Chapter 392 |
Consciousness returned.
Fang Qi slowly opened his eyes.
Mm.
The familiar ceiling.
Minimalist light strips.
White coffee table.
Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and in the air floated a faint scent of tea and strawberry sweetness.
…He was back.
The morning of the ninth day…
The scorching heat of the gun muzzle pressed against his temple, the last remaining warmth of Liguang in his arms, and that…
pitch-black nothingness that had swallowed everything.
But now, here he was, sitting on the sofa, his body perfectly intact, no trace of code abrasion on his face.
Across the coffee table, the silver-haired girl knelt there.
She was still wearing that familiar fluffy white pajamas, like a soft snow-white ball.
That stray strand of hair on top of her head stuck up messily, and her hands held the white porcelain teacup, steam curling up from its rim.
But this time, she didn’t hand the tea to him as usual.
She just knelt there, holding the cup, staring at him blankly.
Fang Qi also stared blankly back at her.
The two of them just looked at each other, neither speaking.
The faint blue light in that amber left eye had disappeared.
Having left the underground research institute, far from that gene-locked door…
Her original core had fallen back into slumber.
But her crimson right eye was trembling violently!
The scarlet light flickered, bright and dim, unstable, like a short-circuit!
And in that amber pupil, mist had already gathered.
Damp, glistening—on the verge of spilling over at any moment!
Her lips were trembling.
The hands holding the teacup also shook faintly, sending out fine ripples in the tea.
Fang Qi opened his mouth.
He wanted to say something—say "I’m back," say "It’s okay," say "Don’t worry"...
"Master—!!!!"
The silver-haired girl suddenly sprang up!
The teacup landed with a "click" on the coffee table, tea splashing out!
That fluffy white pajamas shot across the table like a little cannonball, crashing straight into his embrace!
Warm and soft against his chest!
"Master master master master master master master—!!!!!"
She screamed! Screamed endlessly!
Both hands clenched tightly at his collar, her whole delicate body trembling violently!
Fang Qi’s emotions were still low and his mind still blank…
When she pounced, he was knocked backward, his back sinking deeply into the sofa cushions!
Before he could even catch his breath, before his sluggish brain could sort out the situation…
A pair of slightly cool little hands suddenly cupped his face!
Liguang straddled his legs completely, her fluffy pajamas rubbing against his chest, her silver hair scattered loose over her shoulders.
She stared fiercely at Fang Qi’s face!
Her crimson right eye flashed wildly!
The scarlet light dyed half her pretty face blood-red!
The amber left eye still swirled with moisture…
But the corners of her mouth had already stretched into an exaggerated, almost manic yet blissful grin!
Then she lowered her head—
"Smack!"
She planted a kiss on his left cheek!
"Smack!"
Another, on his right cheek!
"Smack smack smack smack smack—!!!"
Her little mouth pecked like a chick pecking at rice!
Frantically kissing!
Nonstop kissing!
Wild, chaotic, undisciplined kissing!
Landing on his face, forehead, nose, chin, both cheeks, the corners of his eyes, his earlobes…!
Every inch of exposed skin was bombarded by the relentless press of her soft lips!
Fang Qi: "?!?!?"
He was completely stunned!
What?!
He had just been immersed in the heavy, dark nothingness of the last loop in his mind?!
In his memories lingered Gu Xi’s hollow, lifeless eyes!
But now, out of nowhere,
he was being pinned on the sofa by his own crazy girl and kissed wildly?!
"Liguang—wait—don't—mmph?!"
His mouth was caught mid-sentence, directly sealed shut!
Soft lips pressed firmly against his, her strawberry-sweet breath hitting his face—warm and tickling.
After kissing his mouth, she went to his chin!
After his chin, she went to his nose!
After his nose, back to his cheeks!
No rhythm at all!
She was simply like a starving kitten, madly licking its food!
Too intense!
So intense that Fang Qi instinctively struggled, even instinctively raised a hand to push her away!
But the moment his hand touched her shoulder…
As if triggered by some reflex, the scarlet in her crimson eye flashed fiercely!
The force of her hands cupping his face suddenly increased!
Then—
"Smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack—!!!!"
She kissed even harder!
Fang Qi felt his entire face burning from the onslaught!
