Chapter 72 The Poor Rabbit and a Misunderstanding...
"I feel so bad, Pei Qing, can you help me?" Hilliwen kept rubbing against her, his wet, soft tongue licking her earlobe. Pei Qing hadn't figured out how to solve the problem yet, but she was definitely not going home tonight.
One is in a false heat cycle, and the other, while not in heat, is 'feverish'. If they are both brought back, their sexes will repel each other, and they might fight again, which could really lead to bloodshed.
The best option now is to book a hotel for Heaven alone, resolve this matter, and go back tomorrow.
This matter could be a big deal or a small one. After all, Shen Rong'an knows nothing about it right now. If he finds out, it could really escalate a small problem into a big one. She absolutely cannot tolerate this happening!
So Pei Qing decisively found a cheap hotel, which only cost 30 star coins a night, a great deal and extremely cost-effective.
She walked into the room under the approving gaze of the receptionist, placed Hillary on the bed, and rubbed her sore arms. Someone in a semi-conscious state was really heavy.
Pei Qing, who was focused on helping the person into bed, was completely unaware that the pink controller had fallen out at some point and was mercilessly crushed by Xiao Hei's tail, which happened to be set to the highest setting before it was crushed.
Shen Rong'an, who was upstairs at the repair shop, was in a terrible state. He was in excruciating pain, constantly waking up and falling into a coma, only to be jolted awake again. After repeated dehydration, he finally managed to get downstairs and drink a large glass of water to replenish his fluids.
He tried to take it out, but accidentally fell to the ground, and the thing slid deeper inside. Shen Rong'an was almost driven mad by the torment. He shakily picked up the personal terminal, wanting to call Pei Qing, but the communication wouldn't go through no matter how he tried, so he finally gave up.
The man's pale arms hung limply at his sides, his body trembling uncontrollably. Upstairs, the sheets had been wet and dry all night, seemingly unconcerned about their mood.
On the other side, Pei Qing casually tossed the small box onto the table. She went into the bathroom and wet a towel. No matter what, she couldn't take advantage of someone in distress.
Although Hilly's face was quite attractive, fitting her aesthetic preferences, and her figure was also great—big breasts, a perky butt, exactly her type… But! Since she had already promised him in the first place, Pei Qing was determined to uphold her already limited principles to the very end!
Pei Qing looked disdainfully at the yellowish poolside, and finally used twigs to build a basin shape, filling it with water. Xiao Hei lay sprawled to the side, clearly unaware of what was happening. He blinked his big, bewildered eyes, his demeanor completely out of place in this cheap inn.
This suddenly gave her the strange feeling that she was corrupting a child, but the problem was that she hadn't done anything yet. Pei Qing suppressed the strange feeling and instructed Xiao Hei, "You stand next to me with this basin of water and don't move."
Although Xiao Hei didn't understand, he understood what he had to do after Pei Qing's demonstration, and obediently stood aside holding the water.
Pei Qing sat on the bed, holding a wet towel, and brushed away the tattered strips of cloth. These things could no longer be called clothes; they could only be called rags.
She first gave Hillary's forehead a quick treatment. The wound wasn't big, and it looked like he'd bumped into it himself, and quite hard. "If he hadn't been sprayed with medicine by accident, those thugs probably wouldn't have been able to do anything to him," Pei Qing thought to herself, before applying another bandage.
She picked up a damp towel and slowly wiped the man's burning body, over and over again. When she wiped his thighs, the man suddenly let out a sticky groan and instinctively clamped her hand between his thighs.
Pei Qing shook her head helplessly, trying to pull her hand away, but accidentally touched something... a sensation. It was already this... She was a little surprised. So it was just a false heat, could it turn into this? This was truly the first time she had ever encountered this kind of knowledge.
The next second, ignoring the man's pleas, Pei Qing slowly but firmly freed her hand. She absolutely, positively could not succumb to the temptation of beauty! She was a woman of her word!
She knelt on one knee at the head of the bed, half her body dangling in the air as she wiped Helivin's other side. Suddenly, she stiffened and looked down. The man's eyes were hazy, his face full of dazed desire, his pink tongue hovering at his lips, savoring something.
Pei Qian's response was to flip the person over and then tighten her belt.
Wiping Healyven with a damp towel for nearly half an hour, this traditional method did not seem to improve his fever.
Is that really the only way to solve it? But there shouldn't be any need to mark a false estrus period, right? Could we use some tools instead...? Pei Qing turned her gaze to the cylindrical wine bottle on the table.
Looking at the smooth, elongated shape of the wine bottle and the small box casually placed aside, a brilliant plan suddenly came to her mind.
"...No! Enough...Ugh!...No..."
The soundproofing in the budget hotel was terrible. The couple in the next room, listening to the man's constant crying and shouting, couldn't help but exclaim, "That's amazing! It's been about five hours already, and it's still not over! Absolutely incredible!"
Two more hours passed, and the man's cries gradually subsided, leaving only intermittent sobs.
Pei Qian put down the wet wine bottle, shook her aching wrist, sighed, and barely managed to hold onto what little integrity she had left. It was truly too difficult; she felt her hands were going to be ruined by such frequent work.
As for why she didn't use the Touch Branch, it was because its magical function made her afraid to use it recklessly. Pei Qing already had enough spiritual entities in her spiritual sea, so she didn't want to add another one for the time being.
She looked at the unconscious man covered in marks, and the messy sheets, and felt a pang of guilt. She probably only felt a fleeting excitement at the end…
Perhaps, maybe, she lost her mind a little... There was no way around it, such a strong physique was really making her sadistic desires rise, especially since it was such a silent half-orc that Pei Qing would never refuse no matter what she did?
