Chapter 746: Tongue, Get In!

The mouth just opened, and Qingque's tongue slid in.

This time it's really blowing up.

Fu Xuan's eyes widened to the biggest they've ever been in their life.

In the pink‑gold pupils, Qingque's close‑up face was reflected; they could clearly see the curve of each eyelash on the other's closed eyes, and see the gray‑white stray hairs on the other's forehead fluttering gently in the breath of the two.

Then they felt a warm, moist, soft thing with obvious exploratory intent crawl into their mouth.

Their Divination Eye completely crashed at that instant, a random dark flash flickering across the surface of the amethyst, like a final struggle before a system lockup.

Qingque's little tongue roamed in their oral cavity, without any technique, yet with a self‑righteous seriousness.

It wasn't flirting; it was like carrying out a standard procedure verified countless times: first touch the other's tongue, confirm contact, then probe left, then probe right, then withdraw slightly, then re‑enter.

Each step followed the countless experimental data from previous dreams, precise, rigorous, and meticulous.

But this earnest exploration is more crushing than any flirting, because it lacks technique, lacks shame, and only carries a focused determination of "I'm trying to do this right."

Thus, after this procedure finishes in the dream, Fu Xuan would shatter into countless light particles, and they would wake up, everything ending.

As for Fu Xuan?

Fu Xuan's whole face at this moment flushed from the cheeks to the ears, then from the ears to the neck, unsure whether from shame or anger—most likely both.

Their lips were tightly blocked, only able to emit a muffled, suppressed protest from deep in the throat.

The sound should have been a scold, but with the tongue blocking it, it came out distorted—wet and soft, bearing the helpless grievance of being pressed with no escape, like a cat whose tail is stepped on trying to emit a threatening growl, yet what emerged was a hum, whimpering sob.

They tried to push Qingque away, raising both hands to press against the other's shoulders and forcefully push outward.

But Qingque's arms tightened, firmly anchoring their waist in place, not moving a hair.

Fu Xuan found they couldn't push; their strength suddenly became negligible before Qingque, like trying to lever a mountain with a bamboo pole.

Qingque's strength felt off.

Way off.

They could only emit a few muffled hums from the throat, giving a flirtatious impression.

In the hall so quiet that even breathing could be heard, the sound gradually reverberated, its impact so great that the reactions of several nearby people diverged noticeably.

Bai Lu buried their face completely in both hands, the gaps between the fingers still spread.

A purple twisted braid slipped down from the shoulder to hang over the chest, the blue bead at its tip swaying gently.

They are a healer, theoretically having seen every scenario, but this one falls outside the realm of medicine.

They wanted to step up and intervene, but their feet felt nailed to the spot.

They tried to shout, but the mouth opened and closed again.

They could only frantically do mental self‑talk: I am the Bright‑Light Dragon Girl, I am the Medicine‑Bearing Dragon Girl, I have seen the world—I've never seen this.

Yan Qing finally released the hand on the sword hilt at their waist.

Not because they figured it out, but because their hand had already gone rigid.

As a youth swordsman famed for reaction speed, they have taken just under a minute since Qingque's first step, and the only complete action they performed in that minute was opening their mouth.

Han Ya bent down and picked up the scroll that had fallen to the ground.

They performed the action very slowly, as if each joint were deliberating whether to continue.

After picking up the book, they flipped to the page they had just been reading, their gray pupils fixed on the text, yet the eyeballs did not move at all.

They were pretending to read.

Judge Han Ya, the Ten Kings Office official who interrogates countless repeat offenders without a flicker of expression, is at this moment pretending to read.

Thinking of their sister inside.

Yukong shifted their gaze from the ceiling for a moment, glancing at Walther beside them.

Walther continued staring at the ceiling, his posture so steady it was as if the most interesting thing he'd ever seen in his life were entirely on the ceiling.

Both coughed simultaneously, then simultaneously resumed their ceiling‑gazing posture.

Meanwhile, Xing pushed the phone camera from 1.5× to 2×.

Horizontal screen recording, the footage stable, exposure precise.

Their professional composure was fully displayed at that moment: steady hands, even breath, tidy framing.

Qingque is already dead.

A conclusion popped into their mind.

Regardless of whatever role they had before, being able to force‑kiss the Acting General in the Main Hall of Shen Ce Fu in front of the Cloud Cavalry representative, the Ten Kings Office Judge, and so many others, after the thrill they would probably die a terrible death.

But the gold‑value of this material is excessively high.

And Qingque, the person involved, is completely unaware of all this.

They earnestly carried out each step, the tongue withdrawing slightly then probing again; the regularity of the motions was enough for any Observer to see they were following a certain standard procedure.

After several beats, they opened one eye and scanned around.

The surroundings remained the same as always.

Fu Xuan did not shatter into countless light particles, nor did the surroundings turn into a lapis‑blue sea; the ground beneath their feet was still solid stone slabs, and above their head still hung the chandeliers of Shen Ce Fu.

Their brows furrowed briefly.

Why is it so slow this time?

Before, every time they kissed Fu Xuan they woke up in seconds; when fast, they hadn't even felt Fu Xuan's lip temperature before snapping back onto the fish's back.

This time they even stuck their tongue in, and the loading bar for withdrawal hasn't even reached the end?

Could the program have a bug?

Or perhaps some step was missed—

A burst of sharp pain erupted directly from the tip of the tongue.

Fu Xuan finally managed to regain a sliver of Reason String.

While being held so tightly she could barely breathe, her lips sealed shut, and after the other party seriously twirled her tongue several times, the last shred of dignity she had as the Head of the Great Divination finally came back online.

She opened her mouth—not in cooperation, but to bite!

Her teeth precisely clamped onto the tip of Qingque's tongue that was wandering in her mouth; the pressure was exquisitely controlled, just enough to make the other party wince and let go, but not enough to actually draw blood.

Qingque let out a muffled groan, his whole body jolting from the pain; the hand that had been wrapped around Fu Xuan's waist loosened, as did the hand pressing his back of the neck, and he staggered back two steps.

She covered her mouth, a burning sting shooting up from the tip of her tongue; her jade‑green eyes widened, filled with genuine bewilderment and confusion.

Instinctively, she licked the bitten spot, and the tip of her tongue hurt again when it touched the palate.

Pain!

It really hurts.

In her dreams, she feels no pain at all.

Being struck by branches, flooded with seawater, bitten by Fu Xuan—no, in her dreams Fu Xuan has never bitten her.

In her dreams, every time after a kiss, Fu Xuan shatters.

Fu Xuan also staggered back two steps, his back hitting the desk behind him, and the teacup on the desk jolted again.