Her lips were unbelievably soft, and he originally intended just a brief taste, but it quickly spiraled out of control.
Gu Jiao was awakened by his kiss, letting out a soft, confused hum.
The most deadly allure is unintentional; he almost surrendered to her murmurs.
He restrained himself and released her, his chest heaving violently, breath short. If it weren’t for the dim light in the sleeping pod, and if Gu Jiao weren’t so intoxicated, she might have noticed his slightly flushed face.
Gu Jiao gazed at the handso face close to her, her eyes dreamy, lifting her slender fingers to pinch his flushed cheek, drunkenly mumbling, "Huh? How can I still dream of this?"
She pinched, pinched, and pinched again.
He allowed her little hand to wreak havoc on his face, gradually regaining his composure.
She was drunk; he really shouldn’t take advantage of her at this mont.
He intended to lie back down but unexpectedly, Gu Jiao grabbed his collar, looking fiercely at him.
For a mont, he didn’t know what she intended, so he just let her hold on.
She was so drunk, she should be asleep, yet she kept her eyes wide open, looking at him seriously, as if distinguishing his authenticity.
"No... not a dream..." she said in surprise, "Did you... steal a kiss from ?"
He responded calmly, "This is my sleeping pod; you crawled in yourself."
Gu Jiao blinked; the effect of alcohol was still there, her mind buzzing, she temporarily didn’t notice the flaw in the logic.
Wait, sothing still wasn’t right.
She said seriously, "There isn’t just one sleeping pod."
He replied, "I have a habit of recognizing beds."
The inexperienced Gu Jiao was successfully led astray by him: "So... maybe it was my fault. Did... did I make the first move just now..."
He pretended to be calm as he looked at her, "You said you liked , then jumped into my sleeping pod. What do you think?"
Gu Jiao lowered her gaze, her grip on his collar reduced to four tiny fingers, just pinching lightly, filled with guilt.
A mont later, she closed her eyes, "I’m asleep!"
The Father: "..."
The Father looked at her pretending-to-sleep face, his gaze ticulously tracing her features, finally resting on her swollen lips from his kiss.
After all, he couldn’t resist and pressed down on her again for a fierce kiss.
Gu Jiao looked at him with teary eyes, "This ti, I didn’t make the first move."
He lowered his head, gently kissing the corner of her lips, his voice hoarse, "It was ... Are you sober now?"
Gu Jiao nodded.
He propped himself over her with both hands, gazing deeply at her. Suddenly, he opened the sleeping pod and picked her up.
Gu Jiao pouted, "After all that kissing, you’re putting back..."
As they passed by her sleeping pod, he didn’t stop.
Gu Jiao was stunned.
He carried her out of the dical cabin, walked all the way to the second floor of the villa into her room, and dominantly confined her onto the soft bedchamber.
The unique youthful fragrance belonging only to her lingered at the tip of his nose. He could feel the rush of blood, even his usually calm, indifferent heart was beating twice as fast.
Gu Jiao was no better off, staring blankly as his cold and stern brows were tinged with a touch of desire, a bead of sweat sliding down his forehead, his exquisite Adam’s apple moving.
Gu Jiao felt herself getting drunk again.
The moonlight that night was exceptionally beautiful.
But she felt he was even better than the moonlight.
In a daze, she heard him say, "When you graduate, I’ll take you away from the organization."
She rembered agreeing, saying they would go together.
Unfortunately, that day never ca.
...
In the pitch-black secret room, Gu Jiao lay on the cold surgery table, injected with drugs and neurotoxins, the neurotoxins were to control her berserk state, while the drugs were gradually erasing her mory.
The monitor next to her lit up with a red light.
A man in surgical attire glanced at the data on the monitor and said, "That’s the maximum dose, any more and she’ll beco a fool."
Beside him, another doctor in surgical attire paused, "The last vial."
"No, the risk is too great, she’s still useful to the organization; the top hasn’t ordered her to be discarded."
"Then half a vial."
The last half vial was administered, and Gu Jiao completely passed out.
...
Another September ca, Gu Jiao, Xiao Hen, Long Yi, and Chang Jing traversed the ice field heading to Darknight Island.
This year’s ice field seed to have turned cold earlier than usual. On their way, they unexpectedly encountered a blizzard, causing the young couple to be separated from Long Yi and Chang Jing.
Strangely enough, despite the massive snowstorm, Xiao Hen managed to direct the direwolves to find the correct path.
And during these tis, he always exuded an aura colder than even those above the court.
