"I didn’t ask my sister to undress." Yuan Qiaoqiao's grape-like eyes fixed intently on her.
Le Xiaowei: "..."
Well, this was awkward.
"Time to sleep." Le Xiaowei turned to tuck her in, then got up to leave—only to be stopped by Yuan Qiaoqiao.
"Won’t you sleep with me?"
Yuan Qiaoqiao gazed at her with hopeful eyes.
Le Xiaowei cleared her throat lightly.
"I just want to rest alone tonight."
A flicker of disappointment crossed Yuan Qiaoqiao’s face, but she obediently lay back down.
Fine, she’d take what she could get.
After all, her sister was already hers.
One night wouldn’t hurt.
Le Xiaowei finally had the chance to pick a comfortable bedroom for herself, settling into bed with relief.
Hesitantly, she called out, "Si?"
As expected, no response.
She’d grown so used to bantering with Si that a single day without their usual back-and-forth left her feeling oddly restless.
With a sigh, Le Xiaowei drifted into sleep.
Meanwhile, with Chi Mu’s help, Si had finally tracked down traces of that dimension.
"Is this it?" Si stood by the river, watching as a small orb of black light floated above the water’s surface—clearly Yuan Qiaoqiao’s doing.
"Yes, that’s it."
"The transfer point was destroyed by Yuan Qiaoqiao. Now I have to manually repair it." Si’s expression carried a hint of resignation.
If Chi Mu hadn’t noticed Yuan Qiaoqiao’s guard slipping, she wouldn’t have dared take such a risk.
"Your so-called transfer point… isn’t just a blank book, is it?" Chi Mu eyed the book in Si’s hand, amusement dancing in his gaze.
"What’s wrong with a book? A book can be a world too," Si retorted irritably.
"And once the transfer point is set up, what then?" Though familiar with the company, Chi Mu had never dealt with something this classified.
"It’ll let me re-establish contact. Once the mission’s over, I can bring her back. Otherwise, she’ll be trapped there forever." As Si spoke, the book floated toward the glowing orb, words from the light imprinting themselves onto its pages.
Rustle—
The sound of flipping pages filled the air.
"I see. So when will she change back?" Chi Mu rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Hard to say. Depends on mission progress. Why the sudden concern for Xiaowei?" Si shot him a sidelong glance.
"No reason. Just think she’s way cuter as a girl than you."
Si: "..."
"That comment felt unnecessary." Her expression remained unreadable.
"You into her?" Before Chi Mu could respond, Si cut in.
Chi Mu choked.
"Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not into guys." He rolled his eyes.
"Good. Anyway, thanks for the help. I’ve never been to the divine realm, so if you ever need anything, feel free to ask." For once, Si spoke to him with rare gentleness.
This was something Chi Mu had waited a thousand years to hear.
Yet now that it had happened, he didn’t feel particularly thrilled.
"No need. I probably won’t be visiting these minor worlds anymore." Chi Mu lowered his head with a faint smile.
"Fine by me." Si’s expression didn’t change, though she frowned slightly as she studied him.
Something about him felt… off.
"You’re seriously not into Xiaowei, are you?" She couldn’t shake her suspicion.
"Don’t joke about that." Chi Mu glanced at the book.
Si retrieved it, and a translucent screen materialized before her, displaying Le Xiaowei’s current state.
Asleep.
"That’s it? Connection’s back?" Chi Mu sounded surprised.
"Yeah, but the less I appear, the better. Still, now that we’re linked, we can communicate and wrap up this mission. Otherwise, if Yuan Qiaoqiao’s soul fragment isn’t purified, I can’t retrieve it."
After a bit more conversation, Chi Mu finally left.
This wasn’t a place to linger. Si, too, retreated to her own space.
"Xiaowei," she called softly.
Le Xiaowei, half-asleep, thought she’d imagined Si’s voice.
She blinked drowsily at the dark sky outside—then heard it again.
"Host. Host."
"Si!" Le Xiaowei gasped in a hushed voice.
Finally, she could reach her.
Any longer, and she’d have gone mad with worry.
"Keep it down. Yuan Qiaoqiao can’t hear us. By the way, what did you do? Her corruption level’s dropped a lot." Si sounded puzzled.
If she hadn’t sensed Yuan Qiaoqiao was asleep, she wouldn’t have dared make contact.
After being disconnected for so long, Si was completely out of the loop.
"Oh, nothing much. Just paid a blood price." Le Xiaowei’s tone turned sour at the memory.
It meant she’d already stepped onto the path of corruption.
Si paused, quickly piecing things together.
"So… got any ideas now?"
Le Xiaowei shared her thoughts from the day with Si.
"I think it could work," Si pondered for a moment and agreed that the idea was feasible.
It seemed that without her around, Le Xiaowei was actually quite reliable.
"Oh, right—I wanted to ask you something. Yuan Qiaoqiao... is she a god? Back when she turned dark, I heard the words 'divine realm.'"
Si hadn’t expected Le Xiaowei to bring this up, and a trace of awkwardness flickered across his expression.
Still, he replied.
"I... don’t really know. You’ll find out eventually." His voice was distant, almost faint.
"I feel like you do know—you just won’t tell me. Whatever. Being able to reach you makes me feel a lot better, honestly. Oh, and what’s the deal with that purification source? You’re not seriously expecting me to go swimming in Antarctica, are you?"
"Of course not. It’s true that the purification source is in Antarctica, but after the marine life mutated, traces of it appeared on land too. There’s absolutely no need for you to dive into the ocean."
Si nearly laughed. Polar swimming? Extreme sports like that had nothing to do with Le Xiaowei.
She wasn’t that kind of daredevil.
"Good. If you had tried to make me swim, I would’ve hunted you down and beaten you up."
Le Xiaowei huffed playfully.
Si couldn’t help but chuckle.
"Sure, you can try if you want."
Le Xiaowei was only joking—how could she possibly fight a string of virtual data?
"Then get some rest. And try not to call for me when Yuan Qiaoqiao’s around, or she might notice."
Si hadn’t anticipated her being so cautious.
It almost felt like they were sneaking around.
"Got it. I’ll focus on the mission. Oh, and this time... can I sleep a little longer? Four hours just isn’t enough."
"I can extend it for you." The corner of Si’s lips lifted slightly.
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