Chapter 263

Qiao Suisui returned to the sleeping quarters after parting with the two girls. As soon as she entered the door, her waist was hugged by a hand that suddenly reached out from behind.

She was startled and wanted to look back, but was tightly imprisoned in front of the man.

"Zongfang?"

"Why so long?"

One of his hands wrapped around her waist, and the other hand held her neck, his thumb pressing against her chin, stroking it.

"... chatted with Sang Yan about my recall, so..."

"Chatted very happily? So you forgot the time?"

"... not really."

Zongfang heard her voice weaken, appearing a bit guilty, and immediately guessed that something must have happened between her and Sang Yan.

His voice was low, different from how he usually spoke to her: "What did you say?"

"Um... talked about the previous timelines, nothing really... ah!"

A slippery heat suddenly attached to the area behind her ear and neck, making her cry out in surprise.

Zongfang stuck out his tongue to lick her, from the root of the tongue to the tip, from bottom to top, like licking an ice cream about to melt.

Qiao Suisui's legs trembled a bit, her body went soft, but she was quickly supported by the hand the man had wrapped around her waist.

"What else did he say to you? Tell me."

Qiao Suisui confessed one by one, repeating some of what Sang Yan said according to her memory, hiding some. During this time, Zongfang kept licking her back neck, holding her earlobe, and sticking his slippery tongue into her fair, translucent red ear canal.

Her ears were so white that the capillaries could be seen, and at this moment they were even redder.

Zongfang interrogated her while gently biting her ear, not using his teeth, but holding and biting with his two lips.

"... th—that's all... stop it, so itchy..."

Qiao Suisui couldn't stand this way of interrogation and wanted to end it quickly, but just after speaking, a slight stinging pain like an ant bite came from her ear.

Zongfang ground her ear with his fangs, hatingly saying: "You lied to me."

He held a red velvet box in front of her, his voice even carrying some deep anger: "Then what is this? Do you dare to say he didn't propose to you? Do you dare to say he didn't say he loved you, missed you, wanted to possess you? You still want to lie to me!"

Wasn't this the ring Sang Yan gave her? When was it taken by him?

Qiao Suisui opened her mouth, wanting to explain but feeling there was no way to explain. Although Sang Yan wouldn't say things as explicit as Zongfang, the meaning was about the same as what he said... "Zongfang, let me go first. Didn't you say you wanted to talk? We... um!"

Before she could finish, Zongfang tightened his grip on her neck, forcing her to look up, and then lowered his head to kiss that mouth fiercely.

Zongfang pressed her against the wall, his knees squeezing between her legs, pinning her hands above her head.

He suppressed his voice, restraining his irritability, staring at her and saying: "Do you think I'm dead? Or do you think my temper is too good now, that I can watch you take another male with a calm heart?"

Qiao Suisui was a bit scared by him; it seemed she hadn't seen such a Zongfang for a long time.

The man also noticed the fleeting flinch in her expression, and his hand stiffened instantly, his brows twisted tightly, but the strength in his hand lightened.

He closed his eyes, silent for a long time, and finally dropped his head weakly on Qiao Suisui's shoulder, his voice becoming a bit powerless.

"What do you want me to do... bless you?"

Qiao Suisui couldn't see his expression now, but felt the man's disappointment. She freed her hand from his large hand, then gently hugged his head and stroked his hair.

"If you're unhappy, I'll reject him."

The man's back stiffened. In the silver hair falling in front of his eyes, a pair of pupils trembled.

"You're right, Sang Yan did express his heart to me, but I didn't agree immediately. I... I do have a good impression of him, because in the past timelines, he did a lot for me silently but never said a word. I don't know how much of this good impression is gratitude, but I think such feelings should be seen and respected..."

She reached her fingers into his hair, stroking it one by one, as if to soothe him.

"But if you don't accept it, I can still deal with my feelings for him in other ways. Zongfang, you are very important to me, so I won't ignore your feelings."

Zongfang's heart was like a swollen sponge, and her words were the moisture filling the sponge. He slowly raised his head, looking at her with red eyes, his voice hoarse. At this moment, he was fragile in a way he had never shown before.

"You're not lying to me, right?"

Qiao Suisui smiled, raised three fingers and said: "I swear, if I'm lying to you, let me forever..."

The rest of the words had all fallen into Zongfang's mouth, because he kissed her forcefully, extremely lingeringly.

The two separated, panting, and Zongfang rubbed her into his arms, not letting go tightly.

His voice was unstable, like someone who had survived a disaster.

"I know, don't say those words, you don't need to swear, it doesn't matter if you lie to me."

After the room was full of beauty, Qiao Suisui's legs were a bit weak, but she felt thirsty when she woke up. She wanted to get out of bed to drink water, and the next second she was hugged by the man beside her.

"What do you want?"

"Thirsty."

"Wait."

Zongfang picked up his clothes from the floor, put them on casually, and walked toward the outer hall.

Qiao Suisui sat on the bed to wake up, her peripheral vision catching the scattered papers on the table, which seemed to be faintly glowing.

She wrapped herself in the sheet, got out of bed, walked over and picked up a piece of paper. In an instant, her pupils shrank sharply. - Third timeline.

Aosilan Diguo, Huangting.

Two legs were dangling from the high eaves, swinging back and forth, looking very leisurely.

The faceless person sat on the eaves, supporting their chin, overlooking the entire Huangting.

They were holding a very miniature recorder in their hand, talking to themselves—

"According to the investigation, this archived world shows signs of time overlap..."

"Player 002, using external programs to enter the game world, disrupting game order."

"... repeatedly disrupting the timeline, overwriting the original plot development. Player 002 may have ability points and props that exceed what the game grants..."

"... applying to the company to unlock supervisor permissions, kill Player 002, and erase this archived world. That is all."

The faceless person turned off the recording function, operated the recorder, whistled, and complained: "Have to work overtime again, speechless."

Just as they were about to click to transmit the data, a man appeared in their line of sight.

The movement in their hand stopped. They leaned over to look down, only to see a man in a crisp military uniform walking through the corridor, with two or three people who looked like aides constantly reporting something to him as they walked.

The man's pace was fast, but there was no sign of panic at all. There was no extra expression on his cold, handsome face. His golden pupils were more transparent in the sunlight, and the cloak on his shoulders fluttered slightly backward due to his movements.

The faceless person stood still, waiting until the man's figure completely disappeared around the corner before withdrawing their gaze.

They sighed, their shoulders slumped, and the leisurely state just now was gone.

Then they raised their wrist and tapped a few times on a virtual electronic device similar to a watch.

Only then did the faceless person turn into a blonde woman.

"Luka, I don't know what he's doing now. Ah, ah, I miss him so much."

The blonde woman struggled for a short two seconds, then immediately opened the internal transmission system.

The system voice sounded: "Supervisor 778, confirm you want to enter your archived world? This is a violation, please choose carefully."

Supervisor 778 said: "Confirm."

Perhaps, are there tickets? (End of chapter)