Chapter 23 Wanting to Be Her Guardian
"Ian," Qianzhi said his name gently, and the soft vines climbed up, carefully healing the little leopard's mental wounds. "I'm a little sad because you think too little of yourself."
All living things are selfish from their own perspective, and Qianzhi herself is no exception.
But when her spirit body touched the little leopard, the humiliating feeling of reducing her existence to dust made her feel a pang of pain in her heart.
"So, I will stay on this side of the scale with you, and I will constantly remind you, Ian, that your thoughts and feelings are visible to others, and you will not be alone."
Hearing her words, the little leopard suddenly stopped licking her cheek.
Those words flowed into its chest and limbs along with the healing warmth of the vines, so gentle and warm that it almost brought tears to its eyes.
"Woo woo." The little leopard's eyes were wet. He burrowed into Qianzhi's neck and fluffy hair, sniffing her scent madly.
It was as if he wanted to absorb all of her scent into his own spiritual body, so that he could become a part of her.
The leopard's short fur rubbed Qianzhi's neck and made her feel a little itchy. She couldn't help laughing and held it in her arms.
But the moment I hugged it, the little leopard's body quickly grew bigger.
The originally short, soft and chubby limbs stretched rapidly and grew bulging and strong muscles.
Qianzhi was firmly pinned down by the huge black panther that had suddenly transformed into an adult.
The giant beast she embraced had a strong and slender waist, and contained powerful strength.
"Qianzhi, Qianzhi, Qianzhi." The joy after being comforted and the sudden burst of burning desire made Ian stubbornly call Qianzhi's name over and over again.
The black panther lowered its head and licked Qianzhi's neck restrainedly but greedily, madly emitting its sentinel pheromones.
He used his sweet taste to secretly entice the girl beneath him to mark him.
"Hmm" Qianzhi's sensitive neck was licked by the rough tongue, feeling numb and tingling.
And her nose was filled with the cool and sweet smell of Ian's pheromones. The vines that hooked her climbed up his strong body in a daze, wrapping around the leopard's tight waist and abdomen in circles.
"Ian," the girl's pupils were a little dilated due to the temptation, but she still tried hard to move her body out from under him, "Are you feeling better now? I think we can go out--"
But before she could finish her words, the black panther's tongue brushed across her fragile throat, causing a pleasant tingling sensation.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't abandon me?" A low, cold man's voice came from the throat of the evil black cat, with a grievance that was so obvious that it couldn't be more obvious.
Qianzhi choked, resignedly tilted her head back, and let the black panther lick her ears and cheeks wetly.
Forget it, the cat she picked up meowed so pitifully and was so clingy, so she might as well indulge him for a while.
The moment Ian regained consciousness, he felt changes in his body.
It turned out that his mind could be so clear that even his body no longer felt heavy and became extremely relaxed.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw the soft light of the treatment room and Qianzhi sitting next to him, dozing with her chin propped up.
"Ah, Ian—" Qianzhi paused and gave him an apologetic smile, "Marshal Gwen, you are finally awake."
Although he can be called Ian in the spiritual image to comfort him, in the real world he is still the marshal who is second only to the emperor.
"Please call me Ian, Chizhi."
The man's clear blue eyes looked at her steadily, and the corners of his always cold lips slowly curled up, revealing an extremely gentle and doting smile.
"And haven't you already established a marked relationship with me?"
"mark?"
Ian saw Qianzhi pursed her lips in surprise:
"I didn't mark you."
Didn't mark him? Ian felt the warm feeling in his body suddenly fade away, and a tingling and chill slowly rose from his glands.
No wonder his glands felt empty and unsatisfied.
"You once said that there is no need for any guide signs," the girl carefully recalled what the arrogant and serious man had said in front of the public and in interviews.
"Besides, I'm only an A-level guide, which is indeed no match for your SS-level."
Every word Qianzhi said turned into thin and dense needles piercing Ian's heart.
He never expected that the boomerang would hit him one day.
True, he loathed guides because they were arrogant, rude, and cold.
The pain of being tortured by the guide's mental power made him look at things through tinted glasses.
But Qianzhi is different.
It was also the first time he knew what it felt like to be warmly comforted and cared for.
"I apologize for what I said." The man lowered his proud head.
The next moment, he seemed to remember something, raised his head again, and looked in Qianzhi's direction expectantly:
"As far as I know, Chizhi only has one guardian now, right? For an A-rank guide, one isn't enough."
The tall man half-bowed down almost reverently and pleaded with Qianzhi in a low voice:
"Would you consider letting me be your guardian? I-I'm very useful."
The marshal, who was so good at handling war affairs in military meetings, was as helpless as a rookie sentry at this moment.
"I'm in perfect health. You can check out my medical report at will. You can also use the funds in my account as you wish. I can transfer ownership of any planet you like."
He looked at Qianzhi's indifferent expression and leaned forward anxiously. "Or do you prefer the manor on the Imperial Star? Or do you prefer all kinds of animals? Or, do you prefer a higher status?"
What he listed were all good things that would make the guides of the Imperial Star's eyes light up when they heard them.
It's something even low-level guides pursue their entire lives.
But he did not see such light in Qianzhi's eyes.
"I don't need those, Marshal Gwen." Qianzhi shook her head.
The Black Tower in District 9 has a very comfortable environment, delicious food, and most importantly, sentinels feed her small desserts regularly.
This was more than enough for her dodder plant.
Ian clenched his fingers, feeling extreme frustration and loss for the first time.
The Black Panther spirit suddenly appeared, rubbing Qianzhi's arm in a flattering manner, making a shrill, clipping sound, interspersed with the man's somewhat unwilling, urgent, and embarrassed pleading:
"So what do you need for me to be your guardian?"
(End of this chapter)
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