In the interstellar era, Yan Su didn’t need to do laundry by hand. The washing machine at home was clean and convenient.
But Yan Su still took her master’s personal garments to wash by hand. Her tail swayed the entire time, her spirits high.
When she suddenly saw her master’s message, Yan Su nearly ripped a button off the clothes in the dryer.
—If you want to be marked, just tell me
She took a deep breath, closed the dryer door, pressed the start button, and managed to find a place to sit down.
Below her hips, she was already a little numb.
Why would Lin Jianheng suddenly ask such a question?
Her master, her wicked master, surely she understood what she wanted, right?
So everything before was a punishment for her. A kind of training, meant to make her more obedient.
Yan Su took a long, slow breath, not daring to exhale.
She was afraid that if she relaxed this time, her gland and the flood would be released all at once.
She held her breath, wanting to leave a message to prove she was the most obedient kitten.
But she didn’t know what to say.
Her master’s “just tell me” surely wasn’t meant to be taken literally, was it?
If she asked and her master gave it to her, wouldn’t that make her seem greedy and insatiable?
Besides, more than the frequent markings, what Yan Su wanted was…
Lin Jianheng’s fingers.
Even a casual touch.
How could she bring herself to say something like that?
Couldn’t they just understand each other? Couldn’t they be on the same wavelength?
Her master clearly knew what she wanted.
She was also trying very hard to display herself, to express her needs with every enticing gesture.
Yan Su exited the spiritual space, which still held a trace of Lin Jianheng’s spiritual power, without leaving anything behind.
If she was going to be a bad cat, she might as well go all the way.
Now she wasn’t even replying to her master’s question.
Come back and punish me, Master.
Yan Su rubbed her gland, feeling it swell.
Her hair brushed against the back of her neck, but Yan Su didn’t push it aside, simply continuing to press through the layer of red hair.
“Ngh…” The gland was very uncomfortable.
It was this very discomfort that asserted its existence, telling Yan Su it was still alive.
That it hadn’t been bitten off or gouged out by her master.
In truth, Lin Jianheng’s bites were always excessive. She truly treated her like a small cake, savoring it, grinding against it.
And Yan Su happened to love this subtle discomfort, mixed with the pain and pleasure of being marked.
It formed a unique drink, bestowed upon her by her master.
A Lin Jianheng-flavored drink.
Now that Lin Jianheng wasn’t here, Yan Su wanted to pinch this annoying gland open herself.
How could she trouble her master all day long?
Her master was very busy and could only give her a little.
She should only want that little bit, and not be an insatiable cat.
In the end, Yan Su couldn’t hold back.
This contrast between forced self-restraint and an impulse she couldn’t actually control always made Yan Su’s tail turn red.
She was already trying so hard—mentally, she wanted to remain pure for her master, but physically, she recklessly stimulated her poor gland without any regard for her own well-being.
The gland had been through too much today. The friction from the collar was already uncomfortable, and it had been tormented by hormones when Yan Su pleasured herself.
Now, being deliberately massaged by Yan Su, it had become a raging volcano.
It was about to erupt at any second.
Before the gland could burst, Yan Su criticized herself.
Even after trying so hard, I still can’t control my desire to be marked. I’m so debased.
I deserve to be Master’s dog, a humble pet.
The self-scolding made Yan Su clench her jaw.
Her pheromones erupted, spreading down from the back of her neck.
“Ugh…” Yan Su trembled, her back arching.
A warm itch spread across her shoulder blades as the pheromones trickled down from her neck.
It was as if… Master was drizzling honey over her.
Crafting her into the perfect dessert. The pheromones were the unique glaze for this dessert named Yan Su.
With that thought, Yan Su felt much more at ease, waiting with tears in her eyes for the pheromones to subside.
In truth, she shouldn’t be doing this.
She was a succubus. Indulging herself like this could only lead to one outcome: entering her heat period.
It would mess up her master’s lovely house, smearing pheromone jam all over the furniture.
A succubus’s pheromones were exceptionally potent, even more powerful than a typical 3S-rank omega’s. Even a 3S-rank alpha would find it difficult to resist.
Not to mention Lin Jianheng’s gland hadn’t finished its secondary development, and her rank was not yet S.
Lin Jianheng would be affected the moment she got home, and then she and Yan Su would fall together.
I can’t let that happen… Yan Su could indulge her own excesses.
But she didn’t want to affect Lin Jianheng.
She stood up on trembling legs, steadying herself against the nearby wall.
She remembered there were suppression patches in the house. Lin Jianheng had used one on her before but never mentioned it again after seeing how uncomfortable it made her.
There should be spares…
Every step felt like walking on the blade of a knife.
The pain came not from the soles of her feet, but from self-suppression.
Yan Su struggled to hold back the release of her pheromones, the effort as arduous as if she were the Little Mermaid who had just gained her legs.
The few steps from Lin Jianheng’s bathroom to the study took Yan Su a full fifteen minutes.
When she finally found the first-aid kit, holding the uncomfortable suppression patch felt like salvation after a marathon.
Without hesitation, Yan Su tore it open and roughly pressed it onto the gland on the back of her neck.
Her collar was still on, tightly constricting her throat.
The two forms of torment struck at once, and Yan Su couldn’t control herself, collapsing to her knees.
The gland was, after all, the most sensitive part of her body besides her genitals.
She couldn’t stand this kind of treatment, but she didn’t care.
Her pheromones had filled the room; that was the problem she needed to solve immediately.
“Ooh…” But the suppression patch was still agonizing.
It was several times more painful than Lin Jianheng’s sharpest teeth breaking her skin.
Dripping with sweat, Yan Su stood up, leaving a mess on the floor.
She took a moment to compose herself, then opened the window, letting the fresh air dilute her disheveled state.
She hoped that by the time her master came home, she would be calm and her pheromones would have dissipated.
Lin Jianheng spent two hours recovering. It was now four in the afternoon. She had a rough draft of the proposal, but she knew there were still many details to discuss with Jian Lingxuan.
There was no rush today. The deadline was still two weeks away; thankfully, Jian Lingxuan had given her the task early enough.
Lin Jianheng took a sip of water before checking the spiritual space, only to find nothing there again.
Strange…
Her “sister” said she missed her, so much so that she was writing her name on her skin.
Yet she wasn’t replying to her messages.
Lin Jianheng couldn’t tell whether Yan Su had seen the message in the spiritual space.
Staring at the word “marking,” she suddenly felt her ears grow hot.
What she did with Yan Su at noon…
Could it have made Yan Su uncomfortable or unhappy?
Is that why she was ignoring her?
What should she do? Lin Jianheng had rarely encountered such a situation.
Most of her friends got along well with her; who would give her the cold shoulder like this?
Lin Jianheng hesitated, wanting to leave another message.
But she was afraid of being too forward and upsetting Yan Su further, and her brows furrowed.
