Chapter 38 Taking it one step at a time, she was like a chocolate cherry...

Slo knocked on the door again.

"Sang Li?"

The room was completely silent.

Sang Li and Lu Jin looked at each other, she seemed to be waiting for his next move.

The next second, Lu Jin leaned close to her ear and said, "So, what are you thinking? I want to hear what the time-traveling agent has to say?"

The words that came out of his mouth were like sparks, burning holes in the air.

“…If I were a ruthless female assassin,” Sang Li narrowed her eyes, “I would open the door now, let him in, and then kill him, and the problem would be solved.”

She spoke very softly, each word like splashing oil, flying into Lu Jin's sparks.

The fire was burning fiercer and fiercer.

Lu Jin's brows twitched slightly.

Sang Li then asked, "He said he's my husband, aren't you jealous?"

"..."

Before Tang Lan could exclaim in surprise, Lu Jin turned off the communicator.

This is terrible!

“I’ve said it before, we’re not lovers,” Lu Jin said in a deep voice.

Sang Li asked curiously, "What is that? Is it a superior-subordinate relationship, or am I the white moonlight you love but can't have?"

Lu Jin could no longer contain himself, the veins on his forehead throbbing: "We are living together."

"ah?"

"Sleep together."

Sang Li's gaze paused for a moment.

Sleeping together?

Not in a romantic relationship yet?

Ah, I really am quite unrestrained.

She suddenly remembered Qin Ye, who had appeared in her closet earlier that day.

Is my life really this... chaotic?

How could she have such ambiguous relationships with so many men?

Even after time travel, she still maintains some "improper" relationships with one or more men.

"So, we can't kill him now?" Sang Li asked.

Two seconds later, Lu Jin spoke, his voice low and hoarse, perhaps because he had just been provoked by Sang Li: "We can't kill him. The world in the painting will collapse."

"...Are you sure?"

"He is one of the anchor points of this world. His death will cause a violent backlash, and the worst-case scenario is that both you and I will be affected. Because he is the center of the painting you entered, you cannot act rashly."

Outside the door, Slo, unable to hear any movement inside, felt uneasy: "...Sang Li?"

"It'll be ready soon," Sang Li replied. "Don't rush me!"

"Oh, okay, I was just worried about you."

"Don't worry, I'm fine. The clothes are a bit complicated."

"sorry."

Sloan fell silent again.

Just a door away.

Sang Li and Lu Jin's breaths mingled, and she almost leaned into his arms, their intimate embrace thick and tight.

It's like a scene of adultery, seemingly passionate yet eerily quiet.

Because with just a soft sound, the entire secret would collapse.

Slo, standing outside the door, frowned, noticing that Sang Li's reaction had been somewhat agitated. He asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I'm just a little hungry, so I might be in a bad mood. Go buy me two small cakes, lemon white chocolate ones," Sang Li said.

"good!"

Oh, I was hungry.

Sloan left quickly.

inside the house.

Sang Li smiled like a cunning little fox: "He's been quite good to me."

"I bought you a chocolate cake," Lu Jin said, seizing the opportunity to praise himself.

"oh?"

"I've taken you to eat everything you've ever wanted to eat." Lu Jin seemed to be trying to prove his good intentions.

Sang Li licked her lips: "So, what do you want to do now?"

"I haven't decided yet," Lu Jin said.

Sang Li stared at him with her bright eyes, then shook her head and said earnestly and embarrassedly, "Lu Jin, you don't sound very reliable."

Lu Jin: ?

How did you figure that out?

Sang Li shrugged: "You didn't even have a plan to save me?"

Sang Li sighed softly, her fingertips sliding down his chest. She walked to the window and looked out: "That's really... a pity."

Her tone was as if she were lamenting a dinner party that didn't go as planned, or regretting a war that wasn't won.

Sang Li looked out the window: "So, we're inside a painting now. This painting was created with London as its backdrop?"

"yes."

“I knew London wouldn’t have such beautiful street scenes. Well, we can only take it one step at a time, right, my savior?”

"..." Lu Jin clearly understood that the tone was sarcastic.

Sang Li shrugged: "If you still can't figure it out, I'm going to sleep with my husband tonight."

“Sang Li!”

"Then you'd better use your brain." Sang Li smiled brightly, completely unaware that danger was approaching.

She kicked her leg back like a little horse, and happily opened the door and went out.

Only Lu Jin remained inside the house.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and the warmth of her waistline still lingered on his knuckles.

This is really difficult.

Slo waited for a long time on the first floor of the clothing store.

Their eyes lit up when they saw Sang Li.

This female knight outfit really suits her and looks great on her. The deep burgundy and silver-white color scheme, the fitted cut, and the metal buckles accentuate her slender waist.

Sloan's pale face also regained a little color.

He suddenly felt a little hot.

Slo's Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing became slightly unsteady.

She's like a chocolate cherry cake.

The outer layer was a beautifully set dark chocolate glaze; when you cut it open, the inside was a deep red cherry core, sweet, sticky, and unreasonably delicious. Her eyes seemed to hold syrup as well, so sticky that you couldn't look away. Indeed, she was just as beautiful as when I first saw her; it seemed nothing could taint her eyes.

