Le Xiaowei lay obediently in Yuan Qiaoqiao's arms as Xie Gantang cleared his throat and asked with a faint smile, "Should I take you two back?"
Yuan Qiaoqiao glanced at him, her dark eyes carrying a trace of coldness.
"No need."
Le Xiaowei: ?
This plot development isn’t right.
Before Le Xiaowei could react, Yuan Qiaoqiao lifted her into her arms. The cold wind stirred, but Le Xiaowei was too absorbed in mourning the loss of her psychic-type energy crystal to care.
Oh well, this must be fate.
—Le Xiaowei’s Kidnapping Diary—
Hi, everyone, I’m Gu Xiaowei.
Wait, no—you should call me Le Xiaowei now. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d end up being kidnapped by my official CP, locked in a dark room, no less.
She even bolted the door, dragged me—a living, breathing zombie—onto the bed, wrapped her arms around me, and just… slept.
At first, I thought, wouldn’t it be a waste if we didn’t do anything?
But she just held me and slept.
Ridiculous. How can a zombie even sleep? All I could do was stare blankly at the ceiling, still trying to figure out where things went wrong.
The next day, I said I was hungry. Yuan Qiaoqiao stared at me with those deep, unfathomable eyes for what felt like forever.
It gave me the creeps.
Not long after, she dragged in a massive, special-grade mutant—yes, the one that looked like a turtle—and captured it alive. The living room was too small, so Yuan Qiaoqiao just… broke its bones.
Right in front of me.
Crack, crack—
Anyone listening would’ve thought we were snacking on crispy chicken bones.
Then she tore off the mutant’s arm and handed it to me. I didn’t feel much, except maybe a phantom pain in my own arm.
Oh my god, you wouldn’t believe how long the mutant’s leg hair was—it could’ve rivaled my own hair.
And it had fleas! Though, to her credit, Yuan Qiaoqiao knew I liked cleanliness, so she washed it before handing it over.
Her ability was Devour and Transform—absorbing a crystal would grant her the corresponding power, so washing things was child’s play for her now.
But my reaction? Ugly thing, don’t @ me.
She must’ve gotten smarter, though, because she dug out the mutant’s energy crystal, cleaned it, and placed it in my hand.
The very thing I’d been desperate for was now in my grasp. When I swallowed it, the crystal didn’t even put up a fight.
Finally, I had psychic-type abilities, and my physical stats skyrocketed.
But I wasn’t happy.
Because I couldn’t leave. She said the outside world was full of things that wanted to harm me. Granny Li, even a shut-in would go crazy like this.
I regret everything. I never should’ve come to this godforsaken place. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met Yuan Qiaoqiao. If I hadn’t met her, I wouldn’t have mistaken her for some innocent sweetheart.
She used to be so well-behaved.
Now? She’s started scavenging phones to watch… inappropriate things. Whose phone did she even find? Some degenerate’s, clearly.
Have some shame! Even an old-timer like me was blushing.
Oh, right—I’m a zombie. No heartbeat.
And she had the audacity to play it out loud, then get handsy, asking if I had the same spots as the girl in the video, why I didn’t make the same expressions.
Hello? I’m a zombie.
She declared shamelessly, "The day you ‘had your accident,’ I realized—I like you, sister. I want to be with you forever. Let’s have a baby together."
I was convinced she’d traded her brains for power.
Now I’m sure of it.
What ‘accident’? As if Yuan Qiaoqiao was about to feast at my funeral. I was just strategically acquiring a psychic-type energy crystal! Whatever, no use getting mad at a kid.
But on the seventh day, Yuan Qiaoqiao finally decided to take me away.
Tears welled in my eyes—but my excitement lasted less than a day before she stuffed me into another dark room, this time in the northwest. The layout looked suspiciously similar.
And she loved carrying me around. Did I, a grown man, have no dignity left?
On the eighth day of my abduction, she shoved another special-grade mutant’s energy crystal into me, awakening light-based abilities. Thanks, but no thanks—I nearly ascended to godhood.
No big deal. Just… kinda miss my brother.
—Le Xiaowei, written in tears—
That day, the snow finally began to fall. Le Xiaowei sat by the window, watching the flurries blanket the scarred world in pristine white, and suddenly felt the urge to build a snowman.
She wondered how Le Xu was doing. And Xie Gantang—he’d seemed pretty shaken before she left.
But right now, she had bigger problems.
Yuan Qiaoqiao hadn’t done anything yet, but the video was still playing. Le Xiaowei’s ears twitched, and when she turned, she met Yuan Qiaoqiao’s burning gaze.
"What?" Le Xiaowei frowned.
Yuan Qiaoqiao leaned in, studying Le Xiaowei’s clean, pink-tinged face before gently caressing it.
"Sister, I… I have some impure thoughts."
Before Le Xiaowei could react, her head was already against the wall behind the bed. She couldn’t feel temperature, yet the surface seemed unnaturally cold.
Their lips met—soft, but tasteless.
Yuan Qiaoqiao, however, seemed to disagree. She interlaced their fingers, pressing Le Xiaowei’s hand into the soft bedding, leaving an indent.
After what felt like an eternity, she pulled back, still bright-eyed and radiant.
But her gaze remained glued to Le Xiaowei’s face.
"Do you… like me?"
For once, Yuan Qiaoqiao sounded hesitant. She’d been so domineering—would her sister resent her?
But that wretched team had Xie Gantang. She hated him. And those people couldn’t protect her sister. Only she could.
"Is this your true nature?" Le Xiaowei couldn’t quite understand.
Whether it was her former master or Mo Qing, they’d all seemed like righteous figures, their auras ethereal and untouchable. But Yuan Qiaoqiao carried a hint of something darker.
Hearing this, Yuan Qiaoqiao’s eyes dimmed.
"Sister… do you despise me now?"
Her voice trembled, soft and pleading, like a lamb on the verge of abandonment.
Her small hand clutched Le Xiaowei’s sleeve, giving it a tiny shake.
"I just don’t want you in danger. Especially now."
With her soul fully awakened and her power immense, she could foresee any threat.
"Si," Le Xiaowei called.
No response. Ever since Yuan Qiaoqiao’s ‘corruption,’ Si had vanished.
What was going on? Even if he was in a meeting, it shouldn’t take this long.
Le Xiaowei furrowed her brows—only for Yuan Qiaoqiao to suddenly smile, sweet and innocent.
"Sister, who’s Si?"
Le Xiaowei: "…"
Hmph, you little brat. Keep hoarding those books then.
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