She was far from having the self-awareness of a master, only assuming her high position when she couldn’t restrain her animalistic instincts.
Otherwise, she would have known that Yan Su was acting like a kitten courting disaster.
Trying to attract her attention, to receive the punishment they both desired.
And what she should be doing was issuing commands, training Yan Su as much as possible, from her body to her soul.
Not sitting there, so embarrassed she could stomp her feet.
Lin Jianheng hesitated for fifteen minutes before finally exiting the spiritual space.
She didn’t know that at that very moment, Yan Su was slowly making her way to the study, searching for a suppression patch.
An extra-spicy, potent suppression patch that no omega would ever like.
Lin Jianheng just patted her face, once again lamenting how inconvenient it was to rely solely on spiritual power without a phone.
She couldn’t even see if the other person had read her message.
Lin Jianheng browsed Q Net for a while and found that she had unconsciously typed “succubus” into the search bar. Still, no related entries appeared.
Sigh…
Does a succubus really need to be marked, at least once a day?
She hadn’t given her one yesterday, and Yan Su was empty today as well.
Was that why Yan Su was so uncomfortable that she had to hug her pillow…
And why she didn’t want to reply after seeing her message?
Lin Jianheng felt a pang of regret.
As both her master and her friend, she should be more concerned about Yan Su’s physical and mental well-being.
After all, a succubus was quite different from a normal human like her, what with the wings and tail and all.
Lin Jianheng really didn’t know what other differences there were.
Curious, wanted to search, but couldn’t find anything.
Lin Jianheng felt a bit defeated.
In her frustration, a memory suddenly flashed through her mind.
It was a chat log between her sister and her sister-in-law, and in it was a website link.
It must have been some kind of adult-oriented website. She didn’t know the specifics, only that the seemingly prim and proper Lu Yuanchen had sent the link to Jian Lingxuan, and Jian Lingxuan had acted coquettishly, saying that when she got back at night…
Any further and it would venture into topics not suitable for children, so Lin Jianheng promptly stopped the memory.
At the time, Lin Jianheng’s eyes had felt like they were going to go blind; she couldn’t imagine her sister acting coquettishly with someone.
Remembering it now, the name of the website became increasingly clear.
Lin Jianheng scratched her head and tried typing the website name into the search engine.
Because of the memories from her past life, she had always been resistant to this sort of thing.
In her original world, adult websites were filled with undisguised male desire, so disgusting that Lin Jianheng felt contaminated just by glancing at them.
She had thought sex was nothing more than that, and as a hopelessly straight woman, she had lost all interest in it from then on.
But this world only had women. It should be a little better, right?
Lin Jianheng nervously clicked on the website. The site automatically detected her account’s age and successfully registered her.
She opened it and saw that it was just a forum.
Lin Jianheng breathed a sigh of relief… then held it again.
The titles of the forum posts looked very ominous!
A randomly refreshed post on the homepage was titled 【How do I seduce my wife? She insists I have to entice her, otherwise she won’t give it to me】
Scrolling down, it was filled with similar content. 【My wife wants to try a new position, she’s tired of the Lu Jiu, any recommendations?】
【How do I mark a beta? Why can’t I mark a beta, I’m going crazy】
【We’re in the middle of a breakup, she said my pheromone level is too low, does anyone have any tips to raise it? I’m 24 this year】
【Toy recommendations, please. Just turned 18, which one should I buy?】
Lin Jianheng squeezed her eyes shut, feeling faint.
Great, she had come to the right place.
But she didn’t want to see this kind of content at all.
It was too direct, too naked.
She had thought there wasn’t so much desire between lesbians, but it turned out all living beings were the same.
Lin Jianheng exhaled and temporarily closed Q Net.
She… was a bit shocked.
It wasn’t just the adult website that required no encryption, only that one be of age to enter.
It was also how uninhibited the women of this world were about their desires.
They even had a dedicated place to exchange experiences and weren’t shy about discussing and exploring.
Lin Jianheng lay back in her ergonomic chair, her eyes dazed, and suddenly laughed out loud.
She remembered her best friend wanting to buy her a toy and her own avoidance, her subconscious feeling that it was dirty.
She remembered her best friend discussing such topics with her and her own lack of interest, which was actually a form of escape.
Yes. She had no feelings for the bodies of either the same or opposite sex. Was it because she had overcome humanity’s primitive desires and achieved enlightenment?
She had just suppressed them all, then deleted them, pretending she didn’t have them.
What was her “purity” all those years?
Was it really a good thing to be completely ignorant about this?
The thing she had tried so hard to avoid for so long, could it actually be something positive, something that only concerned her?
But from the very beginning, she just hadn’t wanted to hear those dirty jokes, and she certainly hadn’t wanted to join in.
She thought that way she could avoid becoming the abused female protagonist in a pornographic novel.
In the end, they were always one and the same, but now…
Lin Jianheng wanted to laugh at herself, pity herself, shatter herself.
She covered her face and laughed, more and more crazily.
Finally, she just collapsed, spreading her hands, her face stained with tears.
Her apricot eyes were amber, devoid of light.
It was laughable that she still found it hard to face it directly, laughable that she had even held the belief that lesbians should have pure, clean love without a sex life.
What on earth was all this?
Why was she made to leave her original world, lose her memory, go to such a place, and suffer for twenty-five years?
Who was deliberately torturing her? Was it out of fear? Canglin Jingyuan?
Lin Jianheng took a long while to recover, but the heartache remained.
Shackles were not so easily broken. And she, only today, had realized just how many restrictions she had placed on herself, on them.
The process of breaking them was destined to be filled with bitter growing pains.
Having lost her memory and lived a pale life for twenty-five years, Lin Jianheng had to re-raise herself in this new world.
Lin Jianheng exhaled heavily again and again, as if trying to vomit out years of black mud, but in the end, only air came out.
Even so, she had tried her best.
She typed “succubus” into the search box, but ultimately didn’t press enter.
She needed time. There was no need to rush, and she shouldn’t rush.
Here, no one would teasingly praise her for her purity because of her lack of exploration.
Lin Jianheng picked up her proposal and walked out of the office.
Passing by the company’s office area, she saw women standing or sitting, women with long hair, short hair, or buzz cuts, women in skirts or pants, women of all heights and sizes, women with or without makeup.
Suddenly, she felt a sense of relief.
This was her world. She was back.
Lin Jianheng kicked open Jian Lingxuan’s office door, resuming her usual casualness.
Jian Lingxuan rolled her eyes at her.
“If you break it, it’s coming out of your allowance.” Then the corner of her mouth quirked up, her eyes shining.
Lin Jianheng had to inspect the damage from her kick. Good heavens, was she really that strong?
Lin Jianheng pretended not to see the dent and tossed the proposal to Jian Lingxuan.
“You’re pretty fast. I thought it would take at least three more days.” Jian Lingxuan caught it and opened it to look.
