I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

"You have."

Fu Wanqing turned her face from under the pillow, her eyelashes glistening with a tiny bit of moisture.

His voice carried a hint of grievance that he tried hard to suppress but couldn't quite manage.

The way you look at me today is different from before.

"Ever since you found out about the basement, there's something else in your eyes when you look at me."

"You won't say it, but I know what it is. You're afraid of me. You think I'm terrifying."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a murmur.

My biological parents didn't want me and abandoned me in a mountain village for thirty years.

"After finally being found and brought back, I found that my family already has an older sister who is countless times more capable than me."

"I have nothing. My adoptive parents killed many people, but they were also the best people to me."

"I dare not tell anyone, because I know others will think I'm a pervert."

"But I have nothing else to give you, all I can do is be good to you."

"I'm only good to you, but you still push me away."

Gu Yan felt a slight prickling sensation in her heart upon hearing these words.

He looked down at her, a silent flash of iridescent light appearing deep within his pupils.

With his eyes of emotion open, he saw that the warm yellow that had never faded in the castle of her heart had finally changed.

The light shining through the castle windows was no longer pure sunlight, but mixed with a very faint gray.

That was the color of sadness, an emotion she had never truly shown in front of him before.

This time it wasn't a pretense, it was real.

She is really sad.

Gu Yan's body stiffened slightly. He had previously suspected that she was acting every time she cried or laughed.

But the gray he saw through his Eyes of Emotion couldn't fool him at this moment.

He didn't want to push him away, so after hesitating for two seconds, he sighed softly.

Extend your arm under her shoulder and let her rest against your chest.

Fu Wanqing felt his movement and her whole body trembled slightly.

Then she buried her face in his chest, her fingers gripping the front of his shirt tightly.

Gu Yan barely slept all night. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep, but that he simply couldn't.

Fu Wanqing's sleeping posture is completely different from her well-behaved and cute appearance during the day.

One leg was casually draped over his waist, and her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck like a pillow.

She clung to him like a koala, her long pink hair scattered all over the pillow.

A few strands were still tangled on the buttons of his pajamas.

What's worse, she was only wearing a very thin slip dress.

Her skirt had long since brushed up to her thighs, revealing her fair and slender legs tightly wrapped around his right leg.

The girl's youthful body pressed against him without reservation, and he could clearly feel her shapely curves and warm body temperature.

You could even feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest with her breath through the thin fabric.

Her breath was light and soft, brushing against his collarbone with a faint peach scent.

He tried to move even slightly, and she would frown, mumble a mumbled incoherent murmur in her sleep, and tighten her grip on his arm.

Gu Yan stared at the ceiling and counted sheep for half the night. Even when the sheep started running laps around the playground, he still couldn't fall asleep.

Finally, as dawn broke, Fu Wanqing rolled over and moved to the other side of the bed.

She rolled up all the blankets, curled up into a small ball, and mumbled some unintelligible sleep-talking.

The eyelashes lay quietly on the eyelids.

Gu Yan turned her head and observed her for a while; her breathing was very even.

But last time he almost got caught when she seemed to be fast asleep, so this time he had to be absolutely sure.

The seven-colored light in the depths of his pupils flashed silently for a moment, and the Mirror Flower Imperial Seal was activated.

A very faint, warm yellow light entered Fu Wanqing's consciousness.

It wasn't hypnosis; it simply deepened her existing sleep.

This will allow her to sleep more soundly during this period and be less likely to be awakened by slight noises.

This is the minimum intervention and the safest approach.

After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief and tiptoed out of bed, lifting the covers.

He first walked a few steps naturally toward the door, then turned back and circled the room, pretending to be looking for something.

Out of the corner of his eye, he kept watching to see if her eyelashes trembled.

She didn't move, her breathing remaining even like a slow lullaby.

He walked silently to the bedside table, slowly squatted down, and placed his fingers firmly on the edge of the drawer.

Instead of pulling it open directly, he first picked up a charging cable from the ground with his other hand and wrapped it around his fingertip.

If she suddenly wakes up, he will say that he is looking for a charger.

After taking cover, he slowly and gently pulled open the drawer.

He would stop and listen for a second after pulling it an inch, and the gap he opened was just big enough for him to put his hand in.

The pink-covered diary still lay quietly inside, its little flowers standing out clearly in the morning light.

He took a deep breath, took out the diary, and flipped straight to the position he had seen last time.

"March 8th, 94th year of the epoch, light rain."

"My mom called me to the basement again today; that person is still alive."

"But I could tell she was about to give up; there was no light left in her eyes."

"Just staring at me."

"Her hands were shaking when I stopped her bleeding, and so were mine."

"My mom was watching me and said that Wanqing did a great job, and that she would get used to it after practicing a few more times."

"I asked her when she could let this person go, and my mother said it would be after she had learned what she needed to learn."

"I didn't understand, but I didn't ask. I was afraid my mother would be unhappy if I asked."

"March 10, 94 AD, cloudy."

"That old lady is dead. She wasn't moving when I went down to the basement this morning."

"His eyes were still open, and his mouth was wide open."

"Her adoptive father wrapped her in a sack and said he would get rid of her tonight."

"I stood on the steps watching the sack being dragged away, and I couldn't quite describe how I felt."

"It's neither sadness nor happiness."

"It just feels like this is how things were supposed to be."

"Mom patted my head and said that Wanqing was very brave and that the bad guys got what they deserved."

"My mom gave me several extra pieces of pork ribs at dinner."

April 1, 94th year of the reign, sunny.

"We've moved again, this time to a small town."

"My adoptive father said that this place is close to the city center, making it convenient to buy things."

"The new house has a small yard, and my adoptive mother planted a few chili peppers in the corner of the wall."

"I hope we can stay longer this time, so that no one will bully us again."

"May 12, 94 AD, cloudy."

"Why is it always like this? There's a man in town who runs a mahjong parlor."

"In his forties, bald, with a thick gold chain around his neck."

"He would squat on the street corner every day and whistle when he saw me coming home from school."