The owner of those beautiful eyes was a woman who looked to be about thirty with her overall demeanor, but appeared to be in her twenties with her facial features.

Her classically beautiful features were unadorned, her fair skin flawless, and her still damp black hair was styled in an updo secured with a wooden hairpin, revealing her slender neck.

My gaze moved further down to a loose white robe... Ouch, how fierce!

Wait, a retro Taoist robe, a beautiful woman, the thirty-third floor.

As these elements came together, Shen Qian instantly realized something and a polite, albeit awkward, smile appeared on his face.

"...Eighth Senior Sister?"

He called out before sinking.

The woman's deep eyes seemed to be veiled in mist. She was clearly startled when she saw Shen Qian, and then took a step back as if in fright.

After hesitating for a moment, Ji Ruoshui nodded, lowered her face, and carefully walked into the elevator.

...Why does she seem more scared than I am?

I was the one who was thrown out of the window and almost died last time!

Before sinking, he discovered that the personality of this "never-before-seen" eighth senior sister seemed to be quite different from what he had imagined.

Ji Ruoshui moved to the corner of the elevator, extended her slender fingers and pressed the button for the sixth floor. The elevator doors then slowly closed.

Shen Qian sniffed and noticed a very special fragrance in the air. At first, it smelled like sandalwood, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to contain something else. It smelled wonderful.

Neither of them spoke. Shen Qian leaned against the innermost glass panel, while Ji Ruoshui, standing by the door, wrapped her left arm around her right arm. Her originally loose Taoist robe was pulled forward, revealing her slender back, which concealed infinite beauty.

Seeing that his eighth senior sister didn't threaten to kill him, Shen Qian, whose tension was gradually dissipating, was somewhat amazed.

It has to be said that this rarely seen eighth senior sister is truly beautiful, like a heroine in a novel, with an almost unreal beauty. No wonder the third senior brother easily understood his "lack of control" that day.

In the silence, an eerie atmosphere spread... Of course, it could also just be a one-sided psychological effect on Shen Qian.

Watching the elevator descend floor by floor, I felt as if each day was an eternity.

Because he keenly sensed that the system had reacted again...

Shen Qian couldn't figure out what was on Ji Ruoshui that was attracting the system, but he could feel a restlessness coming from the depths of his mind.

He was familiar with this feeling before he sank, and he fought back desperately.

Last time they were thrown out of the building, who knows if Eighth Sister will stab them in the back again?

Gradually, Shen Qian's face began to turn bluish-purple. This was the first time in history that Shen Qian had actively resisted the system's "management" with his own willpower.

Shen Qian didn't know if he had succeeded, but he was in great pain, his hands gripping the handrail on the glass wall tightly.

Ji Ruoshui noticed Shen Qian's unusual behavior. She hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Shen Qian.

"Junior Brother... what's wrong?"

When Ji Ruoshui saw the beads of sweat dripping from Shen Qian's forehead, she was startled and hurriedly walked over, wanting to touch Shen Qian but then shrinking back.

That voice is so nice, like a soft, chewy pastry, with a hint of mature huskiness... Ugh, what am I thinking?

With his consciousness fading, Shen Qian wanted Ji Ruoshui to stay away from him, because her pleasant scent was constantly getting into his nose.

It's incredibly addictive.

Are you alright?

But before Shen Qian could speak, Ji Ruoshui's warm palm touched his face.

Just as he was feeling "sensitive," he suddenly felt a jolt, his vision went black, and he could no longer resist the power of the system, completely losing consciousness.

...

When Shen Qian slowly woke up, looking at the pitch-black surroundings, his first thought was, "Am I really dead?"

But when that pleasant scent started to hit his nose again, Shen Qian realized that he was still in the real world.

He groped his way to sit up... Yes, he was in a bed, the smell coming from the bedding.

Reaching out from the bedside, I couldn't find the light switch, so I had to use my wristband to turn on the flashlight.

The room brightened up, and Shen Qian realized that he was not lying in bed, but on a tatami mat with an antique design.

Shen Qian left the room and went into the corridor.

Judging from the space in front of him, he should still be on a certain floor of the Tower of Babel, but this floor is not the 17th or 99th floor he has been to before. It is most likely the 33rd floor where his eighth senior sister is.

Compared to the flamboyant decor of the 17th floor belonging to the third senior brother Shi Dingyan, the decoration of this floor can only be described as "exceptionally simple".

If it weren't for the few simple decorations placed in the corridor, this floor would be no different from the unfinished buildings before the 99th floor.

Most of the rooms were empty until a slightly unusual hall appeared at the end of the corridor, near the balcony.

At first glance, it looks like a Buddhist temple.

In the middle of the small 50-square-meter hall, there was an altar table with a blurry-faced statue on it. Under the table was a futon, which, judging from its wrinkles, had been used for many years.

On the left side of the wall in the small hall hang two calligraphy scrolls: one is the "Meditation Mantra," and the other is the "Purification Mantra."

Seeing these two calligraphy scrolls, Shen Qian recalled his previous AFK (away from keyboard) logs. It seemed that under the system's control, he had been having a "pleasant chat" with his eighth senior sister right here.

The curtain on the side of the Buddhist hall was lifted, and Ji Ruoshui walked out, carrying a small bowl in her hand.

She had changed into a sky-blue robe at some point. When she saw Shen Qian, she paused for a moment, then her furrowed brows relaxed.

"Junior brother, you're awake?"

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