Her lips were soft, but the frequency was overwhelming!
His left cheek got a dozen kisses, his right cheek got a dozen, his forehead got who knows how many…
Even his eyelids weren’t spared!
"No—Liguang—hold on—!"
"Wait—stop—stop—!"
He turned his head to dodge, but her hands cupped his face and turned it back!
He raised his hand to block, and her lips kissed the back of his hand, then slipped through his fingers to reach his cheek again!
He struggled to sit up, and she pressed her whole weight onto him like an anchor, like a runaway train that wouldn’t stop at all. The fluffy pajamas clung to his chest as her silver hair draped down, tickling his neck, making him flinch and shrink back… only for her to cup his face again and kiss him back!
…Forget it.
Fang Qi gave up on struggling and thinking.
He lay limp on the sofa.
His face was already stinging hot, his entire facial skin crying out in protest!
And Liguang was still lying on top of him, her little mouth still going "smack smack smack" without stopping!
…
After what felt like an eternity—Fang Qi guessed about ten minutes—
finally, the barrage of kisses stopped.
He still lay sideways on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.
His whole face was swollen!
Hot, numb…
It felt worse than being slapped a hundred times!
The silver-haired girl was curled up on his chest, her fluffy white pajamas bunched into a ball.
Her cheek was pressed against his chest, her body still trembling!
Trembling with excitement!
Her hands still clutched his collar, her little mouth slightly open, breathing warm, rapid pants.
"...Liguang."
Fang Qi muttered, his voice resigned and lifeless.
"What—ouch—got you so worked up all of a sudden…"
The silver-haired girl didn’t answer right away.
She buried her face deeper into his chest, then gently opened her mouth and bit a small patch of skin on his neck.
The tips of her teeth sank in slightly, sending a faint tingle.
Then she released her bite and pressed her lips against that shallow mark, her voice still trembling.
"Master…"
"Liguang… had another dream."
Her voice was soft and shaky.
"A dream… that was so, so powerful."
Fang Qi’s eyes drifted down slightly to her fluffy silver head.
She still kept her face buried in his chest, refusing to lift it, her voice muffled.
"In that dream… Liguang learned so many, many things."
Her fingers lightly curled against his chest, instinctively tightening.
"Learned that from the moment Liguang was just a concept…"
"I was always completely and utterly Master’s."
Her voice trembled more and more.
"I knew that Master, since he was a child..."
"had always loved Liguang."
She lifted her head.
Those heterochromatic eyes were staring straight at him!
In her amber left eye, a mist of tears was still swirling!
In her crimson pupil, a sick yet blissful scarlet flickered!
The corners of her mouth slowly curled open.
"Liguang understands now..."
Her smile stretched grotesquely, her lips quivering!
"If there were no Master, Liguang would never have existed!"
"Liguang's appearance was drawn by Master, Liguang's name was given by Master, everything about Liguang—"
She abruptly pushed herself upright from his chest, cupping his face in both hands again!
"Be—longs—to—Master!"
The scarlet in her crimson eye blazed wildly, as if it would swallow him whole!
"In my dreams..."
"Liguang gets so excited, so excited, so excited—!!!"
Her voice shook violently.
"Liguang always wanted to hold Master and kiss him fiercely! Kiss him until..."
"Until Master passes out!"
As she spoke, her fingernail gently scratched his cheek, making Fang Qi hiss in pain.
Sss—!
Honey, that hurts!
His face really was swollen from kissing!
And what does she mean by "kiss him until he passes out?!"
Was she planning to...?!
He stared in horror at the silver-haired girl grinning before him!
"But—"
The curve of Liguang’s lips suddenly stiffened, and a hint of grievance and reproach crept into her voice.
"In my dreams, Liguang was way too calm."
Her eyelashes drooped slightly.
"In my dreams, Liguang would always calculate the pros and cons."
"In my dreams, Liguang didn't dare to disturb Master."
"In my dreams, Liguang just kept holding back, holding back..."
She gritted her teeth!
"She wanted so badly to pounce into Master's arms, wanted so badly to kiss Master's face fiercely—"
"But she held it in!!"
"But now..."
She lifted her eyes again!
"Liguang is finally awake!!"