“Weren’t you expecting my speed? You’re the one who just threw this thing at me before.” Lin Jianheng plopped onto the sofa, her posture more relaxed than ever.
She awkwardly reached for the basket on the table.
“Don’t touch that. My wife bought it for me,” Jian Lingxuan yelped.
“Hey, isn’t your wife my sister-in-law?” Lin Jianheng insisted on taking it. “What if she got some for me too?”
With a very awkward and clumsy posture, she finally managed to hook open the food container.
As expected, there was nothing for her.
“It’s her apology gift to me. How could there be a share for you?” Jian Lingxuan had walked over to Lin Jianheng and slapped her hand.
“You’re murdering your own sister!” Lin Jianheng clutched her hand indignantly and stuck her tongue out at Jian Lingxuan.
Jian Lingxuan ignored her, sat down beside her, and right in front of her, took out the incredibly exquisite and tempting dessert from the container, eating it with great relish.
Lin Jianheng’s face contorted, being shown up by her petty sister.
“You’re much better than before,” Jian Lingxuan said, pulling out a proposal Lin Jianheng had written before. It still had her correction marks on it.
The last time, she had used this to test Lin Jianheng. When she realized it was really her, she had almost burst into tears.
Lu Yuanchen had comforted her, saying the time was almost here, and only then did Jian Lingxuan realize there was a hidden story behind what had happened back then.
“Of course. In my previous world, I was in the top three for GPA in a top-five finance department,” Lin Jianheng said, getting up to pour herself some tea.
“Why not first?” Jian Lingxuan looked like a doting sister, with “my sister is the best” written all over her face.
Lin Jianheng’s gaze darkened for a moment. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Did I not choose finance here?” Lin Jianheng changed the subject. Jian Heng was twenty-two this year, so she should have finished university.
Hmm… counting the time spent in the egg, she was actually twenty-five.
What a coincidence. Lin Jianheng’s mind spun.
“Of course not. You’re the Little… why would you study that stuff.” Jian Lingxuan started making notes, like a head teacher.
Lin Jianheng had a vision of her high school math teacher.
“Then what did I study?” It took her a while to recover. Her math teacher was nicknamed “Abbess Miejue,” so you can imagine her caliber.
But actually, Lin Jianheng thought she was very responsible.
The kind of teacher who truly treated every student like her own little chick, trying hard to push everyone to a better place.
After graduation, Lin Jianheng went back to see her every year.
“Military and Political Science,” Jian Lingxuan announced a major Lin Jianheng had never even considered.
Lin Jianheng closed her eyes, almost fainting again.
Well, she probably wouldn’t have to learn it herself, just pick up that part of her memory.
“Alright, take it and revise it yourself. I’m busy today. I’ll explain it in detail tomorrow.” Jian Lingxuan’s notes were quite detailed.
As expected of the interstellar era, you didn’t even need a keyboard to type now. Just connect to your brain, and the words you thought of would automatically appear on the projection, a hundred times faster.
“Is it okay for us to communicate like this?” There wasn’t even a security system.
Although they were using Jian Corporation’s internal network, based on Lin Jianheng’s research this morning, the internal network was not reliable at all.
“What could be the problem?” Jian Lingxuan said, then turned to look at her.
Her eyes were silent, and she pointed to the paper.
Lin Jianheng understood.
“By the way, sis, do you have a more secure phone?” Before leaving, Lin Jianheng remembered this.
She needed to exchange messages with Yan Su. Her Sister Yan also needed a phone for Q Net and entertainment.
She could also open a new account for Yan Su, give her some pocket money, and enjoy the pleasure of providing for her sister.
“I do. For your succubus?” Jian Lingxuan got up to look for one.
“Yeah, for Sister Yan. One without any spyware,” Lin Jianheng said as she opened the notes Jian Lingxuan had given her.
She glanced at it.
The amount of content was no less than redoing the whole thing.
Lin Jianheng silently closed it. She regretted it. She wasn’t in the top three; she was in the bottom three. Please have mercy, dear sister.
“I don’t know what software you’re talking about. There shouldn’t be any spyware openly appearing on your phone.”
Jian Lingxuan said, walking up to Lin Jianheng. She raised her hand but didn’t give her the phone.
“Drop the ‘sister’ from ‘your succubus.’ You’re not allowed to call other people sister.”
“…I’m going to call her that. She’s my Succubus Sister, a thousand times better than you, a super cute kitten sister.” Lin Jianheng got into it with her, jumping up to grab it, but still couldn’t reach.
She thought of Jian Lingxuan’s height, approaching 185cm, and shed a tear for being too short.
“Forget it, I’ll buy one myself.”
What Jian Lingxuan said made a lot of sense. Lin Jianheng even suspected that the spyware the usurper had shown Yan Su was installed by their own internal people.
After all, the AI Butler was a Mechanical Lifeform. Hacking an unencrypted phone should be a piece of cake.
Lin Jianheng had already turned to leave. Just before stepping out of the office, something hit her on the head.
“Hiss—” Lin Jianheng turned and caught the phone Jian Lingxuan had thrown at her, giving her sister the little finger.
Her sister returned the little finger with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
Lin Jianheng completely ignored this bad sister who got jealous of the kitten she was raising and got in the car to go home.
Today was a bit better than last night; the traffic wasn’t as bad.
Lin Jianheng extended her spiritual power to observe and, as expected, detected a fluctuation again.
It was somewhat similar to what she had sensed when she went to find Yan Su at noon.
Lin Jianheng exhaled, thought for a moment, and decided to leave another message for Yan Su in the spiritual space.
It was understandable for Yan Su to be angry, so she should have a better attitude.
She only had this one kitten. If she ran away, where would she go to cry?
But unexpectedly, after entering the spiritual space, Lin Jianheng received a video recording.
Lin Jianheng was both surprised and happy, thinking that Yan Su wasn’t giving her the cold shoulder; maybe she just hadn’t seen the message before.
She quickly opened it, forgetting the lesson from the last time Yan Su had sent her a video.
Lin Jianheng saw a flash of fluffy brown.
It seemed to be the sweater she had bought for Yan Su.
Looking up, she saw a small window had been cut open on the chest.
It was clearly self-cut; the edges were frayed. The square was a bit too big, almost framing her entire chest.
The sweater itself was a long style, reaching her thighs. Even the cuffs went past her fingertips, wide enough to be rolled up.
But… besides this sweater.
All Yan Su had left on was the eyeglass frame on her face.
She didn’t know where this frame had been dug up from. Yan Su seemed to be more familiar with her house than Lin Jianheng was.
It was the kind that a highly educated doctor from the single-planet era, a very cultured scholar, would wear.
It had a gold frame, with a chain dangling from the corner of the eye to the ear.
Looking at Yan Su’s eyes alone, you would think she was incredibly refined, a serious professor who executed everything meticulously, her face always wearing the same indifferent expression.
But she was only wearing a cut-out sweater.
And there was a slight drunken blush on her face.