“...You look really good in this outfit.” He finally managed to say, but his voice was hoarseer than he had expected.

"Really?" she said, casually tugging at the buckle at her waist.

Sloan instinctively turned his head away, unable to look directly at him.

Even if he was the one who kidnapped Sang Li.

However, he still found it extremely difficult to look directly into Sang Li's eyes.

"Do you have any more small cakes you'd like, or anything else? Are you still considering that Italian restaurant?" Slo changed the subject.

"No, go back." Sang Li's gaze lingered on him.

Such a shy and thin person turned out to be a kidnapper.

Why would she tie herself up and become his wife?

Sang Li tugged at her permed hair.

Perhaps it was love at first sight?

Forget it, this isn't a love story.

Lu Jin said that Sloan could not be killed.

So how do we handle it?

Should we let this world be destroyed?

Tearing apart the false world?

Sang Li felt that she had no obligation to think about it, after all, she had already sacrificed herself to the point of losing her mind and even submitted to the villain!

As soon as I stepped out of the clothing store, I was greeted by an indescribable stench.

It smelled like a mixture of decay and filth, so heavy it was nauseating.

It was as if the air itself had turned black.

Sang Li frowned subconsciously.

Three or five rats scurried across the street corner, their gray-black fur dripping wet, making a splashing sound as they stepped on the ground. The street, which was originally paved with cobblestones, was now black and sticky, as if covered with a layer of asphalt, reflecting an unnatural sheen.

The whole neighborhood was a mess, the weather was gloomy, and it looked like it was about to rain.

There were no streetlights along the street, so they couldn't penetrate this oppressive darkness.

It was completely different from how it looked before they came in.

Is this the end of the world?

No, is this the end of the world for paintings?

"Don't look." Slo's voice suddenly lowered, and he placed his hand in front of Sang Li.

His expression was cold and his eyes were frighteningly deep as he shielded her from view.

They really didn't let her see any light at all.

"Get in the car."

Sang Li wanted to take another look, but he half-helped, half-protected her as she got into the car. She glanced back at the door she had just walked out of, only to find that the clothing store had been quietly closed, with a faint yellow light shining through the wooden door.

The whole atmosphere was like Diagon Alley from a fantasy novel.

Sang Li asked, "What just happened?"

Slo paused for a moment, then stood by the car door, his profile hidden in the shadows.

"It's nothing." His tone was calm, yet it sounded unusually hollow.

The carriage slowly drove away from where it had been.

Sang Li sat in the carriage, her fingertips twitching slightly as she reached out and lifted a corner of the curtain to peek outside.

Hmm, that's strange.

Surprisingly, the streets were clean.

The pebbles were as clean and shiny as a mirror, the flowers blooming in the flowerpots along the street were vibrant and fresh, and the air was filled with a refreshing fragrance.

Sang Li raised an eyebrow.

Has everything just vanished?

What did you just see?

still.

No, Lu Jin said this is a painting, and Slo is the master of this painting.

Paintings reveal the artist's emotions.

It carries the author's emotions.

If Lu Jin's investigation is reliable, Slo's mood must have changed just now.

The carriage traveled along the long, tree-lined avenue, under the false sunlight, back to the castle.

"We're here." Sloe got out of the car first, then turned around and reached out to take her hand.

Sang Li stepped out of the car, her skirt trailing behind her, without touching his hand.

Sloan just smiled.

The lunch was arranged with exquisite finery, with a long table set with fine silver cutlery. The servants served the dishes silently, filling the air with the aroma of stewed meat, rich soup, and toasted bread.

Sang Li ate to her heart's content and was not afraid of being poisoned.

Slo asked, "Would you like me to cut you a steak?"

Sang Li declined: "I don't really like touching food that other people have eaten."

"All right."

Just as I put down my spoon, Slo handed me a thick, gold-embossed card.

“The guest list for tonight’s dance,” he said.

However, Sang Li guessed that there were definitely no handsome men here.

She raised an eyebrow, her tone languid: "Wow, all of you are nobles. Are there any princes?"

Sloe's fingers paused, and his smile faded: "You like princes?"

His tone seemed somewhat disdainful.

Sang Li blinked, then nodded: "Of course, aren't there princes in fairy tales?"

Slo stared at her for a while, then suddenly said in a slow voice, "Do you know that I also have a royal title?"

"Huh?" Sang Li was stunned and hadn't reacted yet.

Suddenly, a soft "click" sounded behind me, and the wall seemed to move slowly. A crack appeared in the stone wall that was originally closed off in the restaurant, and then it slowly opened up to reveal a huge oil painting hidden behind it.

The man wore a dark blue robe with a royal crest on his chest, his eyes deep and cold. The woman wore a silver-white dress and a crystal crown, looking very elegant; it was herself.

Sang Li was stunned.

Slo chuckled: "You've even forgotten about that?"

She slowly turned her head.

Is it because he mentioned it earlier that he's quickly trying to create a persona for himself?

It also comes with pictures.

That's not a good idea.

However, Sang Li was certain of one thing: Sloan was able to change the world depicted in the painting at will.

He can create something out of nothing.