Cangxuan leaned weakly against the wall, her expression a mask of calm.
No matter how Ye Feng gnawed at her, she remained unmoved.
Her ice-blue pupils were fixed on her sister, who had turned her head. She warned her not to be too naive, and certainly not too optimistic.
The Evil God had trapped them here; he surely had ulterior motives.
"Motives? If he truly is a 'God,' what could we possibly have that he would want?"
Danzhu tilted her head, feeling there was a small flaw in her sister's logic.
It was like the Herrscher of Finality, who looked down upon all the ants of civilization with equality.
Whether you were a genius or a fool, rich or poor, you would inevitably face an inescapable destruction.
From Danzhu's perspective as a researcher, what the "Evil God" was capable of was far beyond comparison to the Herrscher of Finality.
Cangxuan's breath hitched. She casually lowered her right hand, placing it at the root of her thighs, desperately shielding certain areas.
Acting as if nothing was happening, her expression was natural as she looked at her sister.
"From countless studies, we know that when faced with a complete 'unknown,' we should not use 'references.' That is meaningless. Only through logical deduction based on existing clues can we glimpse a fraction of the truth. But even then, the conclusions we draw may be the opposite of reality.
So, what if the Evil God is a being who possesses humanity, understands ethics, and yet has an extremely wicked personality?"
"Hmm..."
The water in the pot began to boil, forming a dense layer of small white bubbles. Danzhu finally turned back, placing the abalone into the pot to blanch it.
Cangxuan was granted a moment's respite. She rose onto the tips of her toes, her heels lifting off the ground as she pressed down with all her might. Her pale calves tensed, and her delicate, pink buttocks were pressed so tightly against the wall they flattened like a pancake.
Ye Feng lifted his head, licked his rough tongue over his lips, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Miss Cangxuan, I'm your lover, your boyfriend. Is it really okay to speak of me that way?"
Cangxuan lowered her gaze and simply looked at him, a silent rebuttal.
"My, how adorable. In that case, let's play a little game for couples. Cang~ Xuan~ chan~"
"...."
"Not answering again? Oh, I know. You're worried about your sister, aren't you? It's fine, we can communicate mentally."
Immediately, a voice echoed in Cangxuan's mind.
"Hi there, hello! A new day begins with a wonderful encounter, doesn't it?"
"??"
"My, my? You seem a little different today, Cangxuan."
Cangxuan froze.
Then, she glared fiercely at Ye Feng.
"Please do not use Elysia's voice."
"Ehh~~ You think I talk too much? But I just have so, so much I want to tell you."
"...."
Could you please stop touching me while using Elysia's tone?
"How about we add a bit of romantic atmosphere?"
"What exactly are you trying to do?"
"To make you let out some beautiful sounds, of course."
"Hah, in your dreams."
Cangxuan's ice-blue eyes looked down on Ye Feng, and she let out a disdainful, cold snort.
"Are you provoking me? Are you really that confident?"
Ye Feng gazed at Cangxuan's flawless legs. Unlike in the library, they weren't wearing one-piece black stockings this time.
Aside from their feathered dresses, they wore nothing else. One only had to part the hem of her skirt to get a glimpse of... smooth, pink thighs.
Ye Feng pulled his head back and raised a finger.
Cangxuan's eyes widened.
"—!?"
Squish.
Cangxuan's fist, hidden within her wide sleeve, clenched tightly. Ye Feng smiled.
"Hehe, Cangxuan's mouth is stubborn, but her body is quite honest, isn't it?"
"Heh, I don't feel a thing."
"Really? I don't believe you."
Ye Feng's hands were occupied, so he could only use his eyes to gesture.
"See this progress bar?"
"?"
Cangxuan followed Ye Feng's gaze and saw a graphic materialize in the center of her vision. It was rather cartoonish.
A pink progress bar, with a heart-shaped lock at the end.
Currently, the bar was already one-third of the way full.
[Pleasure Meter: 33%]
"You're so smart, Cangxuan. I shouldn't need to explain what this represents, right?"
"...."
The first feeling was shame!
Her body's state was an open book to him.
And to think she believed she could hide it as long as she didn't show it on her face.
Then came indignant anger.
To have such an ability and yet still toy with her pure heart like a cat playing with a mouse.
"Your personality is truly despicable."
Cangxuan was flushed with humiliation and fury, which only strengthened her resolve not to let this man corrupt her sister.
"Thank you for the compliment."
The corners of Ye Feng's mouth lifted.
"I was actually worried you'd say 'I'm a good person.' This is much better. My good Cangxuan, just how long will it take for you to charge up the remaining two-thirds?"
Squish.
The pink progress bar slowly crept upwards.
Over by Danzhu's side, the braised abalone was beginning to reduce over high heat.
A roaring flame licked the bottom of the black wok.
The ingredients, having been meticulously prepared, filled the room with a fragrant aroma.
Cangxuan watched the pink progress bar, her eyes gradually growing moist, like pear blossoms touched by morning dew.
Seventy percent...
Eighty percent...
It reached ninety percent!
"It's ready!"
Danzhu plated the dish and turned around, smiling brightly at Cangxuan. "Hehe, Sister, try my abalone first. Let's just put all those troublesome things aside for now."
"...."
"Hm? Sister?"
Danzhu suddenly wore a confused expression as she walked over with the plate.
Cangxuan was so frightened her heart nearly stopped.
But even while at ninety percent and on the verge of release, Cangxuan's control over her expression was impeccable. Aside from a very faint tremor, Danzhu couldn't tell the difference.
"What is it?" Cangxuan asked.
Danzhu approached, bringing her nose close to Cangxuan to take a sniff.
Cangxuan's pupils contracted. Her sister was about to touch Ye Feng, but just before making contact, she stopped abruptly.
Huh? What was that?
"It's a similar principle to a person-repelling barrier, a form of psychological suggestion. I told you, as long as you don't give me away, Danzhu won't 'notice' me. She'll naturally avoid me."
Cangxuan breathed a sigh of relief, but her sister's next words made her heart leap into her throat again.
"Sister... do you have... some kind of strange smell on you?"
"...What strange smell?"
Danzhu, holding the plate, sniffed again delicately. The faint, fresh scent of the sea from before was now masked by the aroma of the braised abalone.
"Hmm, must be my imagination. Maybe it's sweat. Speaking of which, you haven't taken a bath since we got here, Sister. Let's go together later. I found a hot spring on the back mountain."
"Uh..."
A hot spring?
He was toying with her like this just from watching Danzhu cook.
If they went to a hot spring, what the Evil God might do was something she didn't even dare to imagine.
Cangxuan forcefully suppressed a certain mounting sensation, looking at her sister with a cool, indifferent expression.