She was no proper person; inside, she was clearly yellow.
Or the white of apricot blossoms, the pink of peach blossoms.
She was the professor who could stand at the lectern, tapping the blackboard with glasses on, her voice always cold. But in a private rendezvous, she would shed her coat, leaving only a secretly worn sweater, and point to herself with a clear, handsome voice, asking if you understood.
Lin Jianheng was completely mesmerized by this outfit, feeling dizzy as if she’d had too much to drink.
Drunk on good peach blossom wine, with a dessert of milk and honey pear.
Was this her answer to that sentence?
Was she telling her, “Master, I need to be marked”?
Or was she just trying on clothes? Then why cut a hole in it?
Lin Jianheng was still dazed by that scene.
Yan Su had already moved on to the next shot.
She seemed unsure if it was recording and leaned in very close.
The cut-out part sagged slightly.
You could vaguely see a tattoo and the blurry pink next to it—the color of a marker.
The shot lasted less than a second. It was so fleeting that Lin Jianheng thought she was hallucinating, that Yan Su hadn’t leaned in on purpose but was just adjusting the angle.
“Master, this one doesn’t fit.” Yan Su stood up straight, her tail swaying behind her, as obedient as a strictly trained puppy.
Lin Jianheng was sure that if she told Yan Su to sit now, she would kneel obediently and even wag her tail at her.
Lin Jianheng took a deep breath.
She had told Yan Su she could tell her directly if she wanted to be marked.
Was this Yan Su’s reply?
Trying on the clothes she bought her, saying they didn’t fit, then randomly cutting them, cutting them in that, that place…
Lin Jianheng’s thoughts were stuttering.
She always attributed Yan Su’s incomprehensible behavior to her wanting to be marked.
So was Yan Su telling her that her idea was correct?
Did all this abnormality come from Yan Su’s desire to be marked?
What did marking mean to an omega, to a succubus, to Yan Su?
Was it fun? Or some kind of pitiful necessity?
Lin Jianheng’s head was hot, but her thoughts were still clear.
She had never thought about these things more deeply before. If she went too deep, she might fall into the trap of the seven deadly sins.
But after receiving this video from Yan Su, she had to keep thinking.
One, because Yan Su was not by her side.
Two, because perhaps deep down she didn’t believe her own guess, didn’t believe Yan Su did all this just for something they had done countless times, something she had said she could just ask for.
But what did she know? Did she dare to ask? Did she dare to break her twenty-five-year-old creed and jump out of her shackles without pain?
What might greet her was the bloody separation of flesh and skin, the shackles stuck to her skin, with only her soul leaving.
And no one would welcome her empty soul. Lin Jianheng couldn’t accept such an ending.
She closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was the same as before, but with a hidden curiosity, and she used her spiritual power to press play.
“I tried cutting it, but it still seems wrong.” Yan Su fiddled with the cut-out window.
“Did I ruin it?” Yan Su had chosen the cheapest one to test.
“I tried to find Master, but Master wasn’t here. I don’t have much spiritual power left.” Yan Su said a few more sentences, still not mentioning marking.
Lin Jianheng crossed her arms, her heart far from as calm as her face.
Would Yan Su tell her directly? There wasn’t much time left in the video.
If not, when she got back, should she start the conversation with the sweater, or with marking? Should she give this mark or not?
“Something seems strange nearby. I don’t know what it is, it feels very bad. Master… if you see this beforehand, can you come back a little earlier? I, I’m scared.” Yan Su’s tail swayed restlessly.
Her eyes were like facing a typhoon, waves roaring.
Lin Jianheng frowned, sensing a distant tremor from the video through her spiritual power.
Yan Su immediately turned her head, and the video cut off there.
Lin Jianheng clicked her tongue, feeling just like the day she found out Yan Su had been taken away.
“Sister Liu, can we go any faster? Is there any way for us to take off?” She was getting anxious, hating herself for not watching it sooner—out of some unspeakable avoidance.
And she hated this evening rush hour traffic.
It was the interstellar era, living on the Capital Star, and there was still traffic. Lin Jianheng wanted to complain about the city’s traffic planning.
“We’d have to apply for a permit for that. There was an accident before, and the permits for zones A, B, and C were all revoked. There’s nothing we can do. Little Miss, just wait a bit longer, only half an hour. Shall I put on some music for you?” The driver was also helpless.
Before, there wasn’t this much traffic. Those who could fly took to the sky, and those who could go underground went underground.
And the public transport on the Capital Star was very developed; most residents didn’t need private cars.
Later, for some reason, the sky routes were canceled, the underground wasn’t open either, only ground vehicles were left, and several public transport lines were also canceled.
That’s when private cars increased. At first, there were advanced built-in AIs, but now they were being gradually phased out.
The driver, Auntie Liu, was eighty-nine this year. With the average lifespan of two hundred in the Empire, she was in her prime.
She often lamented that the previous star-century was better, with all sorts of good things. Now technology was regressing, border disputes were constant, and the officials didn’t explain why.
Half an hour… Yan Su’s message had been sent half an hour ago. Lin Jianheng once again lamented the trouble of not having a phone.
“What if I walk back? Are there any personal mecha wings or something?”
She wasn’t afraid of trouble, just afraid of being late and Yan Su being in danger.
“We have them in the car, but you’d still need a permit, unless there’s an accident and you need to escape. What’s up, Little Miss? Is the pot at home about to burn?” Auntie Liu asked in a very down-to-earth way.
Lin Jianheng guessed she was just a driver hired by Jian Lingxuan, without access to high-level intelligence, so she didn’t say much.
She just sank into the Star Net, found Li Zhaoge, and got a permit within two minutes.
She was a member of the royal family anyway; why would she need a permit? Lin Jianheng was just going through the motions, and also testing if she had any privileges in these matters.
“Oh my, that was fast. So we’re not driving the Little Miss today?” Auntie Liu was surprised, but at her age, she was quite calm.
“Yeah, Sister Liu, you can just go home. I’ll be on my way.” Lin Jianheng took the spare mecha from the trunk and put it on.
She must have worn this kind of thing before; the muscle memory was still there.
It was a good thing she had muscle memory; otherwise, how would she know how to use it.
At a red light, Lin Jianheng opened the car door and rushed out. The mecha transformed into a large pair of wings, carrying her into the air.
Just like a dream she had in her past life.
In her past life, Lin Jianheng often dreamed of soaring, taking flight in a mecha.
Unfortunately, in her original world, mechas didn’t belong to her gender, and her love for such toys slowly faded under suppression.
Now, riding the wind and truly taking flight, Lin Jianheng couldn’t help but exhale in exhilaration.
If it weren’t for the possible danger to Yan Su, she would definitely have a good time playing with this mecha.
Lin Jianheng rushed home at top speed. Fortunately, she didn’t see anything unusual from the outside.
This proved that the tremor didn’t come from her residential complex.
But as she got on the elevator, Lin Jianheng felt a tremor too.
