Jiang Ningshu didn’t understand why Nangong Xiyun would say such a thing. How else could Su Luo have gotten her scent on him?
It wasn’t until she saw Su Luo looking somewhat weakened that Jiang Ningshu realized what Nangong Xiyun meant.
Wait, shouldn’t they be discussing the important matter of Su Luo possibly leaving?
Why were they fooling around like usual?
They had no sense of priority at all.
Jiang Ningshu cast a purification spell on Su Luo, then decided it wasn’t enough and repeated it over a dozen times, thoroughly scrubbing him clean.
“What’s wrong? Am I dirty?” Su Luo couldn’t figure out why Jiang Ningshu was doing this.
“There’s something filthy on you.”
“No way.” Su Luo looked himself over. With his current physique and cultivation, how could he possibly be tainted by anything unclean?
“There, it’s gone now.” Jiang Ningshu didn’t explain further, just stared at Su Luo.
The thought of Su Luo leaving and not being able to see him filled Jiang Ningshu with reluctance. She couldn’t even imagine what she’d be like when that time came.
“What’s wrong?” Su Luo sensed something was off about Jiang Ningshu.
“Do you like doing… that kind of thing?”
“What kind?”
“What you just did with Nangong Xiyun.”
“Oh, that… Yeah, I like it.”
He almost wanted to deny it and prove he was a proper gentleman, but then he remembered he wasn’t one—and besides, he really did enjoy it.
“Then do it with me.”
Jiang Ningshu’s words were shocking and came out of nowhere.
“Are you okay?” Su Luo asked with concern.
What had gotten into her? Jiang Ningshu had never shown interest in this sort of thing before.
Jiang Ningshu didn’t answer, just looked at Su Luo with misty eyes.
Alright, he understood.
Without hesitation, Su Luo pulled her into his arms.
……
When the two became one, Jiang Ningshu frowned. It wasn’t as comfortable as people made it out to be.
She quickly lost interest and remembered the real matter at hand. “Stop. Let’s talk business.” She wrapped her arms around Su Luo’s waist to keep him from moving.
Su Luo could only think, Sis, are you testing me right now? We’re still connected.
But thankfully, Su Luo could handle the test.
If she wanted to talk, he’d oblige.
This was already the fourth time Su Luo had explained things, so he was much smoother and more organized now.
“Your diary entries were from later on, so what you know is mostly just the plot.”
By the later stages, Su Luo’s diary had mostly become a record of events, with fewer personal thoughts or venting.
“This all started a long, long time ago…”
Jiang Ningshu listened attentively at first, but Su Luo’s occasional restlessness distracted her.
And strangely, she was starting to feel something.
No, no, this isn’t right.
Her focus slipped further, her head resting on Su Luo’s shoulder as her eyes slowly drifted shut.
“Ningshu? Ningshu!”
“Huh? Mm? Keep going.” Her response was dazed, automatic.
“I’m done.”
By now, Su Luo had covered most of the important details—but judging by Jiang Ningshu’s state…
He gave her a puzzled look. Did she even hear any of it?
“Oh.” Jiang Ningshu was slowly regaining her senses.
“Want me to repeat it?”
“No, I heard.”
Though distracted, she had caught the gist—Su Luo’s reasons for acting and where he planned to go after leaving.
That was the most crucial part, so it was enough.
Jiang Ningshu gripped Su Luo tightly. “Su Luo, stay. I don’t want you to leave.”
“You’re the first one to ask me to stay.”
“The others didn’t?”
“They told me to choose.”
“I don’t care what they think. I don’t want you to go. I can’t be without you.”
Her voice carried a pleading tone, something even she didn’t realize.
She was once the Demon Lord—when had she ever sounded like this?
Su Luo smiled, genuinely happy.
Whether they asked him to stay or not, it made him happy either way.
Because it meant they truly cared about him.
Having even one person who cared was already a blessing—and Su Luo had four.
When Su Luo didn’t respond, Jiang Ningshu took action.
Though her movements were clumsy.
She wanted Su Luo to feel how much she needed him, to convince him not to leave.
Her intentions were good—and effective. Su Luo couldn’t hold back anymore and started matching her rhythm.
Soon, Jiang Ningshu felt something strange, as if she were caught in a rising tide.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to feel.
It was just a basic, primal act.
Why did it feel like this?
Her mind grew hazy.
In the end, Jiang Ningshu passed out.
Su Luo froze.
Huh?
What the hell?
Someone of Jiang Ningshu’s cultivation level shouldn’t have this kind of reaction.
Her resistance was surprisingly weak.
But seeing the blissful expression on her face, Su Luo figured she wasn’t in any danger.
He didn’t fully understand it, but it didn’t seem like a big deal.
After settling her comfortably, Su Luo left to let her rest.
……
Some time later, Jiang Ningshu woke up groggily.
Still half-dazed, she recalled what had happened before she fainted—and found herself unintentionally savoring the memory.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.
Then, suddenly, she remembered something urgent. “Su Luo!” she called out in alarm.
But Su Luo wasn’t there. Her heart raced.
Had he already left?
No!
She sat up—only to see Nangong Xiyun instead.
“Awake?” Nangong Xiyun said.
“Where’s Su Luo?”
“He went out with Li Siyi and Little Yu.”
“Why are you here?”
“I had nothing better to do.”
(Actually, she had done plenty—but that was beside the point.)
Nangong Xiyun couldn’t help but ask, “Why did you faint? Su Luo wouldn’t tell me.”
“It’s nothing.”
There was no way Jiang Ningshu could admit she’d passed out from that. Nangong Xiyun would never let her live it down.
Su Luo had kept quiet for the same reason.
“Fine, keep your secrets.” Nangong Xiyun assumed Jiang Ningshu had been overwhelmed by the thought of Su Luo leaving and fainted from the shock.
Unaware of Nangong Xiyun’s assumption, Jiang Ningshu asked, “Why didn’t you try to stop Su Luo from leaving?”
“Would it have worked? You’ve known Su Luo long enough.”
Once Su Luo made a decision, it was nearly impossible to change.
“Maybe there’s still a chance.”
“I’m not doing it. If you want to stop him, do you even have a plan?” Nangong Xiyun shot back.
Jiang Ningshu thought carefully, replaying Su Luo’s words in her mind.
Earlier, she’d been too out of it to think straight.
But now, fully awake, she recalled everything clearly.
Even in her distracted state, she had subconsciously memorized Su Luo’s explanation. Now, with her mind clear, she could piece it all together without issue.
Soon, she came up with a way to stop him.
“I’ll kill Lin Xuan.”
That was the only way.
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