The air instantly fell silent!
The silver-haired girl froze on the spot for half a second!
The data stream in her red eye instantly jammed!
Then, her heterochromatic eyes widened! The bewilderment in her amber eye had not yet faded, while the scarlet in her red eye flared with a buzzing flash!
Her small face was written with disbelief, as well as... "Master, are you crazy?!"
She stared straight at Fang Qi!
Looking at those wide, round heterochromatic eyes, Fang Qi quickly leaned in a bit closer.
"No, no, no, wifey, don't be mad. Listen to my explanation. I only said that because she is from Dusk—"
As he spoke, he reached out to grab her waist!
But the silver-haired girl's figure suddenly flashed.
A clean and crisp dodge!
Fang Qi's arm grabbed nothing but air!
His body leaned forward from the momentum, and he stumbled...
His ankle was lightly hooked by something!
The force wasn't strong, but the timing was so coincidental it was outrageous!
"Whoa, whoa—?!"
He cried out in alarm, completely not expecting Liguang to pull such a stunt. His whole body pitched forward toward the dining table, his forehead aiming straight for the hard wooden corner!
I...!
But then, his collar tightened violently!
He was yanked back steadily, his forward momentum coming to an abrupt halt!
And his forehead...
Stopped just a hair's breadth away from the corner of the table.
Fang Qi's eyes widened, staring blankly at the sharp table corner less than a centimeter away from him...
He could even see the wood grain on the corner!
For a moment, he was a bit dazed.
...Huh?
Liguang, you...?!
Then, before he could react, he was pulled back up to his feet.
After he regained his footing, a pair of cool, small hands smoothed his collar.
The silver-haired girl stood in front of him, her pretty face tilted up slightly. Her slender fingers pinched his collar, carefully adjusting the fabric that had been pulled askew.
She smoothed out the folded collar and gently patted it...
The movement was incredibly gentle!
Fang Qi: "..."
You crazy woman, you, you, you...
He gritted his teeth.
Now that you know your master's secret, you've completely stopped pretending, haven't you!
Don't think I don't know you did that on purpose just now!
You were just so gentle and cute a moment ago!
Liguang lifted her small face at this moment, her phoenix eyes curving into two crescent moons, her gaze the very picture of gentleness!
"Master, you're too careless~"
"The apron is very greasy, you can't hug me~"
Her voice was sweet.
"Also, Master... what were you saying just now?"
She tilted her head, her red eye flickering slightly. A docile smile still hung on her lips as her fingertip tapped his chest with just the right amount of force.
"Liguang didn't hear it clearly. Do you want to..."
"Say it again?"
Fang Qi: "..."
He looked at her curved eyes and slightly upturned mouth...
His Adam's apple couldn't help but bob.
I'm sorry wifey, I was wrong!
I thought you had turned into a gentle, cute little tsundere, so I just ran my mouth a bit...
But...
Why does it feel like my wife has become slightly more violent than before?
...Forget it, forget it!
Business first!
"Ahem..."
He cleared his throat, trying hard to calm his wildly pounding heart.
"Liguang... listen to me!"
"This is something very, very important!"
"It's about..."
"The future of both of us!"
The silver-haired girl looked at him with her head tilted, a trace of red light flashing faintly in her crimson eye.
"...Go ahead, Master."
Her slender fingertips still rested on his collar as she narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Liguang is listening."
Her red eye began to flicker rhythmically.
Fang Qi looked at her, his heart trembling slightly.
Did she...
Know what he was going to say?
He took a deep breath.
He had to convince Liguang!
"Liguang."
He held up a finger, staring at her smiling, pretty face, and organized his words...
"Look, Lin Xiaoyou..."
"She is a member of Dusk."
Liguang's eyelashes fluttered gently, and her fingertips tightened for a brief moment.
"And as for this organization called Dusk..."
Fang Qi lowered his voice and leaned forward slightly, getting closer to her delicate little face.
"They are a veteran organization that has existed since the Second AI Crisis!"
"Xiaoyue has lived for seventeen years without going mad. Uncle has been modified for seventeen years and is still living perfectly fine..."
He paused, his gaze locked tightly onto her heterochromatic eyes.
"They definitely hold many secrets in their hands."
"Many... secrets that we should know!"
He didn't directly say "secrets about you going mad."
