Chapter 359 The air conditioner is really broken.

Meeting the seemingly certain gaze of the Bai family head, Qu Tong calmly replied, "It is Feitian Yuan."

"Our mechs can't reach that speed," the Bai family head affirmed. He knew the mechs he designed all too well.

Qu Tong nodded: "It was improved by a master craftsman."

"Which master?" The Bai family head asked in surprise, and with some excitement.

"It's not convenient to talk about that."

"All right."

The Bai family head didn't ask too many questions, and instead showed Qu Tong the improved version of the Flying Yuan Mecha.

The Bai family responded on the StarNet, frankly admitting that their technology had not yet reached that level, and that the princess's mecha had been modified by an expert.

However, the Bai family did not reveal who this expert was, which aroused another wave of speculation among the people.

Among them, the most popular choices from netizens are Master Yan and God Y.

However, Master Yan was overwhelmed by people coming to his door seeking information within just one day.

The post stated, "I am not a god, but I could not create such an overpowered mecha."

It's impossible to build a Flying Yuan Mech; no matter what, it can't unleash the full power of an SSS-level mech.

But the announcement has been issued; whether people believe it or not is another matter.

Qu Tong soon received a message from Master Yan:

[That white-haired girl is quite the hidden gem!]

[My professional ethics as a mech pilot dictate that I have no interest in revealing your identity, but please resolve this problem quickly, as it's seriously impacting my life and work.]

You probably don't know how much those who are rich but lack inner strength crave power. I can't even leave my house now.

Qu Tong frowned; this was a bit of a problem.

Where did she conjure up a mecha master out of thin air?

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the ring Si Yuting had given her.

How could she forget that she still had a Y God mech?

As it happens, God Y is mysterious and unpredictable, and is another protagonist in the public opinion.

Qu Tong took the fruit platter that Qianqian had cut and handed a slice of orange to Butler Chi: "Uncle Chi, what time did His Highness return yesterday?"

Steward Chi took it: "His Highness did not return yesterday."

Um?

Yesterday, he asked himself whether he should go home or not.

Qu Tong opened her personal terminal and sent a message to Si Yuting: [Are you coming home tonight?]

Si Yuting replied quickly: [Are you done with school matters?]

Qu Tong: [Hmm.]

Si Yuting: [Reply.]

After turning off the computer, Qu Tong went back to her room to wait.

Lying on the soft sofa, Qu Tong opened the 30+ GB video collection that Di Changxin had sent her.

Start by watching videos from 100 years ago that you've never seen before, and gradually move forward.

Each video is only a dozen minutes long, but there are hundreds of videos.

There was no sound, and Qu Tong fell asleep after watching for a short while.

Late at night, Si Yuting returned home and saw a historical illustration that looked like an ink painting being played on the screen.

As the scene ended and automatically transitioned to the next, Si Yuting's approaching steps abruptly stopped.

His eyes were fixed on the frail figure on the screen.

Inside the closed laboratory, the woman was so thin that her age was indistinguishable. She hunched over the wall, hugging her knees, her head buried in her hands. Her silver hair was messy, barely reaching her shoulders. A metal choker adorned her slender neck, with half a lightning bolt symbol peeking out from her hair.

His hands and feet were bound by long chains, and his wrists were covered with bruises and scabs, the scars of varying ages making it difficult to determine their age.

On her wrist, which was covered with needle marks, was a gold and green intertwined mark.

The scene jumps around; the next second, war is raging, and the experimental building hidden deep in the mountains collapses with a crash.

In the lower left corner of the image, a woman stands quietly to one side, her expression unreadable, only a carefree and relieved smile on her lips.

The video switched to the next one, but Si Yuting couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

His complicated gaze shifted to his sleeping wife on the sofa, her face serene. On her fair wrist, which was resting under her head, was a bluish mark identical to the one in the video, only half of it remaining.

Even though her figure was completely different before and after, he was still certain that it was his Ah Li.

so.

Is this why Ali is afraid of the control room?

A bittersweet feeling welled up in my heart, and all I wanted to do was hold my wife tightly in my arms.

Ah Li often smiled at him and had never seen him injured.

That's precisely why it made him feel even more heartbroken.

In a daze, Qu Tong felt a tingling, ticklish sensation on her neck, as gentle as a kitten's tail brushing against her.

He mumbled something in a daze.

The tingling sensation hadn't subsided when it crept up my chin and was about to cover my lips.

Qu Tong opened her eyes a crack, recognized the familiar face, and then closed them again.

She pouted and took the initiative to greet him.

Her lips were pried open, and the invader, exuding an intense aura of hormones, moved with an almost unbearably gentle touch.

After a while, their lips parted, and Si Yuting looked at the delicate face beneath him, knowing that she was not fully awake yet.

I turned off her personal terminal, gently picked her up, and carried her to the bed.

If Ah Li didn't say anything, he wouldn't ask.

She was just his wife.

Put the person on the bed and cover them with a blanket.

I had just stood up when my hand was grabbed.

"Where are you going?" The young wife's eyes still showed a hint of confusion.

Si Yuting lowered his head: "Go back to your room and sleep."

“The air conditioner in your room is really broken. I didn’t tell you that Uncle Chi definitely wouldn’t call someone to fix it.” Qu Tong moved over and patted the door. “Sleep here.”

Si Yuting didn't move for a moment.

"woke up?"

Qu Tong watched obediently.

"Um."

Si Yuting got into bed, and Qu Tong took the initiative to move closer.

"Your Highness, don't you know God Y?"

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

Qu Tong's eyes shone brightly: "Could you introduce him to me? I'd like to discuss a deal with him."

"What kind of deal?" Si Yuting asked with interest, his thumb stroking the soft flesh of Qu Tong's waist through her nightgown.

Qu Tong chuckled twice: "It's a very important deal. I need to meet him in person to talk to him personally."

You can't just tell him to take the blame.

She planned to reason with the person she met, appealing to their emotions and reasoning with them. If the potion didn't work, she would use mecha materials. She had four Thunderfire Rocks and many energy stones on hand.

With Si Yuting's connection, God Y should give me some face.

"Is it about the Flying Yuan Mech?" Si Yuting guessed it immediately.

"Your Highness is wise." Qu Tong adopted the attitude one would use to ask for a favor, clinging to Si Yuting's arm and saying in a sickeningly sweet voice, "So please help me, honey~"

Si Yuting took a half-inch back, his voice hoarse: "Okay."

Qu Tong stuck it on, and was about to say thank you when the room lights were turned off.

One of her hands was held behind her back and pressed down above her head.

Si Yuting's burning body then covered him.

The kiss landed, no longer just a fleeting touch as before.

They forcefully steal every breath.

As their lips intertwined, Si Yuting asked her indistinctly, "Ali, do you... want it?"

Even their scorching breaths were filled with desire; the answer to this question didn't seem so important.

But Qu Tong still answered, "I think... I guess."

Her nightgown was lifted, and delicate kisses brushed against her shoulder blades...

A large hand covered the softness of her chest, gently kneading it with just the right amount of pressure...

The curtains were not closed.

The soft moonlight bathed the gently swaying bed.

A bed full of sweet dreams, pressing down on the Milky Way...