Chapter 94: Kiss

Kiss

No one knows how long passed; the awareness that had been suppressed by instinct during the crisis gradually returned in the steady airflow.

A whistling wind sounded in the ears; the feeling from the tail that had been curled up was of cold scales.

Thud thud thud.

The sound of a heartbeat below her ear let Fu Guang's tense mind relax; she turned her head, and from the corner of her eye she saw that all around was dim, as if a curtain had been drawn across the sky, blocking all light.

She calmly blinked her eyes; her eyes could see nothing, and it seemed that only Lan Qing holding her remained between heaven and earth.

The mottled energy caused any mental power that reached out to be torn apart; as the extending mental power was shredded, the blood drained from Fu Guang's cold face, and her throat felt slightly itchy.

She no longer acted rashly, steadily and calmly gazing at the dim surroundings; in her vertical blue-gold pupils, gold specks flickered from time to time.

Time seemed to flow from then on; before her eyes was only expanse after expanse of darkness, like a blind person who cannot see, with only Lan Qing's heartbeat and breathing audible.

If an ordinary person might panic and feel afraid, as if abandoned by all things, Fu Guang merely observed silently, even if there was nothing to observe,

The more dangerous the situation, the calmer Fu Guang became, even callous, and she would discard human perception.

After a prolonged loss of sensation, Fu Guang needed a moment to recover.

At some point, she finally felt the tight grip on her arm loosen slightly, and the scales beneath her palm were retracted together with Lan Qing.

In that case, Fu Guang's protruding fangs would bite into the man's bulging chest muscle; by human etiquette, that would indeed be an awkward scene.

Her heart beat strongly beneath her lips, and Fu Guang actually felt an itch in her fangs; she involuntarily clenched them, sinking the fangs a fraction into the flesh.

A muffled groan came from above the man's head; Fu Guang tilted her head back, and on the smooth muscle before her eyes, two red beads of blood welled up.

Fu Guang's eyes were like scattered moonlight, extremely cold; as her tongue tip brushed over her fangs, it actually tasted somewhat sweet.

Lan Qing lowered his head, his forehead touching hers; his blue eyes crinkled happily, rippling like spring lake water, and without dismissing his thoughts, he spoke in a moving voice: 'King, how does it taste?'

With no outsiders present, Lan Qing automatically switched to the name only he knew; he felt that only this would bring their relationship infinitely closer, and he was irreplaceable.

Fu Guang lifted her head; in the blue eyes that usually looked the same for both of them, the color was pale, like a clear blue sky stretching for miles, where a Damocles' sword stood upright, judging his actions.

Lan Qing's breath caught; when those emotionless eyes looked at him, his body actually grew hot.

Beneath the sea abyss there was not a glimmer of light, but being close together, as a shark person Fu Guang could barely make out Lan Qing's face before her.

She stared for a good while before she seemed to finally recognize who the person before her was.

Her eyes blinked, like snowflakes falling; moisture rose to her eye sockets, the outline of the person before her grew blurred at the edges, and she felt a bit drowsy. Judging that Lan Qing posed no threat here and feeling safe, she only wanted to sleep.

A wave of sleepiness came over her for no reason, surging again; Fu Guang yawned lazily, her thoughts ceased, and she focused solely on wanting to sleep.

Lan Qing noticed Fu Guang's state, he scooped the drowsy girl into his arms; the girl obediently rubbed against him, found a spot, and placed her golden tail atop his tail, looking as if she would fall asleep in the next second.

No!

The sentinel's alarm blared suddenly; before Lan Qing could react, he propped up the girl's body and looked at him.

When Fu Guang lacked sleep, she disliked speaking and tried to minimize her energy consumption; she stared at him unblinking, in a daze, as if asking what he wanted to do.

Good girl.

Lan Qing sighed inwardly, never expecting that the word 'well-behaved' could one day apply to Fu Guang.

She is strong and callous; in response to his offense she directly punishes him, uncaring of means, directly forging the sentinel into a puppet solely hers.

Puppetry technique: the caster turns a person into a puppet devoid of free will; openly, this ability is absolutely not allowed to appear.

Whether the Military or the White Tower, neither permits it, but Fu Guang couldn't care less.

Evidently her mental power is that strong—she can directly issue mental commands, silently open his mental landscape, and subtly make him obey her orders; he cannot resist.

Although Fu Guang had received much knowledge from guides, she still insufficiently understood how guides control sentinels; thus, when danger arose, her first reaction was still to use whatever was at hand.

Lan Qing lowered his head, leaned close to Fu Guang's eyes, and asked, 'May I kiss you?' His black short hair was somewhat stiff, like soft thorns pricking Fu Guang's forehead.

The girl seemed unaware; hearing his words, her eyes moved slightly, she glanced at him, and still showed no emotion.

Lan Qing gently lifted the girl's chin, lowered his head, and lightly touched her soft lips; they were soft and yielding, like a water bubble that bursts at the slightest touch.

Such a guide—soft, kind, and magnanimous—as long as he shows he means her no harm and will not hurt her, she will wholeheartedly help him without holding past grievances.

Know that a puppet is a disposable item; would you grow attached to a tool in your hand? If it breaks, just replace it.

A hint of infatuation flickered in his eyes; he very much wanted to kiss her regardless of consequences.

He forced the tip of his tongue to break the skin. As an immature shark person, he is extremely sensitive to the smell of blood, especially fresh blood of his own kind.

The smell of blood caused Fu Guang's fangs to protrude before she could react; her eyes narrowed, her lips parted slightly, and blood flowed along their pressed lips into the girl's mouth.

The girl's vertical pupils seemed to have the Damocles' sword about to fall; her tongue tip pressed against Lan Qing's lips, unconsciously wanting to take more.

Lan Qing's Adam's apple rolled; he restrained his urge to ravish. Only when lacking would the predator awaken, not fall into slumber.

He realized that since staying by the King's side, the number of times he had restrained himself exceeded the total he had suppressed since birth.

Moreover, he didn't mind placing himself in the prey's position; if the hunter were her, he would gladly accept it.

Even if the King were overly fatigued, her vigilance would not allow it; in such an unfamiliar setting, she would fall asleep unawares.

So, it's time to wake up, King.

When Fu Guang regained consciousness from the deep sea, she only felt a sweet taste spreading through her esophagus to her whole body; in the dim light before her was a pair of familiar eyes.

Her first reaction was to curse.

She braced her hands on the sentinel's chest and pushed him away; her tongue licked the fresh blood on her crimson lips, and she looked at the sentinel who gazed at her obsessively.

The killing intent aroused by the blood of her own kind awakened in her veins, boiling.