Like an earthquake, but more indescribable.
The elevator was still running normally, and the ground didn’t seem to be shaking at all.
But Lin Jianheng couldn’t bear it. She pressed her temples, her breathing quickened, and she subconsciously summoned her crystal cocoon.
The elevator doors opened. She took difficult steps forward, and the tremor became more and more obvious.
She started to realize it was a spiritual-level earthquake, directly attacking one’s spiritual power.
It should be resisted with spiritual power.
Lin Jianheng retracted her special ability and sent out a wave of spiritual power.
Fortunately, her level was high and her recovery ability was strong.
She barely managed to collide with the epicenter of the tremor, stopping it from spreading further in this direction.
Lin Jianheng opened her door and saw Yan Su collapsed at the entrance.
“Sister Yan!” Lin Jianheng held on, using her spiritual power to create a stable space, clearing the spiritual obstacles for Yan Su.
Yan Su wasn’t completely unconscious. She was still wearing that sweater.
Her glasses were askew, and Lin Jianheng helped her straighten them.
“Master…?” Yan Su looked up dazedly, covered in sweat.
“Master? Master!” After confirming it was Lin Jianheng who had come back for her, she hugged Lin Jianheng’s waist, scratching upwards like a cat, and clung to her neck.
“Wuu… Master, you’re back…” She wiped her tears all over Lin Jianheng.
Perhaps because she wasn’t fully conscious, Yan Su was much clingier than usual, her actions more unrestrained.
If they hadn’t consumed so much spiritual power at noon, Yan Su could have handled this situation alone.
But when it happened, Yan Su’s spiritual power had only recovered a little. She was still fiddling with her message for Lin Jianheng, just about to get to the part about marking.
The accident happened suddenly. Yan Su hastily disconnected and held on by herself for these forty minutes.
The tremor didn’t just come from one direction.
The first ten minutes were from a more distant area, which seemed to be quickly cleared by the Imperial Guard. There were ten minutes of peace, and Yan Su barely recovered.
In the middle, a place fluctuated for a few minutes, not deeply, and it didn’t affect Yan Su.
Then came the current one, which had been going on intermittently for nearly ten minutes, and Yan Su was starting to lose her strength.
She didn’t know what this was, only that it felt very similar to a spiritual power collapse.
And also… very similar to the spiritual power collapse induced by the AI Butler.
She had only managed to not collapse along with it by constantly thinking of Lin Jianheng, tightly gripping her collar to control her breathing.
“I’m back. It’s okay, sister, it’s okay…” Lin Jianheng hugged Yan Su tightly, gradually enveloping her completely with her body.
“Is it spiritual power?” Lin Jianheng estimated that at this intensity, she could last at most another five minutes.
She had already reported it to Li Zhaoge. She had originally wanted to find Xilan, but her impression of the royal family had soured this afternoon, so she chose Li Zhaoge instead.
At least the other party was her knight.
“Yes, it’s happened three times, spreading from a distance towards here. It’s like a spiritual power collapse. Master knows which kind I’m talking about.” Yan Su also tried to shrink into Lin Jianheng’s embrace as much as possible, folding herself into a small square.
“So many…” And it was related to the AI Butler, i.e., the Mechanical Lifeforms.
Had they finally made a move against the Empire? No, that wasn’t right. They had started their layout long ago, first with her, then with Canglin Zhixian. This was at most the detonation.
Lin Jianheng’s face pressed against Yan Su’s sweaty one, trying her best to comfort her. “Okay, it’s alright now. I’ve already told the people from the Imperial Guard. If something really happens, we’ll just collapse here together.”
This actually amused Yan Su for a moment. Yan Su clung to Lin Jianheng, unable to stop herself from enjoying this bit of contact.
“I’m glad Master is back. Master, I kept thinking of you, that’s why I didn’t collapse along with it…”
Before, the AI Butler could easily induce Yan Su’s collapse, probably because Yan Su’s spiritual power was strong but affected by drugs, and she didn’t have much will to live, no obsession with staying alive.
The AI Butler had an extremely twisted possessiveness towards the usurper and enjoyed tormenting Yan Su for fun. And that usurper didn’t care and would even personally satisfy the AI Butler’s twisted desires.
Before Lin Jianheng returned, the AI Butler had induced Yan Su’s spiritual power collapse countless times.
That usurper didn’t have strong spiritual power and couldn’t comfort her like Lin Jianheng. They would just crudely give her injections, using drugs to calm Yan Su down.
How lucky she was to now have such a good master like Lin Jianheng, who could take care of her in every way.
“My poor sister, it must have been very hard, right?” Lin Jianheng nuzzled Yan Su’s cheek, exhaling, thinking about what else they could do besides collapsing together.
Spiritual power collapse sounded unpleasant.
In the few steps Lin Jianheng took into the house before extending her spiritual power, she had already experienced discomfort similar to altitude sickness or changes in deep-sea pressure.
Dizziness, nausea, the feeling of her organs being crushed and emptied…
She didn’t dare to imagine how uncomfortable it would be to actually collapse.
“It’s okay, after all, I was thinking of you…” Yan Su’s voice was much softer than usual; she was exhausted.
Lin Jianheng inexplicably liked this reaction from her, as if she really was Yan Su’s only support, her sole owner.
She could completely possess Yan Su, and Yan Su trusted her completely, seeing her as the pillar to hold on to.
Three minutes passed, and there was still no reply from Li Zhaoge. Lin Jianheng considered asking Xilan and the others.
She didn’t have much spiritual power left. If they couldn’t provide help, it would be better to save it and drag it out for as long as possible.
Hearing Yan Su say that this tremor was intermittent, they could always find a moment to catch their breath.
At that time, she could fly out with Yan Su in her arms and hide far away.
“Master, I’ve recovered a little.” Yan Su seemed to sense Lin Jianheng’s struggle and extended her hand.
Touching Lin Jianheng’s palm, she almost pushed the unprepared Lin Jianheng down.
Fingers intertwined, Yan Su lay on top of Lin Jianheng, embracing her tightly.
Lin Jianheng’s heart suddenly beat faster, and then a pure, powerful, and slightly cold spiritual power traveled up from Yan Su’s warm palm.
“Thanks, sister.” She knew Yan Su was the best sister.
With this transfer from Yan Su, Lin Jianheng could last another ten minutes.
They should be able to survive this round.
But just then, Lin Jianheng received a message from Li Zhaoge.
【Xiao Heng, come to 33rd Street in Zone A in three minutes.】
Lin Jianheng frowned. 33rd Street was nearby, and from the direction, it seemed to be at the epicenter of the tremor.
According to Lin Jianheng’s guess, that place should be the initial outbreak point of this spiritual power collapse.
Of course, this also explained the recent traffic jams and the sudden overcrowding at the hospital.
A spiritual power collapse would definitely cause many accidents, maybe even car crashes. Residents with damaged spiritual power would also flock to the hospital for treatment and medicine.
