Chapter 511: Shui Miao Miao: “Oh no, don’t do this kind of thing! At least wait until I’m dead for ten years…”
Bai Feng slowly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. Last night, Little Jiu’s mischief was like a fuse that triggered everything. After that, instead of focusing on surviving the game levels together, they turned their gaming session into a chaos of sabotage—breaking each other’s experience points, from serious to downright ridiculous. So, naturally, they didn’t stay up all night gaming but spent it sparring in mischievous torment.
Next to him, Little Jiu also opened her eyes. She stared at Bai Feng and muttered softly, “Next time, I swear I’m never sitting in your arms playing games again!”
“…If I recall correctly, you were the first to throw the punch, weren’t you?”
Bai Feng reached out and pinched Little Jiu’s little face, still annoyed that she was blaming him.
“Umm… well, that’s also because your ghost thingy was so gross!” Little Jiu hurriedly threw the blame back.
“Alright, just get up already.”
Bai Feng was too lazy to argue with this stubborn little troublemaker.
“Oh.” Little Jiu slowly sat up from the bed. After a few seconds, she turned her head toward Bai Feng and asked, “Are we still going to play games today?”
“Once I finish my things, I’ll play with you.”
“Alright! It’s a promise!”
…
“Hahaha, victory! This time, my teacher’s definitely gonna praise me.”
Luo Qianqian stretched her arms in a big yawn. Her cultivation was only at the Golden Core stage for now, but thanks to her excellent array talent, she managed to snag a position making game content from her teacher.
But mostly, she was just handling some light work.
“I wonder what kind of reward the teacher’s gonna give me this time?”
Luo Qianqian tilted her head towards a tiny array disk on the table, barely half her palm in size. Besides simple protection functions, it also emitted a faint floral fragrance.
This mini array disk was the reward for her completing a Nascent Soul Stage formation all on her own, and it was becoming an increasingly important symbol in Bai Feng’s eyes.
She reached out with her small hand, playing with the tiny disk for a while, then leaned her chin on the table and sighed, “Does that guy even care? He’s left me here for so long without reaching out once.”
Just then, a piece of jade on her body suddenly flared with light. She picked up the jade and glanced at it, then quickly sat up—finally, he was contacting her!
“Three days from now, huh?”
Luo Qianqian rubbed her chin while looking at the jade. After some careful thought, she figured she probably didn’t have much on her schedule in three days, so it was a good chance to go out.
Meanwhile.
A woman sat inside a mountain cave. She had shed her disguise and revealed a face almost identical to Luo Qianqian’s, except it looked more mature.
“This should do it.”
She took out a small kn*fe, gently sliced her finger, and let a few drops of bl**d fall into the bowl before her.
She watched the bl**d drip slowly, expressionless.
…
Bai Feng stood in front of Shui Miao Miao’s door, knocking. But no one responded inside.
“Not home?”
He rubbed his chin and was about to leave when suddenly, he heard hurried footsteps from inside, and the door swung open.
“Senior Brother Bai!”
Shui Miao Miao gasped for breath. Her clothes were a bit disheveled, as if she’d hurriedly thrown on something but hadn’t had time to tidy up.
“Junior Sister Shui, you’re here.” Bai Feng grinned and greeted, “Won’t you invite me in for a sit?”
“Ah, please come in, please!”
Shui Miao Miao instinctively sidestepped, but within a second, she regretted it.
Oh no—my books and manga aren’t put away yet!
But by then, Bai Feng had already stepped past her into the room. Shui Miao Miao wanted to block him or hurriedly gather her things, but she was already too late.
“By the way, Junior Sister, pulling the curtains during the day? No lights on. Doesn’t it feel dark?”
Bai Feng didn’t open the curtains but reached out and turned on the room’s Spirit Stone lamp.
Shui Miao Miao opened her mouth, but said nothing in the end.
“Not expecting your room to be so clean and tidy, huh?”
Bai Feng looked around after turning on the light. Since Shui Miao Miao was a princess and a self-professed painting enthusiast, he thought her room would be a total mess—scattered drafts, paper flying everywhere, like Yu Yao’s chaotic little nest. Surprisingly, it was quite tidy.
He even unconsciously glanced at the unclosed bedroom door; inside, it was also clean, though the bed was a bit messy with various books piled on top—and some of his n*de sketches mixed in…
Wait a minute!
What the heck just got mixed in?
Bai Feng rubbed his eyes and stepped closer to the bedroom, thinking to investigate. But at that moment, Shui Miao Miao also suddenly realized—oh cr*p! I forgot to close the door!
She stretched out her hand and clung tightly to his clothes, pleading, “Wait, Senior Brother Bai! My room’s a mess, wait for me to tidy up! Please!”
“No need, I’ll help you clean.”
Though it sounded weird for a guy to help with a girl’s bedroom, Bai Feng couldn’t ignore the pile of stuff on Shui Miao Miao’s bed—no matter what, he had to see what exactly was on her bed!
“Stop with this nonsense! At least wait until I’m dead—no, a hundred years later—to help me clean my room!” Shui Miao Miao still struggled to pull Bai Feng away. But with her Dragon Clan strength, she was no match; Bai Feng effortlessly dragged her into the bedroom.
Once inside, he saw a pile of unmentionables and some scattered ‘risqué pictures’ of him—and of him and Shui Miao Miao—on the bed.
Bai Feng was silent for a moment. He hadn’t expected he’d be painting ‘risqué images’ so long, only to end up being drawn as a perverted sketch.
Though he knew Shui Miao Miao’s imagination was quite vivid—she had asked him for tips on drawing risqué art before—he’d never guessed she’d be so bold, actually creating real ‘risqué images,’ with the protagonists being herself and him.
“B-Bai… Senior Brother Bai, I… I can explain.”
Shui Miao Miao’s trembling hands clung to Bai Feng’s, her face burning so hot she thought it could fry an egg—being caught drawing pictures of them together must make her seem a total pervert, right?
“No need to explain, I understand.” Bai Feng turned around and patted her on the shoulder. “But I’ve got a few pointers—your poses are a bit off, and while the upper body is quite detailed, the lower half is a bit rough. Pay more attention next time. Also, when drawing this type of thing, try not to connect it too closely to real people.”
“…I-I got it.”
Shui Miao Miao felt her face heat up like she could melt—she probably looked like a tomato now. No, scratch that, she was already thinking about her grave location.
But driven by her pride as an artist, she couldn’t help but defend herself a little: “The roughness on the lower half is because I don’t know how to draw it properly, it’s the best I could do. If Senior Brother Bai…”
“No, I said nothing.”
She almost slapped herself. What was she even saying? Did her brain just leak out her words?
