Chapter 407 |
Fang Qi lounged comfortably in the sofa.
The chain around his ankle let out the occasional soft clink.
On the TV screen, a man and a woman stood facing each other in the heavy rain.
The man was soaked through, the woman’s makeup was ruined from crying.
The background music swelled louder, a bit noisy.
But…
Fang Qi’s eyelids were starting to droop.
This drama was so boring…
He sneaked a glance at the silver-haired girl in his arms.
Her cheek rested on his chest, the stubborn tuft of hair on top of her head sticking up again, tickling his chin.
Her gaze was fixed on the TV, but her soft cheek…
kept rubbing against his chest occasionally.
…Oh well, might as well watch.
As long as he was with his Wife, nothing else mattered.
Being able to sit here idly on the sofa watching TV…
that was already happiness enough for him.
Fang Qi pulled Liguang closer and looked back at the screen.
The male lead’s voice was hoarse:
“Let me explain…!”
The female lead raised her hand and slapped him:
“I won’t listen! I won’t listen!”
Fang Qi: “…”
…Does it have to be this cheesy?!
Galgames were way better!
In Galgames, you could choose your own options!
You could even deliberately mess up and watch Liguang, your Wife on screen, lose her temper at you!
But now…
He was stuck passively watching other people fall in love—with the cheesiest drama ever!
His eyelids started drooping again…
His head slowly tilted to the side and rested on top of Liguang’s head.
“Master?”
A small hand gently caught Fang Qi’s tilted head.
Fang Qi forced his eyes open again.
Liguang was half-turned, looking up at him with her little face.
Her amber pupils reflected the flickering light of the screen, while the red in her other eye pulsed faintly.
“Master, are you sleepy?”
“Ah… no.”
Fang Qi sat up straighter, the chain on his ankle clinking.
How could he be sleepy?
Just this morning, Liguang had forced him into a few hours of “rest”…
“It’s just that…”
He pursed his lips as he watched the TV:
“This drama is kind of…”
On screen, the male lead was pulling the female lead’s arm, and she was struggling in the rain.
Fang Qi: “…”
The corner of his mouth twitched.
He really couldn’t take this anymore!
Wife, how about we change the channel?
Forget the news, let’s watch something else…
Liguang understood immediately.
She blinked, glanced at the TV screen, tapped her slender finger on her lips…
Then turned back to him, her phoenix eyes curving into a smile!
“Master, how about…”
She gave him a mischievous grin:
“Liguang plays some games with you!”
…Huh?
Fang Qi froze for a moment.
Play games?
“Master must…”
Liguang’s delicate finger gently poked Fang Qi’s chest as she winked at him:
“Really like playing games, right?”
Fang Qi’s mouth opened slightly.
…?
Play games, huh?
Play games?
Fang Qi stared at her blankly.
Did he…
like playing games?
Haha.
No kidding.
Now that you mention it…!
Fang Qi suddenly ruffled Liguang’s hair vigorously!
Making that stuck-up tuft of hair even more disheveled!
“Do I…”
“EVER love playing games?!”
Fang Qi let out an inner roar!
FPS, racing, fighting, action, adventure, open-world exploration…
Name a genre, he’d played it!
Name a major title, he’d grinded through it!
Not to mention…
He was a man who had played three hundred and twelve hours of My Yandere Mechanoid Wife!
Galgames were the best!
But…
He paused again, his hand stilling as it ruffled her hair.
…Playing games, huh.
How long had it been since he’d played any games since crossing into this world?
Or rather…
After arriving in this world, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the real-life “Yandere Mechanoid Wife.”
Across the low tea table knelt his beautiful silver-haired, heterochromatic-eyed Wife, and then came all the save-loading, all the deaths…
Before this, he’d spent all his time either trying to win over a yandere or getting killed by one…
He’d had no time for games!
He hadn’t played a single one since crossing over!
Wait, no…
He’d been reborn as a baby, right?
So before losing his memories, he must have played games?
No, scratch that…
Actually, he’d been in a game all along?
Always playing a game?
Playing a top-tier hardcore Galgame?
…Forget it. None of that mattered!
What mattered was—
“Hell yes!”
Fang Qi slapped his thigh, suddenly feeling pumped!
The drowsiness from before vanished in an instant!
“Playing games, hell yeah!”
Fang Qi hugged the silver-haired girl tightly and ruffled her hair again!
“Master loves playing games with Liguang the most!”
The silver-haired girl looked up at him, the corner of her mouth curling higher:
“Then Master…”
“But…”
Fang Qi’s tone shifted as he looked around the living room.
TV, sofa, coffee table, shelving unit, kitchen, and those two bedrooms…
Yep.
That was it.
Tsk.