And why three minutes? Lin Jianheng asked herself, not really wanting to go.
They didn’t tell her the reason, didn’t come to find her, just told her to go.
There was no such good thing in the world.
It would be better for her to run away with Yan Su.
Lin Jianheng thought of the property in Zone C she had inspected that day.
She had left early then, and Yan Su had followed in the car.
But Jian Corporation’s people had still thoroughly checked the room and found that besides some layout modifications, not many traces were left, probably because the usurper hadn’t had time to use it.
Lin Jianheng thought she and Yan Su could stay there for one night first. Or contact Jian Lingxuan after they’ve settled down.
Hmm… Lin Jianheng still ignored Jian Lingxuan in times of crisis.
It wasn’t because of distrust. She basically trusted Jian Lingxuan and Lu Yuanchen now, but just felt they were not as effective as the captain of the Imperial Guard.
This kind of public security issue should be the Imperial Guard’s business, right?
After three minutes, the spiritual tremor indeed stopped. Lin Jianheng breathed a sigh of relief, sent a short message to Jian Lingxuan, and hugged Yan Su.
“Sister, let’s find a safer place to stay for now, okay?” Lin Jianheng said, glancing at Yan Su’s clothes.
Yan Su’s pair of white legs innocently flashed in Lin Jianheng’s eyes.
This was really…
Lin Jianheng looked away, once again flustered by Yan Su’s body, and went to the room to find a coat.
【Not coming? King Jingyuan is also here.】 Li Zhaoge didn’t seem too surprised that Lin Jianheng hadn’t replied and still left a message.
Lin Jianheng’s hand, reaching for the coat, paused.
【Then I really want to go even less.】 Lin Jianheng didn’t hesitate and continued preparing to run.
【Alright. But the matter is resolved. Are you hurt?】 Li Zhaoge was quite calm.
Lin Jianheng replied that she was fine, and then Jian Lingxuan’s call came in.
Lin Jianheng sighed.
She let the phone ring, putting a coat on Yan Su on one side, putting on her own mecha on the other, and even packed some food, ready to run at any moment.
She answered at the last second, not choosing the projection mode, and put it on speaker.
She was holding Yan Su, and Yan Su was also lazing in her arms, a lazy little cat, playing with her clothes.
“Xiao Heng.” Jian Lingxuan’s voice was colder than usual, and also a bit anxious.
“You’re home? Are you okay? Your house is very close to the epicenter.”
Lin Jianheng pondered, not sure if Jian Lingxuan knew about Li Zhaoge’s side of things.
But if Li Zhaoge and the royals were on the same side, Jian Lingxuan probably didn’t know the details.
“I’m fine, and my Sister Yan is fine too.” Lin Jianheng used her previous tone and specifically emphasized Yan Su’s presence.
For once, Jian Lingxuan ignored her.
“Come stay at my place tonight. My security is better. You can bring your succubus if you want.”
Lin Jianheng didn’t expect her sister to be so easygoing.
“Then we’ll head over to your place? I’ll use the mecha; it’ll be fast.” Jian Lingxuan’s home was also in Zone A, just closer to the Imperial Palace.
“Mecha? Alright, be careful. King Jingyuan personally went to handle it, so Zone A should be fine for a short while.” Jian Lingxuan was also relieved.
Lin Jianheng ended the call, packed an extra set of pajamas, carried Yan Su downstairs, activated the mecha, and flew out.
Yan Su was in her arms, her head well-covered, her body wrapped warmly.
Her master’s arms were strong and steady. Yan Su confidently wrapped her arms around Lin Jianheng’s neck, letting her master carry her.
“She said she’s not coming.” Li Zhaoge disconnected from the Star Net and reported to her King.
The current King, Canglin Jingyuan, stood not far away, having just resolved a tremor with a wave of her hand.
“Why? Didn’t you tell her she’s needed here?” Her voice didn’t match her face at all.
Her face was very similar to Xilan’s and the previous King’s, a kind of perfectly proportioned beauty with grand and deep features.
Her voice, however, was a bit sweet and coquettish, like a child’s.
“She doesn’t have much spiritual power left and hasn’t recovered yet.” Li Zhaoge actually hadn’t told Lin Jianheng that the situation here needed her help.
She was directly connected to Lin Jianheng on the Star Net and could sense her current spiritual power status.
Therefore, she made the decision to conceal it, a bold and offensive decision, a contempt for royal authority, but it didn’t show on her face.
“But she’s also a royal, and these are all her people.” As Jingyuan spoke, the medical team was carrying away unconscious imperial residents one by one. Jingyuan raised her hand, and the collapsed and broken houses were gradually rebuilt.
“This mass spiritual power collapse is also related to her. She should do her part…” In just a moment, she finished all this and stabilized the tremor.
The current King Jingyuan was powerful, no less than the previous King Diexun who had personally gone to war.
She was just not very interested in reclaiming lost territories, putting more effort into the Empire’s internal loopholes, especially the Mechanical Lifeforms.
“Isn’t that right? Little knight.” Jingyuan suddenly got close to Li Zhaoge, almost eye to eye with her.
The powerful spiritual power unique to the royal family pressed down without question, as if she had seen through something.
Li Zhaoge had to kneel, lowering her head, not daring to look directly at her King. Large beads of sweat slid down from her temples, making her eyelashes tremble.
It was only for a moment. Like a child tired of a toy, Jingyuan withdrew the spiritual pressure.
“But, if it’s just because she hasn’t recovered well, then it can be forgiven.” The royals were all a bit arrogant and presumptuous in their bones.
Jingyuan was no exception. In fact, because her succession was not entirely legitimate and she had to deal with many rumors in the early days of her reign, she was more ruthless than the past few Kings.
She could say words of tolerance and forgiveness with the most arrogant tone and the most terrifying innocence, with a smile.
Goosebumps broke out on Li Zhaoge’s arm.
Jingyuan put away her casualness. The unique purple eyes of the royal family flashed with ice, the cold light carrying a skin-deep smile as it swept over Li Zhaoge’s body.
Li Zhaoge was still kneeling, not even trembling once. But Jingyuan clearly saw the sweat on her forehead.
Jingyuan drew her sword and brought it down on Li Zhaoge’s forehead.
The blood was slight; the light from the sword wiped away Li Zhaoge’s sweat.
Jingyuan sheathed her sword, as if that wasn’t a threat. “Good thing it’s a physical reason. Otherwise, I would have thought… she has a problem with me.”
“She wouldn’t, Your Majesty. You are our King,” Li Zhaoge said with complete indifference, without any fluctuation.
“Heh. Let’s wrap it up.” Jingyuan waved her hand, restored the public facilities in the residential area, and left with the Imperial Guard.
From a distance, Lu Yuanchen, who was supervising, withdrew her gaze.
“Every time I see her, I feel so much pressure…” Jian Lingxuan, next to her, breathed a sigh of relief.
