The entire corridor was shrouded in eerie darkness, and Ruan Qing'an couldn't help but frown: "What on earth are they doing?"
037: [Ugh—It's so dark, so scary.]
"...You're in my head, what are you afraid of?"
037: [Ah, that seems to be it! Never mind then, let's go, ancestor! What on earth is the male lead up to? It's pitch black.]
Hearing 037's voice, which suddenly seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, even Ruan Qing'an was speechless for a moment. She shook her head, gripped the hilt of her knife with one hand, and became alert as she walked along the dark corridor toward the research room.
She came to see Zhou Ziqi this time, and most importantly—to prevent those two scoundrels from having any more conflicts and ruining the entire base. They definitely have the ability to do that!
037: [Ancestor, did you hear anything?]
It was a rustling sound, a faint sound of something rubbing against the ground, like scales scraping against each other, or like a venomous snake slithering across the ground, hiding in a dark corner.
Ruan Qingan paused, his leaden eyes narrowing slightly.
After the sudden darkness became the norm, her eyes adapted more and more, and she could now barely see things in the dark.
And at that very moment—
The rustling sound started again, and she subconsciously looked down, only to discover a ghostly green glow in the darkness!
The ground was covered with tiny vines, almost completely blocking Ruan Qing'an's path before she even noticed, leaving her in a dilemma.
Eleven?
Ruan Qingan tentatively began to speak.
But the empty corridor contained nothing but darkness.
As soon as she spoke, the vines on the ground suddenly sprang up, their dark green and cool color twining around her bare ankles like little snakes, then slowly spreading upwards.
Just as Ruan Qing'an was about to break free, a pair of large hands suddenly reached up from her lower back, firmly gripping her slender waist and caressing it intimately—for a moment, Ruan Qing'an's struggling movements paused.
The next moment, the vines had already pinned her to the spot.
Without breathing or a heartbeat, the programs simulating human bodily functions shut down, and the inhuman characteristics could no longer be concealed.
Ruan Qing'an said softly, "Shiyi, is that you?"
"Are you worried that I'll die at his hands, Qing'an?"
Eleven's voice rang close to her ear, ambiguous like lovers whispering, intimate and tender. Before Ruan Qing'an could react, his long arm was wrapped around her waist, while his other hand climbed up, his slender fingertips gripping her pointed chin.
This posture is extremely dangerous.
Ruan Qing'an tried to move, but Shi Yi pressed her back down with a gentle yet firm force: "Shi Yi..."
"Never mind, Qing'an, you'd better not answer."
He paused, then tightened his grip slightly: "You never say what I like to hear, not at all."
"I--"
Before Ruan Qing'an could finish speaking, her head was forced to turn back, her face tilted back, and she looked up at him, seeing those dark green, inorganic eyes in the darkness.
The simulated skin fingertips caressed his chin, and Ruan Qing'an couldn't help but frown: "Let go of me, Shiyi."
"No, you'll definitely run away."
Eleven continued talking to herself, and the vines she summoned coiled around her eyes like small snakes, firmly blocking them.
In an instant, Nguyen Thanh An's vision went completely black.
With sight taken away, all other senses are fully aroused at this moment, whether it's the arm across the waist, the fingertips gripping the chin, or... the delicate and tender kisses pressed against the corners of the lips and cheeks.
She instinctively grabbed Shiyi's strong arm and tried to push him away, but just then—a spatial fluctuation came.
"...Ugh, how disgusting, inhuman thing."
Zhou Ziqi's voice, which was always smiling, carried a hint of mockery as it came close to her.
Ruan Qing'an froze, as if he had found a savior. He used one hand to hold Shi Yi's arm and the other hand to grab Zhou Ziqi: "Mr. Zhou, quickly pull Shi Yi away."
The man murmured an "Mmm".
However, his large hand grasped Ruan Qing'an's outstretched hand. The person who should have led the petite girl away from danger now seemed to have become a new source of danger. His tall and slender figure stepped forward.
Zhou Ziqi chuckled and said, "Little Ruan is so silly. In a situation like this—how could she dare to call on a man for help?"
"It will be eaten."
As the drawn-out sound rang out, the two were already so close they were almost touching, and the girl stood frozen in place.
Behind him was Eleven's sturdy, mechanically constructed chest.
In front of him was Zhou Ziqi's warm, pounding heartbeat.
The petite girl was forced to sit between two tall men, her waist held by a mechanical arm, her chin gripped, and she was forced to turn her head back to receive an overly sticky kiss.
Her outstretched hand, pleading for help, was restrained and held in the man's large hand. Strands of her hair brushed against her neck, and her delicate collarbone was gently yet aggressively bitten by his lips and teeth.
"Hmm..."
"You bastard... let go of me..."
The subtle, delicate insults, like swans stretching their necks to be slaughtered, like young animals forced to whimper—how could non-humans and perpetrators of pleasure let go, instead of excessively "showing mercy"?
Ruan Qing'an's fingertips trembled, but were enveloped by Zhou Ziqi's palm. He whispered, "I don't want to go that far, Ruan."
"But I don't know if this will be the last time I see you, Xiao Ruan. Even though I hate to admit it, neither Shi Yi nor I know, so—"
Eleven murmured, "So, Qing'an—"
"Please allow us this final act of folly."
Two men with similar faces and even overlapping voices spoke in hushed tones, their possessiveness, which flowed in their blood, was forcibly suppressed at this moment, and they willingly shared each other.
One of them will eventually die.
Eleven, or Zhou Ziqi.
Before dawn, they embraced their "moon," struggling in the abyss called "love."
When she heard their words, Ruan Qing'an was stunned. She didn't expect that Shi Yi and Zhou Ziqi had already made a decision: this twisted love, even if it was from the same person and belonged to the same consciousness, should never be shared.
She wished she could slap them all in the face with a sword sheath!
However, when Ruan Qing'an tried to use his power, he found that the power of his own soul was being firmly suppressed by the main system, which bypassed 037. How could the original owner's body possibly resist Zhou Ziqi and Shiyi?
"037!"
037: [I'm here, I'm here, oh my god, there's really nothing I can do. It's the main system's doing. I guess it's because they have connections with the main god, which affected the main system's judgment.]
Upon hearing this, Ruan Qing'an almost laughed in anger: "So they really want to kill themselves?"
However, her power was still suppressed.
until--
As if struck by a heavy hammer, Ruan Qingan's vision blurred, and his consciousness seemed to have fallen into the sea, leaving him feeling dizzy and disoriented.
Her body went limp and she collapsed.
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