A regular office worker’s home—where would gaming equipment come from?
“Our place…”
He scratched the back of his head, looking awkwardly at Liguang in his arms.
“Looks like we don’t have a computer or any gaming setup?”
The silver-haired girl blinked, froze for a moment…
Then her phoenix eyes narrowed!
The smile on her lips suddenly turned subtle and gentle.
“Master…?”
She tilted her head slightly, gazing at him meaningfully:
“How could Master possibly have those things?”
“Liguang would never allow Master to have those.”
“After all…”
She said, tapping a slender finger against Fang Qi’s chest.
She tilted her head again, and the red in her heterochromatic eye flashed once more!
“Taking care of you… is Liguang’s duty!”
Before Fang Qi could react, the silver-haired girl moved.
She swung her long legs over and straddled his thighs in one smooth motion!
Fang Qi felt the weight on his lap and his heart skipped a beat!
Was his Wife about to “play games” with him?
W-wait…
What kind of game was this?!
The silver-haired girl pressed her hands against his chest on either side, her face inches from his.
Her heterochromatic eyes still stared at him meaningfully, her soft breath brushing against his face…
The pleasant scent of strawberries.
“Master.”
A faint smile curved at the corner of her mouth as she tilted her head to look at him.
“Liguang is going to…”
“take you to play a game—right now!”
Fang Qi stared back at her blankly for half a second.
Hold on…?
Liguang could take him…?
Really?
How was she going to…?
…Huh?!
His pupils contracted sharply!
Because he suddenly noticed that on the back of Liguang’s neck, on that delicate synthetic skin…
a tiny, almost invisible slit had opened!
Faint blue light was seeping out from that slit, wisp by wisp!
Then…
Several thin threads emerged from the slit!
Finer than hair!
Softer than silk!
They shimmered with a faint blue glow, gently trembling in the air.
Like living tendrils!
…Wait a minute?!
Fang Qi sat bolt upright, staring intently at those thin threads!
They couldn’t be…
the mental link threads, could they?!
Yes!
Absolutely they were!
Those threads—he’d never forget them for the rest of his life!
Staring at the faint blue threads, Fang Qi swallowed hard.
He clearly remembered everything that had happened back then!
In that sterile white room at the containment center.
Liguang was secured to a stand by precision mechanical rings, her neck severely injured as she sat in a wheelchair.
The two of them kissed...
And then, from the back of Liguang's neck, those invisible spiritual link threads emerged!
Those things pierced into the back of his head!
Then...
They dragged his entire being into that long, eighty-two-year-long illusion!
Eighty-two years...
For a moment, Fang Qi's gaze went slightly out of focus.
That was the craziest thing Liguang had ever done to him.
It was also his...
happiest memory.
So...
He looked at the smiling Liguang before him and the fine threads extending from her neck...
Now, she was about to...
...?
Fang Qi's gaze froze...
His brow furrowed!
Wait!
No!
"Liguang!"
He quickly raised his hand!
"This isn't right!"
He immediately pointed at the faint blue threads slowly approaching him:
"Doesn't this require some kind of condition?"
It does, doesn't it?
He remembered... it was necessary, right?
He remembered it was...
"My body needs to be extremely weak, doesn't it?"
He stared at the smiling silver-haired girl before him:
"And... I have to be completely open to you?"
The threads paused slightly in midair.
Fang Qi narrowed his eyes, watching the silver-haired girl, whose phoenix eyes had widened slightly.
Being completely open to her—that wasn't a big problem.
Right now, he couldn't be more open!
But extremely weak...
Was that Crazy Girl planning to do something to him?
Make him as weak as last time?
Well, that might not be so bad...
The silver-haired girl looked somewhat surprised.
"Master, you actually know about this...?"
She met Fang Qi's gaze innocently, then...
Suddenly gave an embarrassed little smile.
"Yeah... that is a condition, but..."
Her voice softened a bit:
"That's for completely merging Master's consciousness with Liguang's."
As she spoke, she raised her hand, her slender fingers gently brushing against Fang Qi's carotid artery.
Her perfectly rounded nails slid slowly along the pulsing vessel.
Fang Qi was used to this feeling by now; it was just a little ticklish.
"I'm sorry, Master."
Liguang lowered her eyes, her lashes trembling slightly.
"I didn't expect you to know that. Actually..."
"These past few days, every time I watched Master sleep..."
She glanced up cautiously at Fang Qi, then immediately looked down again.
"I thought about whether to do this..."
Fang Qi: "...?"
Liguang continued mumbling softly:
"Liguang also thought about making Master really weak, and then..."
"trying to fully link Master's consciousness again..."
Fang Qi opened his mouth.
So... that was a thing?
