Chapter 676: The Production Team's Donkey Has Been Milked Dry

Well, well, hurry up and think of a good show for me to watch!

Poseixi grabbed Qin Jian's shoulders with both hands, shaking him back and forth, shaking him back and forth.

Qin Jian, utterly dispirited, was shaken by her: "Sister, we've been watching TV for two months now, I'm really... completely drained..."

"Completely drained..."

Poseixi's cheeks flushed faintly.

This phrase, after countless TV dramas' influence, she had already grasped its deeper meaning.

"You at least need to give me some time to recall, and also imagine the plot details..." Qin Jian said.

Many memories have already become blurred; to reconstruct the dramas of his past life, he must be very familiar with them, which requires time.

"Besides, I also need to rest—even the production team's donkey wouldn't dare work two months straight..."

Qin Jian looked at Poseixi resentfully.

Poseixi glanced away sheepishly: "I'm not the one who gives you a hug pillow every night, am I?"

"Yeah, I get to hug you to sleep for a while every night..."

Qin Jian's face was expressionless: "But you drag me up again for another round in less than half an hour..."

"Who let you be a cliffhanger dog..."

Poseixi recalled the sight of herself dragging him up in the middle of the night, couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed, yet also indignant: "If you didn't always stop at the peak of the tide, I wouldn't have to disturb you in the middle of the night."

Qin Jian pursed his lips: "I haven't even used the water-flooding tactic yet..."

"Water-flooding? And you say you haven't flooded it!"

Poseixi, without further ado, lifted the hug pillow and brought it down: "Every time that so-called Eastern classical dozens-of-levels TV drama of yours, you start madly adding filler in the middle and later episodes—clearly thirty episodes could finish it, but you stubbornly stretch it to fifty!"

Qin Jian dodged left and right: "This isn't my fault—who let it be like that originally..."

"Ah, it's all your fault for starting with something as divine as The Penthouse—after that, many shows just don't feel as good..."

Poseixi sighed: "Besides The Castle in the Sky being somewhat similar, but it's too heavy..."

Qin Jian also sighed: "I was wrong—I should have played from bad to good for you. First, finish that Douluo Continent fanfic's fanfic's fanfic, then play a set of Battle Qi Transforms into Horses, then play Martial Universe Sending Girls... in that order, you'll definitely get more excited the more you watch..."

Just like someone who has never eaten rice should first be given plain rice, then gradually add dishes—who would start with a full Manchu-Han feast? How would we manage later, peaking right at debut...

"Alright, let's not watch lately—let's go out and play. I'll also take you to tour Sea God Island. You've been cooped up here for over a year, aren't you bored stiff?"

Poseixi put down the hug pillow and gently touched Qin Jian's cheek.

"What's fun on Sea God Island?"

Qin Jian's eyes shone brightly, as if flashing with light.

He looks like he's been holding it in badly...

Poseixi smiled faintly: "Haishi, the annual grand Haishi—calculating the time, it should have started today, lasting three days and three nights."

"Haishi?"

Qin Jian, quite interested: "Is it a trading market on the ocean?"

Poseixi nodded: "In the sea within a radius of several thousand li, besides Sea God Island, there are countless big and small islands, and a few islands comparable to Sea God Island, inhabited by tens of thousands..."

"Where there are people, there is demand for exchanging goods, so we Sea God Island have set up a Haishi on a nearby island—daily trading is possible, but a grand Haishi is held during harvest season, once a year."

"Sounds interesting," Qin Jian grabbed Poseixi's hand: "Then let's go quickly, sister!"

"Wait..."

Poseixi, annoyed, wrenched her hand free: "I need to dress up before going out."

Qin Jian scratched his head: "Sister, you're naturally beautiful—why do you still need to dress up?"

Poseixi gave him a white-eyed look: "Just wait."

Saying that, she walked into the specially partitioned cloakroom and slammed the door shut with a bang.

As she was about to take off her clothes, she saw Qin Jian's silhouette flash on the cloakroom windowsill.

He propped his chin, smiling: "Sister, it's not like you haven't been stripped by me before—do you really need to avoid me while changing?"

"What stripped, don't talk nonsense..."

Poseixi scolded softly: "It's not like you forced me to wear a JK outfit last time, ending up tearing my skirt to shreds..."

"I get it—sister, are you afraid of being recognized, so you want to change clothes?" Qin Jian's eyes lit up again.

After all, people get aesthetic fatigue—Poseixi always wears that big red robe, so Qin Jian wanting to strip her and change her outfit is quite normal.

"What other nasty ideas do you have? Don't think I'll wear JK—I find that style utterly awkward." Poseixi eyed him warily.

"It's fine—besides that set, I've also custom-made many others for you, all from Huanhuan City..."

Qin Jian rummaged in his Soul Guidance Device for a moment, then pulled out a set of women's sword outfit: "How about this? It's a couple's set with mine!"

Poseixi took it, examined it up and down—aside from the skirt being a bit short, only covering the thighs, the rest looked quite decent.

Her calves were somewhat exposed, but the dark blue tall boots could cover most of them.

She let out a slight sigh of relief: "Alright, I'll change into this."

Qin Jian's lips curled into a triumphant arc.

"Bang."

Poseixi slapped him off the windowsill, then slammed the window shut: "Be good and wait outside—no peeking!"

Qin Jian sat on the windowsill, pouted, and quietly unfolded his Domain...

Inside the cloakroom, Poseixi's expression shifted—she immediately sensed Qin Jian's Domain, and couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Hey, using Domain to peek at your sister—isn't that going too far?"

Qin Jian grudgingly withdrew it again.

"One day I'll strip you down to a little white sheep..."

His muttering, not lowered, was heard crystal clear by Poseixi inside, making her cheeks flush slightly.

Although they've lived together for over a year, since Qin Jian doesn't actively push the relationship forward, their physical contact has stopped at kissing, with no further progress—true stripping, of course, hasn't happened either.

Slowly undoing the red robe on her body, she gradually revealed her beautiful, silver-white, jade-like figure.

Poseixi looked at her reflection in the mirror—still appearing as a woman in her twenties, soft and smooth like jade, plump where she should be, slender where she should be, with not a trace of excess fat, which even she found quite satisfying.

I suppose… he would be satisfied too…

She couldn't help thinking this, and it made her blush.

But after putting on the Sword Outfit short skirt Qin Jian gave her, she felt something was off.

"Why… is it so tight?"

Seeing the curves outlined to perfection in the mirror, Poseixi twisted her body uncomfortably.

"Bang."

Upon hearing her voice, Qin Jian flung open the window.

Sunlight streamed in, and the High Priest, who had always carried an extraordinary presence, now… resembled a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl!

(End of Chapter)