They both agreed that Lin Jianheng should not meet Jingyuan before she had fully recovered.
Li Zhaoge had temporarily joined their side.
And the attitude of Xilan and her wife was still unclear. But since they belonged to the royal family, it was unlikely they would truly stand with Lin Jianheng.
It was rumored that spiritual power could flow within the royal family, but in a very bloody way, a one-time exchange where the loser either died or was seriously injured.
Although in the past twenty-two years, Jingyuan had not shown any hostility towards this heir left by the previous King.
But now, with the Mechanical Lifeforms starting to act and the Third Empire getting slightly restless, it was a time when spiritual power was needed.
They couldn’t guarantee that this arbitrary and tyrannical King wouldn’t do something to Lin Jianheng. After all, the matter of Lin Jianheng’s body being possessed back then was also very strange.
“Don’t talk.” Lu Yuanchen covered Jian Lingxuan’s mouth and got into the Lu family’s private car.
This might be the first time Lin Jianheng had flown through the sky holding someone.
Not even in her dreams had such a scene appeared.
It was a good thing Yan Su was obedient and light. The succubus race was generally lighter than they looked.
Holding her, Lin Jianheng thought she needed to properly feed her Sister Yan.
Calling her little cat every day, it wouldn’t be good if she really became as light as a cat; she was too thin.
It was obvious she had been abused by the usurper.
Lin Jianheng landed lightly, gave Yan Su, who was still clinging to her, a good squeeze, and then put her on the ground.
“Master~” Yan Su had recovered a lot of her strength. She hugged Lin Jianheng’s waist with a smack, pressing close to her, her tail swaying behind her.
So cute. Although not as fluffy as a real cat, it felt very soft.
Lin Jianheng, without any sense of propriety, once again pinched Yan Su’s tail.
“Feeling better?” Her words were concerned, but her hand was completely playing with Yan Su’s tail.
“Eek—yes, much, much better.” How could she pinch my tail in public? Yan Su instinctively wanted to retract her tail.
They had already arrived at the place where Jian Lingxuan usually lived.
The Jian family had an old mansion, but the two sisters and their mothers usually didn’t live there.
Today, Lin Jianheng was at Jian Lingxuan’s private residence. A dedicated piece of land in the center of Zone A to build a house, with a laboratory, swimming pool, and sports court next to it.
Lin Jianheng was once again amazed by her family’s wealth.
Was this what it was like to be a noble close to the royal family? It would be impossible to have such a luxurious piece of land in the central area without some power.
Because it was a private residence, besides the cleaning servants, there was actually no one else around.
But it was still not indoors. Yan Su quickly heated up.
“Hmm? You still sound a bit weak?” Lin Jianheng’s hand hadn’t let go, as if she were deliberately teasing Yan Su.
Yan Su was still hugging Lin Jianheng, completely stiff, the tips of her ears slowly turning red, about to lose control.
Right now, besides that sweater, she was only wrapped in a very thick coat.
Inside…
It was completely empty.
She had originally wanted to wear Lin Jianheng’s underwear to record that video.
But in the end, she didn’t dare to be so perverted in front of Lin Jianheng.
No matter what, she was just Lin Jianheng’s little cat, a pet. Stealing was one thing, but secretly wearing it was a bit too much.
“No, I’m not.” Yan Su bit her lip painfully, trying hard to ignore the sensation on her tail.
Her master’s hand had such a strong presence.
Completely enveloping her tail, pinching the heart shape that was slowly healing…
Just like how she had hugged her and comforted her without hesitation just now.
I like Master so much…
“Really, little cat. You’re a little weakling.” Lin Jianheng gave it a final squeeze, as if about to lift Yan Su by the scruff of her neck.
She wrapped her arms around her waist, making her momentarily airborne, and placed her in her arms.
She simply carried her into the villa.
Yan Su took a second to process the meaning of “little weakling.”
Did it mean she was light, frail, and weak?
If this could win Lin Jianheng’s affection, Yan Su was willing to be a little weakling.
At this moment, she held her breath, her pupils unconsciously constricting.
If she hadn’t bitten her tongue in time, her wings would have hit Lin Jianheng quite hard.
“What, can’t I carry my little cat?” Lin Jianheng was considerate yet a little mischievous, looking down at Yan Su, her smile tinged with black ink.
“You can, Master can do whatever she wants…” Yan Su closed her eyes and tilted her head back, trying to slow her breathing as much as possible.
Her entire neck turned a ripe red.
But Lin Jianheng saw what was under the collar…
Herself.
The “Jian Heng” written with a marker hadn’t been washed off. Perhaps because she had sweated a little, it was slightly blurred.
Lin Jianheng couldn’t help but recall the scene she had seen at noon.
“Herself” covered all of Yan Su. Like a naughty child marking the most beautiful sculpture with a marker.
But it was Yan Su who had written the name “Lin Jianheng” over and over again, just out of longing.
Were they still on Yan Su’s body now?
Had they smudged because of the sweat?
For a moment, Lin Jianheng wanted to help Yan Su touch up these signatures.
This time, she would do it herself. Would her Sister Yan Su be very cooperative, lying there like a nude model for a painting, or would she be very shy, pushing her hand away in a show of resistance, only to pull her pen back?
Lin Jianheng took a deep breath, feeling that she really needed to post on that forum.
How could the contracted succubus’s desire for marking affect her like this? It made her want to give a mark too.
“Master?” Yan Su moved slightly, completely relying on Lin Jianheng’s embrace, hooking her neck.
She was only shy for a moment; mostly she was excited.
She was the master’s little cat. For the master to be willing to carry her was a blessing of three lifetimes.
What was there to be coy about.
But seeing Lin Jianheng freeze for a few seconds without moving, Yan Su spoke up to remind her.
“Is Master tired too?” Yan Su reached out to wipe Lin Jianheng’s temple.
“Maybe.” Lin Jianheng closed her eyes, hugged Yan Su a little tighter, and walked to the villa door.
The villa had her biometric information recorded and automatically opened the main door.
Stepping inside, Lin Jianheng’s eyes were truly about to be blinded.
Jian Lingxuan’s private residence completely matched Lin Jianheng’s fantasy of a super-rich chaebol family’s residence from her original world.
There was no sense of nouveau riche ostentation. It was both simple and complex, Western on the outside, with a core of Chinese-style white space.
The entrance had a floor spliced with marble and purple sandalwood, the grain like clouds spreading through ink, custom cut.
The walls were covered with a gold paint based on rare mineral powder, giving off a low-key yet discerning luster.
The ceiling was ten meters high, enough to hang a three-meter-tall oil painting indoors—and there were ten such paintings, purely for viewing, with no practical value.
The crystal chandelier was bright and slightly yellow, the beads were naturally cut blue diamonds. In this era of rampant artificial diamonds, natural diamonds had returned to their original high price, not to mention the aquamarine version.
