Chapter 7: with translation of chapter title

Finally, Bai Hang could no longer suppress the curiosity and nervousness in her heart, she spoke weakly, her voice still a little hoarse from just waking up: 'Um… please, excuse me… where is this? And… who are you?'

Heimu regained her composure from the 'hair dye shock', quickly concealed the surprise on her face (although there wasn't much expression anyway), and resumed that inscrutable posture.

She gracefully turned, her skirt tracing a small arc, her voice calm and with a hint of ethereality:

"Who I am is not important." She slightly lifted her chin, the shadow under her brim making her look even more mysterious, "What matters is that you're still alive."

Bai Hang blinked her azure eyes, digesting the information of that sentence: "Did… you save me?"

Heimu gave a noncommittal slight nod, her movement restrained yet elegant.

"Then… Shuhuo? How did the war go?" Bai Hang asked anxiously, this being her utmost concern.

Heimu briefly recounted her situation after the 'sacrifice'—how Luofu Xianzhou seized the opportunity, how the Tengxiao General slew the greatly weakened Shuhuo, and how the alliance ultimately won.

Bai Hang, upon hearing that, let out a long sigh of relief, her perpetually tense shoulders relaxing.

She was still alive, and her sacrifice had not been in vain; that was enough.

"Thank you…" she said sincerely, her gaze once again curiously sweeping over this pure white space, "Um… just what is this place…?"

Heimu shifted from standing to elegantly hovering seated, lifting one leg, her gray long boots and stockings outlining graceful lines.

She propped her chin on one hand, speaking in a flat tone as if stating a cosmic truth: "My domain."

Bai Hang: "……"

Although I don't understand, it feels incredibly impressive!

The space once again fell into an awkward silence.

Bai Hang, by nature lively, truly couldn't stand this atmosphere; she furtively glanced at Heimu's inscrutable face, mustered courage to speak again, her voice tinged with hesitant probing: "Um… big shot… do you need me to do anything? I, I can just pilot the Star Chariot, I don't know what I could do to repay you…"

Heimu calmly regarded her; that unfazed gaze made Bai Hang feel a bit creeped out, she unconsciously placed her hands on her knees and sat up straighter, like a student awaiting a teacher's lecture.

(Although Heimu appeared dignified, inside she was undergoing tumultuous waves—because that damned System Panel popped up again, complete with cheerful confetti effects!)

【Ding! Detected a premium 'pleasure' opportunity! Triggering special task: Hu Niang's Submission!】

【Task requirement: Make the rescue target Bai Hang willingly (or half-heartedly) address you as 'Master'.】

【Task reward: Pleasure points credited instantly, redeemable for 2% core restoration progress!】

Heimu's inner thoughts: 'What kind of sick joke is this?! Aha, do you have some weird fetish?! Making a former Emperor III like me play this humiliating role?! Absolutely not! I, Black Curtain Lady, would rather have my core permanently damaged, even jump out of this System Space, than…'

【Friendly reminder: 2% progress~ enough for you, lady, to use envoy-level output more often! Miss this, and who knows when another such easy task will come around~(～￣▽￣)～】

Heimu: '……'

She gazed at that '2%' number, then at the pure‑eyed (even slightly foolish) Bai Mao Hu Niang before her, her heart torn.

'If I just get her to shout once… I can restore 2%… this, this is simply…'

'No way! Too embarrassing! This damages Black Curtain Lady's dignity!'

'But 2%… who knows how long until next time… could be lifesaving at a critical moment…'

'And… (sneaking a glance at Bai Hang's fluffy ears and tail)… being called "Master" by such a Hu Niang… maybe… it's not entirely unacceptable?'

In the end, the desire for restoration progress overcame shame.

Heimu silently shed tears inside: 'Aha, you read people so well… this bitterness, I endure it!'

Thus, in Bai Hang's eyes, that perpetually expressionless mysterious big shot seemed to have a gaze that grew deeper.

Heimu slowly rose, her long boots landing on the intangible ground, emitting a clear, rhythmic 'ka, ka' sound, each strike tapping Bai Hang's heart, making her involuntarily tense.

Heimu crossed her arms, seemingly casually pacing around Bai Hang, her gaze falling on her neatly trimmed nails bearing purple patterns, as if evaluating a work of art, she spoke leisurely: "I don't need a chauffeur."

(Inside: Actually, having an old driver might not be bad?)

Bai Hang's heart tightened; sure enough, this bit of skill of hers was nowhere near enough in the big shot's eyes.

Heimu continued to circle her, skirt swaying slightly, bringing a faint scent reminiscent of violets mixed with frost.

"Rescuing you was, for me, merely a matter of lifting a hand."

She stood before Bai Hang, the distance between them extremely close, almost enough to feel each other's breath.

Bai Hang's heart beat faster, her eyes darting, unable to directly meet Heimu's exquisitely beautiful face so close at hand, nor that attire brimming with mysterious allure.

Heimu leaned in slightly, extending her slender jade finger clad in black lace gloves, gently lifting Bai Hang's chin, forcing her azure eyes like a clear sky to meet her own deep‑pool‑like violet‑black eyes.

Bai Hang held her breath, her mind went blank, she could only see Heimu's magnified delicate features, and those eyes that seemed able to suck away one's soul.

Heimu gazed at those clear eyes filled with panic and helplessness, hearing the system wildly broadcast in her mind the 'pleasure points +1 +1' alert, suppressing her own similarly restless inner waves, she spoke in her distinctive tone tinged with languor and indisputability:

"I have only one simple request, as payment for saving you—"

She paused slightly, appreciating (while inwardly snarking at) Bai Hang's white fox ears trembling faintly from nervousness, finally uttering the condition that even she found embarrassingly shameful:

"Become my possession."

"And call me 'Master'."

Bai Hang felt as if she had been thrown into a massive emotional whirlpool.

"Become my possession."

"And call me 'Master'."

These two sentences were like a spell, echoing repeatedly in her mind.

She first froze, then her fair cheeks rapidly flushed crimson visible to the naked eye, as if she'd downed the strongest liquor.

Her azure eyes widened round, filled with incredulous embarrassment.

"Ah… I… um…" she opened her mouth, but could only utter meaningless syllables, feeling her white fox ears heating up, her eyes almost turning into endlessly spinning mosquito coils.

This mysterious, powerful lady had rescued her, and then… made such a request?

This, this is completely different from what she imagined as a way to repay kindness!

Heimu outwardly remained calm, her violet‑black eyes unwaveringly watching Bai Hang's shift from shy to chaotic, inwardly she twitched: 'Mm… her reaction is rather interesting, like a startled little animal.'

She struck while the iron was hot, using that emotion‑less flat tone to press, with an air of indisputability: "What's your choice?"

(Inside: Hurry up and agree! Hurry up and agree! My 2%!)

I, I can…… not call?

Bai Hang stammered as she tried to struggle, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

She Bai Hang has traveled south and north, seen many strange customs, but to shout "master" aloud is too shameful, challenging the psychological limit of this pure fox person.

Or…… change, change a way of repayment? I'm good at Star Chariot technology! I can also brew wine!

Heimu narrowed their eyes slightly; although there was no expression on their face, their aura seemed a bit stronger.

She stepped forward half a step; the distance was close enough for Bai Hang to see the curvature of her eyelashes.

(Inner thought: No! Absolutely cannot change! Aha's fun…… no, my Repair Degree!)

You have no room to refuse.

Heimu's tone carried a hint of indisputable overbearingness; although their voice wasn't loud, it seemed to carry an invisible pressure.

She tilted her head slightly; the shadow of the Mo Nu Mao fell on her delicate side face, adding a touch of mystery.