"N-No! Absolutely not!" Fu Lin shook his head frantically—he couldn't let what happened in the dream repeat itself in reality.
"Is that so? Then that's for the best~" Kiana let out a relieved sigh. She had no intention of bringing up what happened in the dream. To teach Fu Lin a lesson he wouldn't forget—without actually harming him—she had resorted to this method, ensuring that he would forget everything that happened in a few hours and no harm would be done to him.
That pesky Herrscher of Sentience's projection lurking in Fu Lin's subconscious had almost ruined everything. But thankfully, it was just a projection—any closer, and her plan might have failed.
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Recalling the events in her dream, Kiana instinctively clutched her chest and shook her head, "This pain is nothing compared to the heart-wrenching agony of witnessing Fu Lin's death with my own eyes..."
As Kiana sank into her memories, Fu Lin also recalled what had happened before he fell unconscious. He had been trying to argue... to explain something to Kiana.
But out of nowhere, a wave of drowsiness overwhelmed him, and then—he must have fallen asleep...
Thinking about this, Fu Lin slowly stopped his thoughts. His pupils shrank sharply as he lifted his head, finding it difficult to read Kiana's expression. The image of Kiana, her face covered in blood from his dream, overlapped with the one standing before him.
Fu Lin lowered his head in panic and unease, his heart pounding like a drum. His gaze flickered around, burying the deep-seated doubts within his heart.
"Hmm~" Kiana stretched her arms upward, arching her body slightly as a satisfied moan escaped her lips. Like a cat, she elegantly stretched her body, showcasing her graceful curves to the fullest.
Then, slipping on her slippers to cover her fair, delicate feet, she domineeringly pulled Fu Lin into her embrace. With her slender fingers, she gently lifted his chin and said, "Fu Lin, you've slept for so long, you must be hungry. I'll go to the kitchen and make you something to eat. Let me know if there's anything you want."
"Alright..." Fu Lin unconsciously met Kiana's gaze, feeling the unhidden affection in her eyes. His long eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Fu Lin, cooking is really tiring too. Shouldn't I get a little reward for my hard work?" Kiana's gaze lowered, locking onto Fu Lin's soft, smooth lips, her heart stirring with desire.
Feeling the hand wandering around his waist, Fu Lin's face gradually flushed. He stared at the mischievous smirk on Kiana's lips before closing his eyes and lightly pecking her at the corner of her mouth.
Kiana was not satisfied with this at all. She immediately clasped the back of Fu Lin's head, pried open his lips, and took what she wanted with undeniable dominance, leaving him no room to escape.
After a lingering exchange, Kiana finally released Fu Lin's waist and, looking utterly content, walked toward the kitchen.
As Kiana finally left, Fu Lin stood frozen in place, rubbing his slightly swollen lips as a sense of grievance surged within him.
"Hiss~ Is she a cat or something? Biting and nibbling all over..."
"Fu Lin, talking bad about me behind my back means you'll get kissed again~" Kiana suddenly peeked out from the kitchen. She licked her pink lips with a satisfied look.
"Uh... I was complimenting you, saying you're as cute and clingy as a cat. You must have misheard." Staring at the kitchen knife in her hands, Fu Lin felt a few drops of cold sweat forming on his forehead.
Kiana nodded slightly and snapped her fingers. In an instant, a revealing maid outfit appeared on her body, accentuating her perfect figure.
Then, from her white hair, a pair of fluffy cat ears emerged, and at some point, a long, snow-white tail had also appeared behind her.
She twirled around once and nodded in satisfaction, raising her hands in midair to mimic a cat's playful pawing motion. The white slime on her body jiggled slightly in response.
"Do I look even more like a cat now? Meow~"
"Stop messing around and change back...!" Fu Lin turned his back to her, nervously clenching his fists as a deep blush spread across his face.
"Alright, alright. I'll go cook now. But don't even think about sneaking away again~" Kiana changed out of the revealing maid outfit and, gazing at Fu Lin's back, stuck out her tongue and lightly licked the kitchen knife in her hand. A faint red gleam flickered in her eyes.
Fu Lin shivered, feeling a chill creeping up his spine. He quickly abandoned any thoughts of teleporting away and obediently sat down on the chair.
As the sound of cooking came from the kitchen, Fu Lin lowered his gaze, glancing at the small paper bag in his palm, waiting for the right moment to sprinkle the 'suspicious powder' into the food.
Time ticked by, and soon, Kiana came out of the kitchen, carrying a bowl of steaming hot porridge. She placed the fragrant dish in front of Fu Lin.
Staring at the white porridge before him, Fu Lin blinked and then turned his head toward Kiana, who remained motionless. He stood up, preparing to head to the kitchen.
Seeing this, Kiana looked at Fu Lin in confusion. Realizing he wanted to enter the kitchen, she quickly spread her arms to block the doorway and pointed to a sign on the wall beside them.
〖No Entry for Fu Lin〗
".....Kiana, I just wanted to get a spoon." Fu Lin's mouth twitched. Sure, his cooking was a bit unappetizing, but was it really necessary to be this cautious?
"You don't necessarily need a spoon to drink porridge. I can feed you~!" Kiana's lips curled up in a smile as she traced a finger along her lips, gazing at Fu Lin with anticipation.
"N-no need, I can do it myself." Hearing Kiana's words, Fu Lin couldn't help but recall the first time he was caught and force-fed porridge. He bit his lip in embarrassment, his cheeks instantly turning red.
"Hmm~ Alright then, I'll go get you a spoon." A blushing Fu Lin is such a beautiful sight... Once you're done eating, it'll be my turn to eat~
Kiana's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze locking onto Fu Lin's slender, fair neck and the collar she had personally placed around it. She couldn't resist the urge to take a bite, leaving behind one 'strawberry mark' after another.