Even in the era of smart networking, dozens or even hundreds of servants were hired to show off wealth.
This group of servants waited at the door, by the sofa, in the kitchen, and other places, available on call.
Lin Jianheng: Feeling a bit of class envy.
Lin Jianheng: Oh wait, it’s my family. Never mind then.
Jian Lingxuan and Lu Yuanchen were already home.
The two were sitting on a sofa just around a corner, their heads close together, looking quite intimate.
“Master… I can walk on my own. Why don’t you put me down?”
Yan Su was instinctively intimidated by her master’s older sister and didn’t dare to keep asking Lin Jianheng to carry her in front of Jian Lingxuan.
“What does it matter? Those two are showing off their affection without any regard for us single dogs. Let’s show them up.”
Lin Jianheng insisted on carrying Yan Su and sat down next to Jian Lingxuan with a thud, without any politeness.
Jian Lingxuan raised her eyes to look at her, sizing her up and down.
“You’re the one who invited me, you can’t not welcome me.” Lin Jianheng said, putting Yan Su down next to her and reaching for the snacks.
Lin Jianheng wasn’t greedy; she just wanted to be a brat every time she saw Jian Lingxuan and especially loved to snatch her things.
“Go, go, kids shouldn’t disturb adults in love.” After confirming she was safe, Jian Lingxuan had no intention of talking to her in detail. After saying this, she rested her head in Lu Yuanchen’s arms.
Lin Jianheng’s mouth formed a flat, displeased line.
Help, this can’t be my bad sister who ignores her younger sister’s life and death, right? It can’t be, right?
Someone tell me why Jian Lingxuan is so obedient in front of her wife!
Kitten Yan Su was still leaning on Lin Jianheng’s shoulder, peeking out quietly.
She was also incredibly obedient in front of Lin Jianheng.
What did Lin Jianheng just say? Show them… affection?
Could their relationship already be described with “affection”?
Yan Su’s thoughts were turned into a racing heartbeat by Lin Jianheng’s words, crashing around in her chest.
“What are you two talking about? I’m a social terrorist; let me listen in too.” Lin Jianheng stubbornly refused to leave, pulling Yan Su into her arms with one hand and peeling a coconut treasure to feed her.
“Aren’t you a kid? What’s there to listen to? If you really want to know, go read the study materials I sent you.” Jian Lingxuan didn’t even turn her head, focusing on peeling lychees for her fiancée in her arms.
The only one who saw Lin Jianheng’s competitive action was Lu Yuanchen.
Lu Yuanchen covered her mouth to hide a smile and quickly came to smooth things over, separating the two childish people. “Aren’t you tired, Xiao Heng? Why don’t you go back to your room and rest first? Your sister has always kept a room for you. It’s very clean, and there’s food and drinks.”
“Sister-in-law, you’re the best.” Lin Jianheng’s eyes were full of “tears.” She blew a kiss to Lu Yuanchen and left with Yan Su.
She also stole two lychees from Jian Lingxuan’s plate.
Jian Lingxuan turned around and threw a lychee at her, but unfortunately missed. Lin Jianheng was already upstairs with Yan Su in her arms. Only a servant silently picked it up.
“Hey, wait a minute.” Jian Lingxuan finally reacted after peeling a lychee.
“I’m clearly the one who prepared those things for her, why is she thanking you!” That little ingrate. Jian Lingxuan’s eyes almost rolled out of her head.
“Maybe, I’m valued because of you?” Lu Yuanchen chuckled and put that lychee back into Jian Lingxuan’s mouth.
This earned her a corrective glance from Jian Lingxuan.
Then, after eating the lychee peeled by her wife, Jian Lingxuan threw Lin Jianheng to the back of her mind.
And Lin Jianheng, after entering the bedroom her sister kept for her, threw herself onto the bed with a sigh of relief.
“She still knows me pretty well.” The decorations and ornaments were all in a style Lin Jianheng liked.
For two lifetimes, the things Lin Jianheng liked hadn’t changed much.
“Real sister?” Yan Su had been pulled down by Lin Jianheng and had to sit on her lap, her heart pounding.
This was too presumptuous…
But Yan Su really liked the feeling of being held by Lin Jianheng. After a moment of coyness, she simply didn’t move.
“I guess? Anyway, no matter what, she’s my sister. That won’t change.” They had grown up together for so long, Jian Lingxuan had taken care of her a lot, and the Jian family had also treated her like their own daughter.
Jian Lingxuan was her real sister.
“That’s great.” Master has family who loves her.
It was just that for some reason, Yan Su felt instinctively afraid whenever she saw Jian Lingxuan.
“Yeah. Sister Yan, you’re my little cat. If you want, I can share my sister with you.” Lin Jianheng just gave Jian Lingxuan away like that.
“Ah, but she’s pretty annoying. Why don’t we share our sister-in-law instead? Sister Lu is very nice.”
Yan Su was infected by her laughter, and in the next moment, she lost her balance and was pulled to lie beside her.
The two lay on their sides, their eyes meeting.
Lin Jianheng saw the deep feelings hidden in Yan Su’s ocean.
It was so scorching hot, enough to burn her.
The pain spread from the moment their eyes met, but she couldn’t bear to look away, as if even blinking would turn Yan Su’s eyes into extinct jewels.
Lin Jianheng’s breathing slowed down bit by bit, her thoughts decelerated, her movements became slow, even the fluttering of her eyelashes slowed down.
Without blinking, she absorbed Yan Su’s sea-blue eyes and rose-colored hair into the bottom of her heart.
Then she blinked.
The place where she had absorbed Yan Su started to heat up.
Her chest slowly got hot, up to her neck, her ears.
And their joined hands.
“…I, I’ll go wash up first!” Lin Jianheng didn’t know what was wrong with her.
This feeling was too unfamiliar, making her want to escape.
She was the planet with the smaller mass, inevitably falling towards the Yan Su of a second ago.
Yan Su was the black hole that held her tightly, causing the tide of her collapse.
So much so that Lin Jianheng had to jump up.
“Mas—” For the first time, Yan Su failed to catch the fleeing Lin Jianheng.
And her master, her usually bold and straightforward master, had actually started to get shy.
Yan Su clutched her chest, waiting for the heat in her body to dissipate, an uncontrollable smile gracing the corners of her eyes.
She took off her coat and walked to the bathroom door without hesitation, knocking on it.
In the bathroom, Lin Jianheng sat on the toilet, troubled by the pheromones on her underwear.
On her optical computer, she was posting on a forum.
【Newbie seeking help. Just came of age, accidentally got a succubus at home. Do they have a high need for marking?】
【Main Post: Every time I ask my succubus if she wants to be marked, her expression is very strange. What’s going on?】
Just then, Lin Jianheng heard Yan Su’s knock on the door. She looked up abruptly, almost dropping her phone.
“Master, I’m also sticky, covered in sweat, and there’s still marker to clean… can Master join me and help me?”
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