Pei Qing had found an excuse for herself and felt relieved. She turned around and looked at Xiao Hei, who was standing next to her with a serious expression, and suddenly felt uneasy. Had she led him astray?
Not really. After all, they didn't engage in any explicit activities. They were already being very considerate of this amnesiac individual whose mind isn't fully mature yet. Besides, he was probably an adult before his amnesia, so it's not like he led someone astray. She was just repeating things that any adult should know in front of others, right?
Xiao Hei gazed thoughtfully until the intense activity completely ended, when a similar scene suddenly flashed through his mind. The difference was that the woman was on top of him.
The scene they were in seemed very different from this place. However, those memories vanished in just a moment, and his mind went blank again.
Pei Qing rubbed her aching wrist wearily, pulled Xiao Hei downstairs, and asked the owner to book another room. After she left, the owner gave his regular customer a thumbs-up with a look of surprise.
"You really can't judge a book by its cover! This lady looks thin and weak, like she has kidney deficiency, but I never expected her to make someone cry and scream for so long. I bet none of the hotel guests slept well last night. She's really something! What a fierce woman!"
"She's really amazing! And even after a long night, she's still so energetic. That's incredible!"
Pei Qing buried her head in the covers and fell asleep immediately. Little Black circled silently beside her, its tail still wrapped around her leg, its dark golden eyes fixed on a certain spot in the center of Female A's body.
He remembered how miraculously it had behaved here last night. How could he get it moving again? Like that strange thing that happened on the bed last night? Suddenly, some new knowledge flooded into his small brain, greatly enhancing his mental capacity, though not in a serious way.
Helivin woke up in a daze, his head throbbing with pain, his body feeling as if it had been crushed by a passenger starship, almost shattered. Every bone seemed to be splitting and reforming, making a creaking sound with the slightest movement.
He struggled to get out of bed, looked at the mess on the floor, and could hardly believe what he had done yesterday.
Did he and Pei Qing have sex while drunk? No, no, he thought, clutching his throbbing head, trying to recall yesterday's events. But no matter how hard he tried to remember, the fragmented memories were incomplete and impossible to piece together.
Helivin couldn't remember what he had done yesterday, but the aches and pains between his thighs and the marks on his body told him that they had indeed done something unspeakable last night.
He stood there blankly, then sat up on the bed, rubbing his aching back. He felt a mix of excitement, shame, and inexplicable sadness.
His emotions were too complex, eventually turning into a bittersweet feeling that spread through his heart, causing a sharp, throbbing pain, yet also carrying a hint of pleasure.
"That's good," Helivin smiled. In any case, he and she had spent a night together like loving partners, and that was enough. He didn't dare ask for more... "That's enough," he told himself.
He clutched his heart, which was still throbbing for some reason. Suddenly, a sharp, persistent pain arose from the wound on his finger, gradually spreading throughout his body. Suddenly, a single, crystal-clear tear fell into his palm. He was bewildered. Was this his tear? He had actually cried. Why was he crying? Shouldn't this be something to be happy about?
But he still couldn't help it. Was it because of loneliness? Was it because he woke up and found himself all alone in the room? Or was it because he couldn't accept how lowly and contemptible he felt?
Although his memories were fragmented, Helivin still remembered how he had shamelessly lay on that creaky bed, legs wide open, begging the woman to be more forceful, deeper…
He kept wiping away his tears, which streamed down the bed, leaving dark stains that accumulated more and more. Just like the deep pain in his heart, as time passed, it gnawed at him little by little... gradually spreading to his entire flesh and blood.
Helvin forced a smile, constantly telling himself, repeating: This is enough, this is good enough, he shouldn't ask for more.
But the tears flowed like beads from a broken string, never stopping, and he felt as if all the moisture in his body was about to drain away.
When Pei Qing woke up and opened the door, she found that the person was already gone. She looked around and found that Hillary wasn't in the bathroom either, so she had no choice but to go downstairs to ask the boss.
The boss looked at her with a complicated expression, his eyes filled with pity for her misfortune and anger at her lack of self-control. "Sigh, weren't you doing well last night? You must have had a fight. Your husband just left crying. Oh dear, his eyes were so red, it broke my heart to see him like that. He's been gone for almost an hour. Go after him."
"He's been walking for an hour? Wow! He's in such good shape!" Pei Qing felt like a cripple. She felt it was time for her to start exercising; her feminine dignity had been trampled on.
Hillary woke up so early than her, probably right after she left. She wondered if he was home yet. She wondered if he'd continued working at the store; he was quite diligent and useful, and most importantly, obedient and quiet—an excellent employee. She didn't want to lose such a person.
Thinking this, Pei Qing stepped into the shop and immediately saw the cow-orc talking to a customer. She had just raised her hand to greet him, but before she could lower her hand, she saw Hillivan glance at her indifferently and turn away.
He just ignored her and left.
He's gone?! He actually left?! Pei Qian felt her still aching wrists mercilessly mocking her. She had worked hard all night, and in the end, he hadn't even said a word of thanks to her?!
If she hadn't arrived in time to save him yesterday, who knows what would have become of him! Is this the reward for her good deed?! Pei Qing felt a surge of anger rising in her heart, but she held back. She went upstairs and slammed the door shut.
As Helvin watched the woman's retreating figure, that familiar bittersweet feeling returned. He clutched his heart tightly, trying to stop himself from thinking about anything related to Pei Qing, as if only in this way could he feel a little better and be able to keep going.
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