
During this week, with the help of the system’s [Simulation Space], Ling Huan had managed to gain entry-level mastery in both swordsmanship and talisman-crafting.
It looked like he’d achieved this in seven days, but in truth, Ling Huan had spent thirty days.
Even so, Jiang Yue still showed barely any reaction.
It made Ling Huan feel as if his talent was decent, but not all that impressive—never enough to draw any surprise from Jiang Yue.
Every time Ling Huan looked at Jiang Yue with a pleased expression, she always remained calm and unmoved.
It was as if she’d seen too many geniuses before, and nothing fazed her anymore.
That must be it.
Somehow, Ling Huan was starting to understand the feeling of being a “useless husband.”
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get even the slightest change in his wife’s expression.
Sigh…
Ling Huan was brooding as he walked out of the latrine—only to find someone had suddenly appeared in front of him.
It was… Ling Xue.
Right now, her beautiful face looked haggard and thin, her expression dazed, lost and hopeless.
She staggered toward Ling Huan like a walking corpse, as if she hadn’t eaten for days and was on the verge of starving to death.
Crap… I forgot to feed the masochist!
Well, it made sense—he’d been dragged here for a whole week, Ling Xue couldn’t get near, and he hadn’t been able to humiliate her!
“Master…”
Her voice was broken and hoarse, completely masking Ling Xue’s usual sweet tone.
Now, her eyes were vacant, staring at him like a vengeful spirit, making Ling Huan’s spine tingle.
“I… can’t hold it anymore… I’m about to explode… Why didn’t you come to satisfy me? I thought you had a special fetish, Master. It actually got me excited, thinking you deliberately left me to suffer, wanting me to experience pain.”
“Then, just when I couldn’t take it anymore, you’d show up out of nowhere and torment me hard! But… but, Master, you… you didn’t show up at all! You really didn’t!You let me down! You let me down!”
The more Ling Xue spoke, the more agitated she became, a madness in her eyes she couldn’t hide!
“Wait! I have a reason! I didn’t forget you on purpose!”
Ling Huan immediately sensed danger.
“A reason? What reason? How long had you even sat on me before you passed out?Fine, you fainted. At least that’s a good start. We were just getting started, after all; it’s true we should take things step by step and not go too far too soon.”
“But was that it?! That’s all you promised me?! Do you think that’s enough to satisfy me?!That was just a bit of touching! What woman is satisfied with just a little touching? I refuse! I refuse! This is nothing like what I imagined!”
“I—I can make it up to you! H-how about now? I can make it up to you right now!”
Ling Huan hurriedly said.
“It’s fine, Master, it’s fine!”
Ling Xue trembled all over, hugging her arms to herself.
“You can’t satisfy me, but I can satisfy myself! I’ve thought of a way! I’ve thought of a way to get Master’s attention!”
Hearing this, Ling Huan’s heart dropped!
“I’ll just go out and cause trouble! I’ll ruin Master’s reputation! I’ll turn Qingmu City upside down! Then Master will get angry at me, right? Then Master will finally remember me, right?”
The more Ling Xue spoke, the more crazed her expression became.
Amidst her madness, besides anger, Ling Huan even glimpsed a hint of delight.
He knew this was not a good sign.
Ling Huan’s heart tightened—he could easily imagine what this lunatic would do in a moment…
“Ling Xue, I promise I’ll do whatever you want every day from now on, no matter how overboard. Just calm down, alright? Just calm down.”
But Ling Xue was having none of it.
She grinned, licking her lips at Ling Huan, and with a sultry voice said, “But if I go out and cause trouble, won’t Master get even angrier? Won’t you be even more willing to do worse things to me?”
“My dear, don’t act up. Otherwise, when I catch you, Master will treat you very gently.I’ll hold you in my arms, caress you softly, cook for you and feed you personally.In short, all the gentle things you can think of—or not think of—I’ll do them all…”
Even as Ling Huan spoke, he felt something was off.