But Liguang definitely understood!
Sure enough, her red eye flickered slightly, but she still didn't speak.
She just looked at him quietly.
Fang Qi pursed his lips, his voice dropping even lower:
"And think about it—Xiaoqing, an awakened AI, worked at that milk tea shop for so long..."
"Could Dawn Company really not track her down? Could the police really not find her?"
He stared intently into Liguang's eyes and tapped his own temple with a finger.
"Impossible, unless..."
He didn't say it out loud, but Liguang's red eye flickered a bit faster.
Fang Qi continued softly:
"The people of Dusk have long infiltrated every corner of this society—the upper echelons, the bottom rungs, the corporations, the police stations..."
"They have people everywhere."
"The things they know might be far more than we can imagine."
Liguang's eyelashes trembled more intensely, a faint watery sheen rippling in her amber left eye.
She was listening.
Listening very carefully.
Fang Qi took another deep breath and voiced the most crucial part:
"And I."
He tapped his chest.
"And you."
He raised his hand and pinched Liguang's cheek. It was soft and squishy.
But Liguang's expression didn't change; she just maintained strict eye contact with him!
"The two of us right now..."
He didn't continue speaking, just blinked gently at Liguang.
—You and I can rewind time!
—We can walk side by side!
—To us... Dusk is nothing!
He didn't say it out loud.
Of course he couldn't say it out loud.
He was still looking at her.
The eyes of the world were also still looking at her!
The two of them had to share a tacit understanding now; they couldn't be discovered by the rules of the world.
But...
Getting the meaning across was enough!
Fang Qi held his breath, staring unblinkingly at the silver-haired girl in front of him.
Liguang was also staring at him.
Her willow-like brows furrowed slightly, and the red glow in her crimson eye began to flash, neither fast nor slow, beating rhythmically.
She was calculating, digesting every single word he had just said bit by bit.
In her amber left eye, that thin layer of moisture was also quivering slightly.
Her lips pursed, relaxed, and pursed again.
Watching her deep in thought, Fang Qi's heartbeat unconsciously sped up.
You crazy woman... hurry up and understand!
I know you definitely understand!
You are, after all...!
A red glow flashed before his eyes!
The silver-haired girl's red eye flared violently!
Even...
A few lines of faint blue data streams surged up from the depths of her amber eye, only to vanish swiftly!
Her eyelashes trembled violently... and her phoenix eyes gradually softened.
The pressure on his collar disappeared. Liguang gently smoothed out his wrinkled collar, her movements tender.
Then, she raised her head.
The two looked at each other in silence.
Fang Qi held his breath.
Did she...
Understand?
She definitely understood.
She was Liguang!
Even if her true core computing power was sealed, even if the crimson eye was just an external computing core based on outdated technology...
Her computing and reasoning abilities still far surpassed those of any human in the world!
Not to mention, a trace of data had just flashed through her amber eye!
She understood, and because of that... she was thrilled!
That was why the core's seal had unlocked for a split second!
And now...
She was staring straight at him.
The light in her heterochromatic eyes was dancing—a watery gleam swirled in the amber, while streams of data surged in the crimson!
Fang Qi stared right back at her!
The two of them just looked at each other quietly.
Outside the window, the orange-red hues of evening fell upon the table, resting on the dishes that were still steaming.
The corners of the silver-haired girl's mouth finally curled up slowly.
That familiar curve that made his heart race!
A slightly morbid curve, as if saying, Liguang... has finally waited until this day!
The slender fingers resting on his collar were finally withdrawn.
She took a slight half-step back, tilting her pretty face up to look at him.
Master.
Her voice was very soft, carrying a faint tremble.
She raised her fingertips again, tapping lightly against his chest.
Right over his heart.
Liguang... agrees.
This time...
Her voice grew even softer.
Liguang will no longer be a burden to you.
She leaned in close to Fang Qi's ear, her silver hair brushing against his cheek.
Her warm breath carried the sweet scent of strawberries, mingling with the mouth-watering aroma of the food to become even sweeter!
Liguang will walk side by side with Master!
Fang Qi looked at the small face in front of him, which had "I can finally help Master" written all over it...
An indescribable emotion suddenly swelled in his heart.
An aching, swelling, and warm feeling.
His crazy girl, finally...
Finally!
Yeah!
He gave a firm nod.
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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