The scarlet in her crimson eye flared up once more in that instant!
"Liguang won't hold back anymore! Liguang wants to kiss! Liguang wants to kiss Master's face until it's ruined—!!!"
As she spoke, her hands gripping his face suddenly tightened!
Her ten fingers sank into his swollen cheeks, compressing his entire face slightly out of shape!
Her mouth curled in that maniacal arc, the scarlet in her crimson eye merging into a solid blaze!
Then she leaned down, ready to launch another attack!
Holy crap!!
Fang Qi was truly terrified now!
No!
No, honey!!
His face was already swollen from kissing!
His whole face was burning with pain!
If her lips touched his again, he might really scream!
Damn!
Could it be...
That his face would end up like Lin Xiaoyou's butt?!
Lin Xiaoyou!! Was this all part of your plan?!?!
Honey, stop!!
He was about to be kissed into a pig face!!!
And just as Liguang’s lips were less than half an inch from his face—!
A flash of deep blue light suddenly glimmered in her amber left eye!
A fleeting, lightning-fast flash.
Then it faded into stillness.
But in that single instant—
Liguang’s exaggerated grin froze.
Still holding his face, still leaning in, still in the motion about to kiss...
The smile solidified on her face.
The scarlet still flickered in her crimson eye, the tears still lingered in her amber one.
But all the madness and excitement on her face had frozen.
Then, her phoenix eyes slowly widened.
And—
She abruptly released his face!
Shot upright!
"S-s-sorry, Master!!"
Her voice was even sharper than before!
"What has Liguang done!!"
Panic and heartbreak filled her face!
"Master's face—Master's face is all swollen—!!"
She scrambled off him frantically!
"Liguang will get the medicine right away!!"
Her slippers slapped against the floor, and she stumbled toward the bathroom to grab the first-aid kit!
Those little ears, pale and visible beneath her silver hair, were now burning red, as if about to drip blood!
Fang Qi collapsed onto the sofa and let out a long sigh.
Whew—!
Dodged... that... bullet...!
He raised a hand and gently touched his swollen cheek...
"Sss—!"
It hurt!
That flash of deep blue just now...
Must have been the normal trigger of the core programming, right?
The core programming his parents had implanted would activate when Liguang was overwhelmingly emotional!
Clearly, Liguang had been so worked up that the core triggered, briefly awakening her restraint.
And in that brief moment of lucidity...
She calmed down.
Fang Qi stroked his burning cheek, wincing.
...The core programming saved his face!
Otherwise, with her in that state, he really would have been kissed into a pig face...
Sorry, core programming!
Back in the basement archive room, he'd resented you for being too cold...
For suppressing Liguang, stopping her from throwing herself into his arms...
At the time, he even wished the crimson eye would overpower the blue light!
But now it looked like—
The core was the real keeper!
"Pat pat pat pat!"
The silver-haired girl dashed back carrying the first-aid kit, quickly kneeling by the sofa!
She opened it, took out some anti-inflammatory ointment, dipped her slender finger in, and carefully applied it to his swollen cheek.
Her movements were gentle, spreading the ointment smoothly over his skin.
Her lips were pressed together slightly, her expression serious and guilty, with the remnants of tears from her earlier excitement glistening at the corners of her eyes.
Fang Qi just watched her, slightly dazed.
...Adorable.
He had so many things to think about now...
But...
He'd just enjoy this brief "service" from his wife for now.
Neither of them spoke, quietly savoring this time that belonged only to each other.
After applying the medicine, the silver-haired girl backed off half a step.
She knelt again on the carpet, picked up the white porcelain teacup from the coffee table, raised it above her head, and then—
"Master, your tea."
A soft and crisp voice.
"The temperature has been adjusted to your favorite 52 degrees Celsius—"
Her voice suddenly stopped.
The amber pupil in her eye trembled slightly.
Her fingertip lightly rubbed the cup's rim...
Then her entire face collapsed, filled with panic!
"I'm sorry, Master! I'm so sorry, so sorry! The tea has cooled down! Liguang will make you a fresh cup right away!"
She stood up abruptly, carrying the cup, and rushed frantically into the kitchen!
Fang Qi: "..."
Uh...
Yeah.
Adorable, huh!
Sss—
That hurts...