The two reached Darknight Island first, and two days later, Chang Jing and Long Yi joined them.
Gu Jiao was very surprised, "Chang Jing and Long Yi are both from Darknight Island, raised among direwolves, yet you got here faster than them."
Praised by his wife, Xiao Hen was extrely pleased, but soon, his delight vanished.
Because Gu Jiao went to see that man again!
He knew too well, whatever about accompanying Long Yi back, accompanying Chang Jing to visit family, it was all just an excuse!
She was here to sweep the tomb of that man!
Yes, that man died a tragic death. To cultivate the Zicao plant, he didn’t hesitate to bury his bones on the Dark Night Island, using his flesh and blood as nourishnt.
But she always rembered him, and he was quite jealous!
He sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, hands tucked into his hand muffs, face darkened, shaking his legs incessantly.
Chang Jing ca over with a plate of washed fruits and asked him, "Want so?"
"No." he refused expressionlessly.
He was not in the mood to eat.
From his angle, he could clearly see the direction of the cetery, as Gu Jiao braved the biting cold wind, clearing the snow from the grave mound one handful at a ti.
She did it earnestly, not caring at all that her hands were turning red from the cold.
Xiao Hen gritted his teeth.
After shaking his left leg, he shook his right, his small eyes cold!
Chang Jing was feasting on the fruits heartily.
Xiao Hen glanced at him.
Won’t you go help?
All you know is to eat!
Can’t you see her hands are frozen like that?
If you went to help, she wouldn’t have to mourn that man herself!
You really don’t know how to ease the worries of your future brother-in-law.
Don’t want you as my brother-in-law anymore.
You’re out!
Chang Jing continued eating but didn’t forget to leave half for Geng Wuxiu, as he promised to bring back so fruits and seafood from Dark Night Island on the way back to Zhan Country.
"Long Yi!" Xiao Hen looked angrily at Gu Jiao’s red, frozen hands and shouted.
Such a grown person and still doesn’t know how to take care of herself. Having Long Yi do it wouldn’t hurt, would it?
Long Yi was in the Secret Room, unable to hear Xiao Hen’s voice.
Xiao Hen swore he wasn’t curious; he simply went to call Long Yi out to work!
He stood up calmly, elegantly brushed the snow off his robes, and walked coldly into the Secret Room behind the Study Room.
The corridor in the Secret Room had already been opened by the little first aid kit.
It was Xiao Hen’s first ti entering.
The hallway was pitch black, and at the far end was a slightly ajar door, with fluorescent light casting a mysterious glow.
A strange feeling surged in Xiao Hen’s heart.
He was sure it was his first ti here, yet sohow, it didn’t feel too unfamiliar.
He pushed open the slightly ajar door.
Long Yi was sitting cross-legged on the colorful floor, holding an album with only three people in it—his godfather, her from the past life, and the infant Long ngng.
Back then, he was so frail, unable to leave the treatnt cabin, unable to grow.
It was his father who transfused a lot of his own blood into him, allowing him to awaken from the treatnt cabin.
Xiao Hen ca to Long Yi’s back, with no intention to pry into others’ privacy, he didn’t look at what Long Yi was holding and asked, "What are you daydreaming about? I called you and you didn’t hear."
"Thinking about him," Long Yi said honestly.
Who "he" was, went without saying.
Xiao Hen narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Great, Long Yi was starting too.
Xiao Hen suppressed his rising jealousy, glanced around, and noticed all the doors were open except for one wooden door on the right.
He instinctively asked, "Huh? Why is that door closed?"
Long Yi replied casually, "Oh, that inside is father’s hibernation chamber, only he can enter."
It wasn’t until after he spoke that Long Yi realized Xiao Hen had co over; this room had a security system, unauthorized people weren’t allowed to enter, otherwise, they’d be attacked by weapons!
Long Yi suddenly awoke to the situation, hurriedly put down the album, and stood up to shield Xiao Hen behind him.
Unfortunately, it was too late. The green light from the detector had already settled onto Xiao Hen, and the source’s light flickered twice, while a cold chanical voice slowly started, "Unknown intruder detected, should we eliminate?"
"System pause."
"System error."
"System reboot."
The last ti Gu Jiao had been there, she also encountered the sa situation; it ended with the chanical sound of "system overload," leading to the system crashing.
Long Yi thought it would be the sa this ti.
To his surprise, the AI prompt "system overload" did not sound next; instead—
"System authentication."
"System reboot."
"Re-authenticating."
"Authentication complete."
"Marshal, long ti no see."
(End of the full text)
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