Yun Lian's head was pressed against his.

Actively help him relieve his mental stress.

This was the third time Yun Lian had relieved the pain, and she had become quite skilled at it. Even without forming those complicated hand seals, she could directly soothe the pain.

Sikong Qing stood there stunned in her arms, his body gradually relaxing.

It was as if a warm, soft stream of water was gently washing away his chaotic mental energy.

Sikong Qing stared intently at Yun Lian.

Her eyes were closed, and her soft, cherry-blossom-colored lips murmured mysterious, ancient incantations.

His headache was relieved, and he even felt a warm current flowing through his limbs, making him feel comfortable both physically and mentally.

The persistent, dull pain from when the tail broke off disappeared under her comforting words.

At that moment, she seemed to glow.

As Ji Huaixi passed by the entrance to the mecha room, she immediately spotted the two people embracing next to the mecha.

A sharp pain shot through his chest, as if he were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Ji Huaixi clutched her chest, but couldn't bear to blink, staring intently at Yun Lian from afar.

He just came from the mecha testing area.

Her theory of defense against mental pollution was confirmed, and almost everyone was looking for her.

But here she is.

At this moment, Ji Huaixi hated herself immensely. She was neither bad enough nor kind enough, stuck in the middle, neither good enough nor bad enough.

If he were worse, or kinder, or even more extreme, would she remember him? Would he receive special treatment from her?

Fu Qiyu quietly walked to Ji Huaixi's side, and the two stood side by side, looking at the two people inside the room.

Ji Huaixi's ears were drooping and her head was hidden in her red hair. She didn't seem to have any energy when she saw the person coming.

"Fu Qiyu, are you happy now? You've already won her heart before she even became famous."

After her outstanding performance, the dormitory may be reshuffled, with even more outstanding males moving in to help her reproduce better offspring.

Fu Qiyu shook his head.

"Perhaps it wasn't you who left, Ji Huaixi. That day when you went downstairs to run on the track, she watched you for a long time."

Undeniably, Yun Lian must have a special place in Ji Huaixi's heart.

Otherwise, why would she only ask Ji Huaixi to run errands when there were so many people in the dormitory?

He could do it too.

Moreover, she slept with him, yet she wasn't as intimate with him as she was with Ji Huaixi.

Fu Qiyu felt a sharp, throbbing pain in his chest.

It seems he can't extricate himself from this situation.

Ji Huaixi seemed encouraged, her wolf ears stood up, and her tail swayed slightly.

"Fu Qiyu, you're not lying to me? She really stared at me for a long time?"

"Um."

Ji Huaixi's lips kept turning upwards, harder to suppress than an AK.

Blushing, she suddenly asked in a low voice, "Fu Qiyu, do you think I have a chance if I volunteer?"

Fu Qiyu replied indifferently, "I don't know."

After saying that, he turned and left, completely unconcerned about whether Ji Huaixi lived or died.

Yun Lian's feelings for Sikong Qing must be different.

Fu Qiyu was very certain of this; Ji Huaixi was nothing to fear. His only task was to figure out how to get marked by her before Sikong Qing could.

At night, a crescent moon hangs above the treetops.

Yun Lian, having overused her mental energy, lay in bed and slept soundly.

She didn't even realize when a little red wolf had appeared beside her; she only instinctively moved closer to the heat source and pulled him into her arms.

Ji Huaixi felt even hotter.

How come he never noticed before that rabbit smelled so good and was so tender?

Ji Huaixi kept her eyes open, staring intently at Yun Lian's sleeping face.

Fu Qiyu lay on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above him.

He was most adept at displaying his personal charm to women, yet he didn't know how to attract her attention.

She's so busy...

She practically lives in the lab, and even her best friend rarely sees her.

It turns out that unless you deliberately try to meet someone, it's really hard to bump into them in such a large college.

Sikong Qing's dormitory.

As the one who currently owns his own mecha, he can enjoy having his own private room.

But he felt the entire dormitory was incredibly crowded, even though he had showered many times and could smell her fragrance.

Sikong Qing transformed into a fox, and instantly the entire dormitory was filled with snow-white fox tails, huge, fluffy, smooth, and shiny.

At the base of the tail, a small section of pinkish-white flesh grew from the broken fox tail.

Sikong Qing stared at that small, fleshy piece of flesh, his eyes deep and unfathomable, as he warned himself.

"Yun Lian, I will never forgive you!"

She was the one who suffered the pain of losing her tail, and she was also the one who healed the wound.

But it's like an iron nail driven into wood; even if the nail is pulled out, the wood still retains the nail hole.

Sikong Qing closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep, but his mind was filled with images of her carefully treating him and helping him release his mental energy.

I slept without any dreams.

Just as Sikong Qing got up to go to training in the early morning, Yun Lian suddenly appeared at the door of his dormitory.

He had heavy dark circles under his eyes, but they didn't detract from his good looks; instead, they gave him a somewhat gloomy air.

Good morning, Sikong Qing.

Sikong Qing was indifferent and aloof, and walked past Yun Lian with his head up.

Yun Lian waved the deep red fluorescent medicine in her hand: "Hey, do you still want me to force-feed you medicine today?"

Yun Lian stood in front of him. Although Sikong Qing was a head taller than her, he was so intimidated by her aura that he couldn't move.

He reached out his hand and said coldly, "Would you be satisfied if I drank it?"

Yun Lian handed it to him, clearly trying to heal him, but she smiled like a little devil.

"I'll decide whether you're satisfied or not after you drink it."

Sikong Qing took the medicine, tilted his head back, and drank it all down. As soon as he drank the medicine, that familiar pain swept through his body again, leaving him weak and unable to lean against the wall.

His cold eyes were fixed on Yun Lian, almost clenching his teeth.

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