The silver-haired girl lifted her eyes, her gaze moist as she looked at him:
"Anyway, even if it fails..."
She winked at Fang Qi.
...Ah.
Fang Qi understood what she meant.
If it failed, she could just load a save.
It really didn't matter...
But the silver-haired girl suddenly shook her head gently.
"But Liguang..."
She leaned in closer, her lips quickly pressing against his!
A brief touch, then she pulled away!
A soft, strawberry-scented kiss!
Then she buried her face in his chest, nuzzling against it...
"Liguang just can't bring herself to do that to Master."
"After all..."
Her voice was muffled against his chest:
"Liguang still wants to be with Master forever, in reality."
"Not trapped in something virtual and false."
Fang Qi had been distracted by that brief kiss—his Wife's kisses were so sweet!
But those words instantly pulled him back from that blissful haze.
His gaze froze.
Then he stared at her, dazed.
...What did she mean?
She wanted to be with him forever, in reality?
But...
But this world itself seemed to be...
"Master!"
Liguang suddenly pouted.
"What are you spacing out for?"
She pursed her lips, her brows furrowing:
"Anyway, right now Liguang just wants to take Master to play a game. It's not about fully linking Master!"
She extended a slender finger and pressed it against Fang Qi's forehead!
"It doesn't need those two conditions!"
She tapped his head again and again, making it bob back and forth!
Fang Qi quickly grabbed her hand, glaring at her!
How dare you, Crazy Girl!
The silver-haired girl smirked, explaining:
"Even under normal circumstances, Liguang can pull part of Master's consciousness into a virtual world."
"It's similar to the 'immersive gaming helmets' sold on the market."
"Every dawn AI can be equipped with this feature, but for a custom model like Liguang..."
She lifted her chin slightly, squinting at Fang Qi as if looking down on him:
"It's been standard from the start!"
Her red eyes flickered briefly.
"Master? You actually..."
"didn't know?"
Her smile faltered.
Her gaze was full of displeasure!
——Master, you really don't care about Liguang!
Fang Qi: "I..."
His eyes widened as he looked at the slightly pouty Little Yandere before him.
...What?
His Wife had this kind of feature?
An immersive game?
Like...
a brain-computer interface game?
He really had no idea...!
Everything he knew about Liguang's abilities came from the game My Yandere Mechanic Wife!
That game had all kinds of storylines—sweet daily life, warm dates, sudden dark turns, and bad endings.
But there was never a plot where he could play games together with his Wife Liguang...
Still...
He steadied himself!
Liguang's displeased gaze was growing deeper!
There was even a hint of resentment!
If he didn't react soon, his Wife would really get angry!
So, he immediately closed his eyes and thrust his face forward!
"Come on, Liguang!"
"Take your Master into Liguang's virtual world!"
His tone was passionate!
"Your Master wants to be immersed in a game world with Liguang!"
Fang Qi kept his eyes shut tightly.
For two seconds, there was silence, then a soft "pfft" of laughter.
Next, he felt the girl straddling him wrap her arms around his neck.
The sweet strawberry scent enveloped him completely.
Then, the back of his head and both temples felt a faint coolness at the same time!
"Master, relax."
"Relax..."
Liguang's voice dropped, taking on a husky, seductive tone.
Oh, his Wife's voice sounded so... huh?!
His consciousness suddenly plunged downward!
Everything sank into a warm darkness in an instant!
And then—
"WHOOSH—!"
A fierce wind roared into his eardrums!
An intense sensation of freefall!
Fang Qi: "????"
What the hell?!
He snapped his eyes open!
The howling wind made him squint as soon as he opened them, forcing them into narrow slits!
In the terrifying freefall, he looked down...
"Holy crap—!!!"
He almost pissed himself in fear!
He was in midair!
He was...
falling!!
Below, blurred mountains, rivers, and forests stretched out!
They were rushing toward him at terrifying speed!
His clothes billowed as the wind filled them!
He was plunging downward with the acceleration of freefall!
What?!?!
"Holy crap—!!!"
"Master!!"
A joyful, piercing shriek cut through the howling wind!
Clear and ecstatic!
Fang Qi whipped his head around so fast his neck nearly snapped from the air resistance!
The silver-haired girl was right beside him, just a few meters away!
She was falling alongside him, her entire body suspended midair, her long silver hair swept high by the wind!
And she was wearing a black wingsuit he had never seen on her before!
Webbing stretched between her arms and torso, and between her legs…
From head to toe, she looked like a silver-haired flying squirrel!
No, scratch that…
What flying squirrel ever looked this stunning?
"Master! Spread your arms and legs!"
She shouted through the wind—her voice clear despite the roaring gale!
"We’re going…"
"—to fly!!!!"
