Darling, I Want to Reward You

At dawn, Bai Luoming struggled to wake up from a hazy, deep sleep.

He felt as if his head was being repeatedly struck with a hammer, his head was throbbing, and his temples were throbbing.

Bai Luoming recalled his last Remembrance: a group of Silvermane Guards surrounded him at a banquet, their faces filled with excitement and respect as they drank one glass after another. After that, everything went black. When he woke up again, he was back in his room.

"How could I have drunk so much..." he muttered hoarsely, his eyes closed. "Luckily, I got back to my room. I guess... I didn't do anything I shouldn't have."

As he said this, he habitually reached to the side to fumble for his terminal to check the time.

But instead of finding the right spot, my fingertips touched something soft and slightly cool to the touch.

As Bai Luoming touched the object, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, jolting upright and his heart pounding.

"What the hell is that?"

Bai Luoming cried out in surprise and looked to the side through the dim light filtering through the curtains.

A pink, jellyfish-like creature was perched beside his pillow, inflating and contracting leisurely.

His heart, which had been pounding in his chest, fell back into his chest. He let out a long sigh and muttered to himself, "... It was just a pink jellyfish. I was just scaring myself."

His expression froze as soon as he finished speaking.

Pink jellyfish... Memory Spirit?

This thing... isn't it Evernight's exclusive summon?

Thinking of this, his mind, like a rusty gear, slowly turned to the other side of the bed.

There was a bulge in the blanket on the other side, clearly indicating that someone was inside.

Bai Luoming's hands began to tremble as he watched this scene.

He swallowed hard, reached out and pinched the soft corner of the blanket, slowly lifting it up.

The moment the blanket was pulled back, time seemed to freeze.

A pair of scarlet eyes were staring straight at him.

Bai Luoming felt a chill run down his spine under those eyes.

He instinctively tried to pull the blanket back up and cover himself, pretending he hadn't seen anything.

But it was too late.

Evernight gave him no time to react, instantly freeing herself from the covers and pressing herself against Bai Luoming.

Cold hands wrapped around his neck, and a soft body pressed tightly against his chest.

Her beautiful face was close to his, a captivating smile curving her lips, her warm breath brushing against his.

"Congratulations, darling."

Her voice had a strange magic; each word was like a feather, gently brushing against his eardrums.

"You have lifted my seal."

Bai Luoming's back was pressed tightly against the headboard, with nowhere left to retreat. His Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to steady his voice. "Wait, we think we can talk..."

I want to reward you.

Evernight interrupted him completely.

After saying that, she kissed him directly.

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Afterwards, Evernight rested her chin on her hand with satisfaction, lying on her side on the pillow, and watched with great interest Bai Luoming's expression, who was still in shock.

Perhaps she had enjoyed it enough, then she closed her eyes and voluntarily relinquished control of her body.

A moment later, the crimson light in her eyes slowly faded like the tide, and the color of her pupils changed from crimson to a clear blue-pink.

On March 7th, consciousness returned to the body.

The first thing she felt was the cool sensation of her skin touching the air.

What's going on?

She blinked in confusion and looked down at herself.

March 7th's vision gradually focused, but fragmented yet burning images surged through her mind: rapid breathing, the warmth of a close body, and a strange sense of satisfaction that made her legs weak.

She looked down and saw that she was completely naked, then glanced at Bai Luoming beside her, and her ears instantly turned bright red.

"Ouch!"

On March 7th, a sharp cracking sound rang out, followed by a speed beyond human limits. He grabbed the blanket next to him, wrapped himself up from head to toe into a tight ball, and shrank into the corner of the bed.

Bai Luoming stared at the quilt trembling in the corner of the bed and fell silent.

"I said March 7th," he rubbed his temples, his tone a mix of amusement and exasperation, "Weren't you so assertive just now? Why are you hiding now?"

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"Besides, shouldn't I be the victim? Shouldn't I be the one hiding?"

March 7th was completely covered by the blanket, and her voice came from under the covers, sounding both aggrieved and angry.

"That wasn't me! That was... me... Sigh, I don't know how to explain this to you!"

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, the last few words barely audible.

Bai Luoming naturally knew that the person from earlier was Evernight, not March 7th.

But seeing March 7th like this was quite amusing. Seeing that March 7th had stopped talking, he joked:

"So... what's our relationship now?"

March 7th remained motionless, still huddled under the covers.

A long silence fell over the room. Bai Luoming didn't urge him. Instead, he picked up his own terminal from the bedside table, turned on the front-facing camera, and looked at himself.

In the video, her hair was a mess, and her neck and collarbone were covered with teeth marks and red marks of varying depths, which looked shocking.

He looked at the red marks covering his neck, his brows furrowing slightly, but thankfully there were no marks on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to himself.

"It's alright, at least I can still go out and see people."

Under the covers, March 7th began a brainstorming session. With her whole body covered by the blankets, she felt her face getting hotter and hotter, and her mind seemed to be a little slow to process things.

The image of Evernight quietly emerged from the depths of her consciousness, a smug smile on her face, as she softly seduced her.

"Admit it, darling, you like him, and he doesn't seem to be rejecting you. Isn't that great? Just go with the flow."

March 7th bit her lower lip, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

She truly liked Bai Luoming, and she knew that better than anyone else.

The problem is, from beginning to end last night, she was like a spectator locked in Little Black Room; she didn't hear a single sound, let alone a live broadcast.

She didn't relate at all!

Now Evernight is making her clean up the mess, and she's expected to go along with it and admit everything?

How could she possibly swallow this insult!

"Shut up!" March 7th retorted angrily from the depths of her mind, "You've had your fun, but we didn't even get a sip of soup, and now you want me to take the blame?"

Evernight was taken aback by her righteous question and fell silent for a moment, seemingly thinking about how to refute it.

Bai Luoming waited for a long time, but there was no movement from March 7th. Just as he was about to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere,

The sound of March 7th came from inside, muffled and muffled.

"Luo Ming... I... I really don't know what to do."

Her voice was very soft, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

My mind is a mess right now, I can't give you an answer.

Bai Luoming remained silent for a while.

He could hear the struggle and helplessness in her words. Indeed, anyone would be confused in this situation, let alone March 7th, who wasn't particularly bright.

He sighed and said softly.

"It doesn't matter."

He reached out and gently patted the bulge through the thick blanket, comforting March 7th.

Take your time thinking about it, there's no rush.

He withdrew his hand, his voice calm yet firm.

"No matter what you say after you've thought it through, I'll agree."

A muffled "hmm" came from inside the blanket, followed by a very soft sniffling sound from Bai Luoming.

He rolled out of bed, his feet touching the cold floor.

Looking down, he saw that the formal suit he wore to the banquet last night had been reduced to strips of cloth, with pieces scattered all over the floor. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought that the clothes had been torn apart by some prehistoric beast.

He bent down, picked up the largest piece of cloth, examined it for two seconds, and then let go of it expressionlessly.

"Okay."

He looked around and his gaze fell on March 7th's wardrobe.

He walked over, opened the cabinet door, took out a clean bath towel, tied it around his waist, and made sure it wouldn't fall off before heading towards the bedroom door.

Before leaving, he glanced back at March 7th, who was still huddled under the covers, refusing to come out, and said softly, "I'm going back to my room to change. You shouldn't stay under the covers; it's stuffy."

Then he opened the door, cautiously peeked out, and checked left and right to make sure the corridor was empty.

Good, safe.

He wrapped himself tightly in a bath towel, grabbed his terminal, and quickly headed towards his room.