Chapter 75: Spiritual Power Threads

"We haven't found the camera yet; let's wait for Lin Zhi Jing to come back and ask if his Light Brain can search for the camera before we take a shower."

Ji Jiangci said with a warm smile, "Don't worry, hotels in San Huan generally don't have cameras; after all, nano cameras are expensive, and even if someone bought one to spy, they'd only install it in a hotel in First Ring."

Changing the subject, Ji Jiangci continued, "But if your wife is really worried, you could try using spiritual power."

"Spiritual power can be used like that?" Ye Xi'an's eyes widened slightly; she truly knew nothing about her own ability.

Bao Jing had also heard of it: "There was indeed a female who used spiritual power to locate a nano camera; apparently you just spread your spiritual power, and any tiny red dot is a camera. You can give it a try."

"Then you try first; I'm going to take a shower." Ji Jiangci was already eager to take a hot shower; even if there were cameras, he accepted it.

Ye Xi'an nodded, sat on the bed with her legs together, closed her eyes and carefully felt her spiritual power.

When Lin Zhi Jing had previously injected her with the Energy Enhancer, her body emitted tens of thousands of white threads; she didn't understand them then, but now she does.

Those dense white threads are her spiritual power threads; wherever the white threads spread is the range she can perceive, and the denser the threads, the finer her perception.

She controlled the spiritual power threads to seep from her skin, growing slowly like mushroom mycelium; gradually the whole room was covered by Ye Xi'an's spiritual power threads. She could see the structure within the walls, the fine dust on the floor, but found no tiny red glowing dots. It seemed there truly were no cameras here.

After probing the room, Ye Xi'an didn't stop; she continued extending outward, wanting to test how far her spiritual power could spread without Lin Zhi Jing's drug enhancement.

But when the spiritual power threads reached the next‑door neighbor's neighbor, the overlapping image of three beasts and a person was too horrifying; the slender threads, like a snail's antennae, recoiled at the slightest touch.

Ye Xi'an snapped her eyes open, inhaled a cold gasp, clutched the blanket tightly, her gaze filled with disbelief and terror.

Bao Jing had been staying by Ye Xi'an's side, the first to notice something was wrong; he pulled Ye Xi'an into a face‑to‑face sit and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Xi'an came to herself and saw a sharply defined handsome face before her; a face she had stared at for a long time now seemed oddly strange, causing her to involuntarily place herself and Bao Jing into the earlier scene.

When Ye Xi'an realized what she was thinking, her face flushed bright red.

She quickly slapped herself twice to stop the stray thoughts, but the image wouldn't fade; as she raised her hand to strike, Bao Jing seized her wrist.

Her slender, fair wrist looked even more beautiful in Bao Jing's slightly rough hand, like a piece of fine mutton‑fat jade, delicate and graceful.

Just as she had seen, a naked female body was perched in a black panther's embrace, black and white, ambiguously intertwined.

"An'an!" Bao Jing sounded a bit anxious, not knowing why Ye Xi'an would strike him as soon as she opened her eyes, having said nothing up to now; everything about it seemed abnormal.

He held Ye Xi'an to prevent her from moving, continuing to call, "An'an? An'an! Look at me, look at me!"

"Seen, seen." Ye Xi'an's face reddened; if Bao Jing hadn't truly been anxious, she would have kept staring blankly.

She glanced at Bao Jing twice then quickly lowered her eyes, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Bao Jing didn't believe it: "Then why did you hit yourself?"

Ye Xi'an couldn't find a suitable explanation, so she acted stubbornly, thrusting her neck up, her face the most defiant she could manage: "If I want to hit, I hit. Is my own face something I can't hit myself?"

"You can hit, you can hit." Bao Jing found Ye Xi'an's defiant stance cute, a smile tugging at his mouth: "But I'll feel sorry for you; next time you want to hit someone, you can hit me." Saying that, Bao Jing placed Ye Xi'an's hand on his face.

Ye Xi'an stared blankly at Bao Jing, the male placing his face on her hand; his slender brows slightly drooped, long lashes brushed her palm, his gaze lingering on himself, feeling the warm touch under her hand, her heart began to throb, beating rapidly.

What a seductive man!

She began to feel shy, yet didn't want to flee; instead she wanted to get closer to Bao Jing, sweetness spreading in her heart, a seed called love starting to sprout.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and a burst of white steam rushed out; in the mist, Ji Jiangci, wrapped in a bathrobe at the waist, hair half wet hanging over his head, emerged naked above the waist.

Ye Xi'an stared dumbfounded at the man in the white mist, couldn't help but gasp; she hadn't expected Ji Jiangci, usually gentle and seemingly without temper, to have such a great figure.

The male's naked upper body had smooth, taut lines; thin muscles covered his bones, neither overly bulky nor lacking a sense of strength.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, his abdominal lines were clear yet unshowy; his puffed chest resembled a freshly steamed bun, rising gently with each breath, as if harboring endless explosive power.

His skin glimmered faintly under the light, still dotted with damp water droplets; the droplets gathered and flowed along the grooves of his waist and abdomen, slipping under the bathrobe.

Beside the love seed just sprouted in Ye Xi'an's heart, another love sapling grew.

Under the double stimulation, Ye Xi'an felt a bit lightheaded.

Ji Jiangci looked at Ye Xi'an with satisfaction; indeed, before he merely didn't want to compete for affection, now a slight maneuver would easily earn Ye Xi'an's attention.

"I'm done washing; wife, you can wash quickly."

He thoughtfully placed a fresh towel in Ye Xi'an's hand, but his smile was false, making Ye Xi'an momentarily dazed, wondering why Ji Jiangci always wore that insincere grin.

She felt a bit disappointed but also clearer; she nudged Bao Jing, "You go first."

"I've already checked inside; there are no cameras."

Bao Jing looked at Ye Xi'an, a mischievous grin on his face, "How about we wash together? I can also scrub your back."

"Who wants to wash with you!" Ye Xi'an was a bit annoyed that Bao Jing said such teasing words; although she seemed to like him a bit now, it wasn't enough to bathe together.

Bao Jing stopped joking: "You go wash first, bring out the new clothes; I'll wash the new clothes first."

Although Zhu Shen Xing's clothes are made of fine materials with no harmful substances, after being stored for a while they gather some dust; anyway the hotel's water and electricity are free, so why waste it.

"Alright."

Ye Xi'an took out the clothes she had just bought today, and Ji Jiangci handed the clothes he had just changed out of to Bao Jing: "You wash the clothes, I'll wash the underwear."

The two instantly agreed.

(End of Chapter)