"Su...!"
The short cry barely had time to escape his throat.
A pink haze surged like a tidal wave, carrying an intoxicating magic that rushed in from all directions, enveloping Qin Luo completely in the blink of an eye.
In an instant, it felt as though an invisible, velvety hand had seized his consciousness, sending his mind into a dizzying whirl.
The familiar living room scenery before him was swiftly erased, as if wiped away by an eraser, leaving only chaos in its wake.
Then, a dreamlike expanse of pink flowers unfolded before his eyes.
Each blossom was radiantly vivid, petals drifting gently in the breeze like a tender, mesmerizing rain of flowers.
An overwhelmingly sweet fragrance seeped into his nostrils, winding its way through his breath and quietly numbing every nerve, dissolving his will to resist.
Hiss...
Qin Luo's consciousness grew increasingly hazy.
Am I... being charmed?
Su—Mu—wan!!
You wretched young mistress!!!
"Ehehe!"
Seizing the moment, Su Muwan slipped out of Qin Luo's arms as nimbly as a fish.
She stood to the side, tilting her head as she observed Qin Luo, watching his gaze grow more and more vacant.
Only then did the corners of her lips curl upward into a sly, triumphant smile.
First, she playfully wiggled a finger in front of Qin Luo's eyes. When he showed no reaction, she rose onto her tiptoes and leaned in closer.
Her warm breath, laced with amusement, brushed against his ear as she whispered, "Serves you right for teasing me earlier. Now it's my turn."
"Luo Luo~~ I didn’t learn all these techniques just for fighting, you know~~"
Her voice brimmed with the glee of a child who’d gotten her way.
So then...
Su Muwan gazed delightedly at the dazed Qin Luo. Where should she start playing?
As she pondered, she extended a slender finger, its tip crackling with an almost electric energy, and lightly traced the sharp contours of Qin Luo’s face.
Haaah~ Haaah~
Why did this suddenly feel so thrilling?
Su Muwan’s breathing quickened slightly.
Her finger trailed slowly down the bridge of Qin Luo’s straight, high nose, savoring its firmness.
Then, it wandered to his faintly pink lips, her fingertip grazing them lightly, sending a faint shiver through him.
Wahh!!
After doing this, Su Muwan yanked her hand back, her face burning scarlet like a ripened apple.
She covered her cheeks and flopped onto the sofa, rolling around in silent screams.
Pervert! Pervert!!
Su Muwan, you absolute pervert!!!!
What kind of books have you been reading to turn out like this?!?!
"No!! No, I can’t!"
Su Muwan panted heavily, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she stared at the motionless Qin Luo.
Gulp!
Don’t forget why you’re doing this, Su Muwan!
She swallowed hard, then shakily reached for Qin Luo’s wrist.
Meanwhile, though Qin Luo’s consciousness was foggy...
A voice abruptly echoed in his mind.
[Luo Luo Luo Luo Luo~~!!]
Huh?
Qin Luo lifted his head groggily.
Before him, Su Muwan sat primly on the sofa, surrounded by the pink sea of flowers.
Her expression was calm.
[I... I really want Luo Luo to pat my head!!]
Pat her head...
Qin Luo studied the expressionless Su Muwan before him. The young mistress’s demeanor was odd.
She wasn’t speaking, so why could he hear her voice?
Why?
[Ah... Luo Luo is looking at me... so embarrassing...]
Hiss!
Qin Luo’s eyes widened. Wait a minute!
He stared at the stoic Su Muwan.
Could it be...
He...
Could now hear Su Muwan’s inner thoughts?!
But wasn’t he charmed?
Wasn’t this flower field proof of that?
[Why isn’t Luo Luo making a move? Could it be... I’m not charming enough...]
"No, that’s not it."
Qin Luo instinctively spoke, his voice breaking the tense silence in the room.
Outside the illusion—
"!!"
Su Muwan had just grasped Qin Luo’s wrist when his murmur startled her like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
She jerked back, wide-eyed, staring at Qin Luo in disbelief. "Qin Luo? You’re awake?"
Had the Charm Magic failed?!
But...
Su Muwan gulped, eyeing Qin Luo, who had fallen silent again after that one remark.
Realization dawned.
Oh, she was scaring herself.
The Charm Magic’s effect was to immerse the victim in their most intoxicating fantasy.
Maybe... Qin Luo was trapped in some illusion right now?
She exhaled in relief and settled back down.
Just as she was about to resume her actions while holding Qin Luo’s wrist—
Snap!
Su Muwan: ?!!
Qin Luo’s previously limp hand suddenly clamped around her wrist like an eagle’s talon, gripping with startling strength, as unyielding as an iron shackle. Her heart skipped a beat.
Su Muwan snapped back to reality, her pupils trembling.
Wait—
Are you actually charmed or not?!
From Qin Luo’s perspective—
After he spoke, the "Su Muwan" before him frowned.
Coldly, she said, "Qin Luo, what nonsense are you spouting now?"
[So... so sudden... The way Qin Luo is looking at me is so intense...]
Qin Luo took a deep breath and, under "Su Muwan’s" disdainful gaze, said earnestly, "Young Mistress, you’re incredibly charming!"
"Su Muwan" froze, then looked at Qin Luo as if he were a bug, sneering, "Hah?"
"A mere stray dog I picked up off the streets dares to spout such ridiculous words?"
"Know your place."
"All you need to do is grovel at my feet every day."
"If I’m in a good mood, I might even let you drink my foot bath water."
"But only after I’ve trampled you ten thousand times a day. Understood?"
[Charm... charming... Is he talking about me?]
[So embarrassing...]
Hearing "Su Muwan’s" inner voice, Qin Luo nodded. "I understand, Young Mistress."
"Su Muwan" narrowed her eyes. "You understand... Hey—"
Before she could finish, Qin Luo reached out.
But before he could touch her, "Su Muwan" reacted swiftly, pressing a foot against his chest to push him back.
Flustered, she snapped, "I said don’t move!"
"A lowly stray like you, daring to lay hands on me?"
"I’ve decided—today, your punishment is eating my spit-mixed rice!"
[Wh-wh-what’s happening...]
[Did Qin Luo notice my thoughts?]
Assuming this was just Su Muwan role-playing, Qin Luo gently grasped her ankle and pulled her closer, closing the distance between them.
Softly, he murmured, "Young Mistress, I get it now...."
In the illusion, "Su Muwan" widened her eyes: "What do you... mmm!!"
At the same time.
Outside the illusion, the real Su Muwan also stared in shock, her pupils trembling as she looked at the dazed Qin Luo before her: "Qin Luo!! You—mmm!!"
Hey!!
Why are you still so unruly even under a charm spell?!
What kind of intoxicating illusion are you seeing that’s making you act like this?!
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ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
