Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Two more days passed.

Early in the morning, Qi Zhimu woke up alone, a rare occurrence for him.

It's not that the nest was empty last night, but rather that Xueyi Hanya got up early and returned to the Ten Kings Division to start a new day's work.

Hei Ta and Yu Qingtu returned to the space station last night as usual.

Jingliu then took on the task of mentoring new recruits, leading a team composed entirely of Cloud Cavalry newbies on patrol to annihilate the abundant monsters.

Dressed neatly, Qi Zhimu entered the kitchen to prepare breakfast, only to realize a certain situation.

But he didn't care much.

As I was serving the two breakfasts to the table, I happened to bump into Ruan Mei walking in from outside.

Their eyes met, and a hint of surprise flashed across their faces simultaneously.

Ruan Mei seemed to have just taken a bath; her long, slightly damp hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands of light brown hair falling over her shoulders, giving her a somewhat languid look.

She was wearing only a simple white short-sleeved T-shirt, the wide neckline revealing her delicate collarbone.

The hem of the T-shirt was casually tied in a knot, tightly binding her slender waist and barely covering half of her navel.

Her slender waist was paired with black loungewear shorts, creating a striking visual contrast with her snow-white skin.

Her legs were smooth, shapely, straight, and long, without a single flaw.

The proportions of her bust, waist, and hips are not too exaggerated, giving a just-right, natural feel that is quite captivating.

Ruan Mei's casual home outfit surprised Qi Zhimu because it evoked memories of her past life.

He was still infected with the virus and couldn't even walk. More than once, Ruan Mei carried him in her arms to the backyard to bask in the sun.

As that scene flashed before his eyes, a familiar scent drifted over, and Qi Zhimu almost couldn't control his gaze, revealing the emotions he had once felt.

Good morning, Ms. Nguyen Mai.

"...Good morning, I know you admire me, sir."

The distant and subdued greetings made Ruan Mei's brows unconsciously soften.

His gaze fell on Qi Zhimu, then politely shifted away in less than three seconds, but it was enough to take in everything.

Amu is still the same Amu, vaguely resembling a shadow of her past life, only her temperament is quite different now.

An ordinary white silk shirt, meticulously tailored, exudes an extraordinary aura on him.

The first two buttons of the collar were undone, leaving the neckline wide open.

Looking down, the collarbone was clearly defined, and there was even a thin layer of sweat in the hollow.

Beneath his pale tan skin, the muscle definition was faintly visible.

When she speaks, her Adam's apple bobs, which is incredibly sexy.

The shirt sleeves were casually swept up to the elbows, revealing half of his strong and powerful forearms.

The faintly visible blue veins and taut lines gave Ruan Mei a visual experience she had never had before.

…No, it happened.

At the time, I was only watching through a video and assumed it was the arm of the Black Tower Lover, so my assessment was simply that it was sturdy.

Now that we know it was Amu's hand, the contrast with his slender figure in his previous life is too great.

Qi Zhimu wore black suit pants, with the shirt hem tucked in, creating a tight waistline.

With a combination of upper and lower body movements, and with slight variations in motion, his latissimus dorsi muscles and narrow waist perfectly outline the inverted triangle shape of his body.

This scene involuntarily brought to mind images that Ruan Mei shouldn't have...

One morning on the planet Azure, she glimpsed Amu's entire body through a butterfly she casually created...

But... during that period... every time he changed his posture, there was a black tower in front of him, on his body, and below him.

Can't think any more!

Ruan Mei shook off the chaotic thoughts and calmly adjusted her emotions and breathing.

Now she understood that the idea that all male humans were unattractive to her was simply because that person wasn't Qi Zhimu.

Perhaps it was because she hadn't been with him for many years, or perhaps it was because she had grown accustomed to relying on Mr. Zhi, but Ruan Mei had a physical reaction.

Fortunately, it's not obvious and can be forcibly suppressed.

I can understand why Black Tower said that Amu is a deadly poison; once you've tasted it, you can't forget it.

In her past life, Amu could feel complete physical and mental pleasure just by lying down; if it were him taking the initiative now…

Ruan Mei still dared not think any further, fearing that her body would exhibit obvious abnormalities that she could not control.

Now, Amu's observation skills are so sharp that he can detect even the slightest abnormality.

Qi Zhimu didn't mind Ruan Mei looking him up and down, and politely nodded.

"Please, Ms. Nguyen Mai."

Ruan Mei was stunned, and looked at the table, hesitating to speak.

I was shocked by what I saw at the breakfast table; once I did, I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

Aside from the Luofu specialties, the other two pastries were the types that Amu the First King often prepared for her.

Is it a coincidence, or...?

It can only be a coincidence.

Ruan Mei quickly dismissed the unrealistic idea.

"...Was that extra breakfast for me?"

"Of course, Black Tower and the others aren't here."

Qi Zhimu could tell what she wanted to say but hadn't, and calmly replied:

"You are a distinguished guest, and we would never neglect you knowing your importance."

"...Thank you." It was a rare moment of solitude, but despite having so much to say, Ruan Mei ultimately uttered only these two words.

A similar scenario quietly surfaced in my mind.

"You are a distinguished guest, how could I, Xiao Mu, possibly neglect you?"

These were the words Amu had said to Yu Qingtu, but now they were being said to him.

Fate doesn't play tricks on people; they create their own misfortunes.

Qi Zhimu was unaware of Ruan Mei's obvious emotional outburst and was rummaging through his backpack.

After searching high and low without finding what he wanted, he hesitated for a moment and then took out a jar of wine.

Ruan Mei cast a glance at her, and a guess flashed through her mind.

The next second, upon hearing Qi Zhimu's introduction, her well-controlled emotions completely collapsed into a state of chaos.

"...This is a wine I brewed myself using plum blossoms as the main ingredient. Unfortunately, I finished the three-year vintage, so this jar is four years old. I hope you like it."

Plum Blossom Wine...Four Years...

If five years is just the time it takes to plant a seed in a young person's heart.

So, those four years... were enough to fully activate that seed, completely changing the boy's love for his teacher and sealing it with their mark.

Ruan Mei followed Qi Zhimu's hands blankly, taking in the whole process of him pouring the wine.

Based on the size of the wine glass, the volume is estimated to be around 240mL.

"It's not that I'm greedy or stingy, but to be honest, Ms. Ruan Mei, if you consume more than 250mL of this wine in a short period of time after it has been aged for more than three years, you will fall into a state of drunkenness with impaired consciousness."

"If you don't mind getting drunk, you can drink as much as you want."

"...Just a small cup will do."

Ruan Mei tried her best to suppress the trembling in her pupils, trying not to think about the past when she had drunk too much four-year-old plum blossom wine and forced herself on Qi Zhimu.

She can't get drunk, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not!

Otherwise, something absolutely terrible will happen...

……