He felt as if he’d gone crazy, or rather, as if Ling Xue had dragged him into her own world of madness.
He was sure that if anyone overheard their conversation, they’d think they were both insane.
But what could he do?
His little underling just loved this kind of thing!
He swore, next time he got a new underling, he’d never let them become this perverted—or rather, he’d never take in someone like Ling Xue again.
Ah, but the problem had already happened.
For now, he could only try to appease this masochist who’d suddenly turned sadistic and started causing him all kinds of trouble.
Sigh, how to put it—Ling Xue was like his bank card.
When your bank card throws a tantrum, you just have to deal with it.
Otherwise, how was he supposed to withdraw money from the system?
“Enough.”
Ling Xue cut Ling Huan off directly.
“So what? Haha… Heh, so what? That only matters after you catch me, right? But before you catch me, you’ll have to use force, won’t you? Master, I’m not so easy to catch.”
With that, Ling Xue immediately leapt up onto the wall, waved to Ling Huan, blew him a kiss, and vanished.
Crap!
Ling Huan immediately vaulted onto the wall as well.
Thanks to his training in the simulation space, he could now freely use spiritual energy.
The three- or four-meter-tall courtyard wall was nothing—a light leap was all it took for Ling Huan to reach the top.
The moment he got up, he caught sight of Ling Xue sprinting across the rooftops.
“Damn it!”
Ling Huan shouted, immediately chasing in the direction Ling Xue had disappeared.
He didn’t dare imagine what that lunatic might do.
As expected, all the people the system wanted him to subdue were no good!
…
Zeng Xiatong was visiting Qingmu City for the first time.
Although she had come with a shopping task, being able to see the city’s prosperity left her brimming with excitement.
Passing through the city gate, she found both sides of the long street lined with pavilions sporting flying eaves and intricate brackets.
The clamorous shouts of street vendors surged like a tidal wave, nearly knocking Zeng Xiatong off balance.
A lady at the silk shop was shaking out a bolt of shimmering, rainbow-like shark silk.
In front of the rouge stand, girls laughed and whispered over porcelain powder cases.
An old man deftly crafted flour figurines, golden phoenix tails gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight!
There were so many stalls, Zeng Xiatong didn’t know where to look.
She drifted along like a duckweed in the crowd, wandering with the flow, looking here and there.
This vibrant bustle thrilled Zeng Xiatong, to the point she almost forgot why she was here.
Even if she didn’t buy anything, she found it all fascinating!
She wandered for ages, until the sudden clang of a bronze gong startled her.
Covering her ears, she finally noticed the shopping list clutched tightly in her hand.
Ah! She’d nearly forgotten—she was here to shop, not to sightsee!
Zeng Xiatong quickly regained her focus and opened the shopping list to see what she needed to buy.
But just then, a gentle breeze blew by, and the sheet slipped from her grasp, carried away at once!
“Ah! My note!”
She leaped and jumped, but couldn’t catch that mischievous slip of paper, watching helplessly as it fluttered into a deep alley by the street.
“Come back! If I lose it, Daddy will scold me!”
Zeng Xiatong rushed after it, leaving the crowd and noise behind as if entering another world.
At last, the paper landed at the end of the alley.
“Hmph, nowhere left to run!”
Zeng Xiatong bent down to pick it up, but suddenly, a delicate bare foot stepped down on her note.
Zeng Xiatong looked up—and felt a chill run down her spine.
Somehow, someone else had appeared in front of her!
A beautiful big sister!
But this sister seemed off.
Her eyes burned with an intense, greedy look, as if Zeng Xiatong were a tasty little pastry ready to be gobbled up.
What’s more, her breathing was rapid and heavy.
Those wide eyes and that nearly ear-to-ear grin created an indescribably eerie vibe.
“Um… Sister… do you need something?”
“Of course, little one. Want to play a game together? The fun kind?”
Pervert!
A pervert!
There’s a pervert!