Chapter 314: Volume 1 Chapter 314: You Are My System (24)

Xie Xunze's eyelids flickered, and the oil painting fell unharmed into his hand.

The oil painting showed her lying among the flowers, wearing a semi‑transparent white gauze dress that outlined her graceful curves; the bright blossoms made her skin surpass snow, flawless and lustrous, her moonlit cheeks flushed with a pinkish hue that spread down to her delicate neck, where the lovely arc stirred endless ripples and desire.

Her slender, jade‑like legs were crossed, and petal juice splashed onto her delicate porcelain‑white skin, creating a striking contrast of color.

Yet even so, the figure in the painting fell short of one‑tenth of the girl before him.

Whether it was her lively, sparkling light‑green eyes or her everyday gestures, no perfect painting could replace her.

Xie Xunze exerted a slight force with his palm, and the oil painting instantly turned to ash and vanished into the air.

Jiang Zhi saw this and felt it a pity: "It's painted so well—why destroy it?"

Xie Xunze raised his brows, the corners of his eyes slightly reddened from excitement; his slender fingers slowly lifted, gently brushing her lips, and her body trembled uncontrollably, sinking into his touch.

"None of them compare to you, Zhizhi."

Jiang Zhi sensed the abnormality in her body, took a short breath, her eyelids half‑lowered, her ink‑black long lashes fluttering lightly, the corners of her eyes stained with desire, hazy, countless pores on her skin yearning for his deeper contact.

"Why...?" she stammered, struggling to stay conscious, yet unable to suppress the urge to draw near him.

Xie Xunze stood still, his expression warm and calm; his calloused palm slid from the side of her face downward, with moderate pressure, full of possessiveness, caressing her nape, allowing her to lean in and rub against him.

He leaned forward, meeting her eyes brimming with springwater‑like allure, and said casually, "I made a wish."

His tone was unhurried, as if speaking of something trivial.

Yet his words were utterly cruel.

"You can never leave me; even a god could not take you away from my side."

He kissed her, delving into her lips and teeth, sucking her wet, hot, limp tongue; the girl slightly opened her mouth, her whole body going limp under his bullying, tears spilling and rolling onto the back of his hand.

Xie Xunze stopped, then immediately lifted her and left the room.

His voice, deep and mellow like a cello, was full of malice and madness.

"Your body will crave my touch, will find pleasure in my contact—whether heart or flesh, you will wholly belong to me."

The peerless girl struggled in his arms, her gem‑like eyes moist, emitting a soft, enticing sound.

But in her heart she thought.

"What a pervert! So perverted—look at his state, how crazy he's become."

777 said seriously: "Host, do you want me to help you get rid of the villain?"

Jiang Zhi let out a light sigh, as if making a difficult decision: "No need, I'll bear this guilt myself."

777: "……" It still underestimated the host.

Outside the Nordic‑style castle lay a vast, flat grassland, lush green grass, while opposite the castle stretched a shimmering blue ocean, golden sunlight scattering across the water and reflecting brilliant hues.

Leaving the living room, one saw the courtyard filled with patches of flower seas, various rare bouquets vying to bloom, clusters of blossoms, beautiful beyond measure.

Each flower received meticulous care; the soil had been specially treated, with not a single weed.

The handsome youth placed her in the center of the flower bed, took out from his spatial storage a gauze dress identical to the one in the painting, and slowly helped her put it on.

Beside her, light‑pink roses had their stems trimmed, thornless; beneath her lay deep‑red roses, their blood‑like petal juice staining her white skirt hem and wrists, even the tips of her ears, as if a crimson flower bud had blossomed.

A rich fragrance surrounded her; she dazedly lifted her gaze, vision blurred, looking at the person standing nearby admiring her.

"What... are you going to do?" she asked, propping herself up and slowly sitting up.

Xie Xunze walked unhurriedly to her side, took her fingers, lowered his head to lick the petal juice from her fingertips, his thin lips slowly moving upward to cover the area beside her ear.

"Ruthless, ruthless, toy, make you cry."

Before Jiang Zhi could react, the white gauze dress she wore was easily torn apart by him; a chill swept over her, her jaw seized tightly by the youth, who madly and fiercely demanded her all.

A butterfly with beautiful wings flew from the horizon, fluttering up and down, finally landing on the petals where two branches intertwined.

Night fell.

Only then did the absurd, wanton day come to an end.

The flower bed was a mess, petals ruthlessly crushed, juice splattering everywhere, staining the soil red.

When Jiang Zhi woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day; her body had been cleaned all over, fresh and clean.

But she now lacked even the strength to lift a finger, her bright clear eyes gazing outside, she had become a salted fish.

"Don't overdo that; after pleasure only pain remains."

Mainly because this body possesses an extraordinary fragility—even the slightest force leaves a clear red mark.

She had cried herself hoarse, unable to utter a word.

777 felt distressed: "Host, do you need me to activate Painless Mode?"

Jiang Zhi shook her head: "No need, I'm not in pain, just a bit sore."

Xie Xunze still acted like a person; he didn't want her life.

After a while, the youth pushed a food cart in.

He wore a pure black knit shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal slender, smooth wrists, light‑colored trousers, his stature tall and straight like bamboo.

A refined scoundrel, harmless to humans and beasts.

He was completely different from yesterday's madman—two entirely different people.

She even suspected he had a split personality.

"Are you hungry?" he sat on the bed's edge, his fingertips lifting a strand of silver hair from her forehead, his expression calm and untroubled.

Due to his touch, Jiang Zhi's body grew hot and tingling again, an itchy numbness spreading through her limbs, her cheeks flushing broadly; she lightly bit her lip, wanting to dodge his fingers, yet her body involuntarily leaned in, craving more contact.

Xie Xunze seemed to realize this only belatedly, slowly withdrawing his fingers and saying nonchalantly, "Oh, I forgot."

Jiang Zhi: "Forget your grandpa."

She glared at him.

Xie Xunze seemed amused by her, his thin lips curling: "Zhizhi, you're so adorable I can't help but want to eat you."

Jiang Zhi's body stiffened, thinking he really was coming, Jiang Zhi involuntarily shrank back.

"I'm just teasing you, idiot." He lowered his gaze, let out a soft sigh: "How could I bear to part with you?"