Chatting with March 7th Right in Front of Herta Was Surprisingly Thrilling

Bai Luoming opened his eyes, and the moment he did, he felt incredibly weak all over, as if every part of his body was protesting.

He endured the aches and pains throughout his body and turned his head to look at the still-sleeping Herta.

Herta curled up quietly, her long hair spread out on the pillow, a few strands clinging to her face, her breathing steady and long.

The sleeping Herta is different from its usual appearance; it is gentle, serene, and without any aggression.

Bai Luoming stared at her for a moment, but his mind kept replaying the scenes of being "punished" yesterday.

He shivered and quickly banished those thoughts from his mind.

The Herta is better now; it's quiet and adorable.

Bai Luoming carefully lifted a corner of the blanket, afraid of waking Herta. He only breathed a sigh of relief after his feet touched the ground.

He bent down to pick up the terminal that Herta had tossed under the bed yesterday because it was in the way; the screen was already piled high with unread message notifications.

He then sat down against the edge of the bed, made sure the Herta was still asleep, and then unlocked the screen.

The message list was very long, and almost all of them were from members of the Astral Express Crew.

Xing's message was at the top of the list, and its content was in line with her usual style. "Bro, I didn't see you all day yesterday. Where are you making your fortune? Count me in."

Several trash can emojis followed.

Himeko's message conveyed concern. "Luo Ming, where are you? Please reply if you see this message; everyone is very worried about you."

Dan Heng's message was as concise as ever. "Remember to reply when you see the message."

As for Old Yang's message, it was similar to Dan Heng's, only the sentence was more complete. "Luo Ming, if it's convenient, please let me know your location and situation."

Bai Luoming felt a surge of warmth as he read the messages. He quickly replied to each one, informing everyone that he was on the space station.

After finishing those tasks, his finger slid across the screen, finally stopping at March 7th's profile picture.

Bai Luoming didn't rush to check March 7th's message. Instead, he turned to look at Herta. After all, chatting with March 7th in front of Herta was indeed a bit exciting.

Herta was still fast asleep, breathing evenly, seemingly completely unaware of his little movements.

After confirming that she hadn't noticed, Bai Luoming opened March 7th's chat window.

As soon as I opened it, a long string of messages popped up.

"Luo Ming? Where did you run off to?"

Are you alright?

Why aren't you replying to my messages? Are you alright?

"Say something when you see this message!"

Each message was brief, yet they were filled with care and concern.

Despite the abundance of information, she never mentioned what happened that night, as if the feelings that Evernight had exposed had never existed.

Bai Luoming felt a complex mix of emotions as he read these messages.

He composed himself and typed a line of text into the input box.

"I'm on the space station, I'm fine, don't worry."

Once the message was sent, a message immediately popped up at the top of the chat window. "The other party is typing..."

Bai Luoming held the terminal, waiting for her reply.

But after waiting for a long time, the small print suddenly disappeared, and no new messages came in.

Bai Luoming was frowning when a small, cool hand suddenly reached out from behind and gently covered the back of his hand.

He froze, then slowly turned his head to look.

The Herta had awakened at some point.

She had sat up at some point, half her body pressed against his back, her chin resting lightly on his shoulder. Her purple eyes were fixed intently on the terminal screen, her face expressionless, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Whose message are you waiting for?" Herta's voice rang close to his ear, tinged with amusement. "Why isn't she replying?"

Remembrance of being "punished" last night flooded back, sending a chill down Bai Luoming's spine.

Seeing that Bai Luoming didn't react, Herta continued, "Did I disturb you? Should I excuse myself?"

Bai Luoming quickly turned off the screen, tossed the terminal aside, and forced a smile, "How could I possibly accept that?"

Hearing Bai Luoming's words, Herta glanced at Bai Luoming and said irritably.

"You still know how to be embarrassed?"

"You're quite something, contacting your girlfriend right in front of me?"

Seeing this, Bai Luoming knew that he couldn't escape the situation with just words. He immediately adjusted his strategy, took the initiative to move closer, and pulled Herta into his arms.

"She's just concerned about me," he said gently, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I can't just ignore her messages and keep her worrying."

He could feel the person in his arms stiffen slightly, but didn't push him away.

This trick seems to be working a little.

Bai Luoming pressed on, attempting to completely resolve the crisis.

"Besides," he added in a statement of fact, "If we're really going by order, they were here first, weren't they?"

The moment he finished speaking, he felt the temperature in the room plummet, and even the air seemed to thin.

Bai Luoming's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

He seems to have... said the wrong thing again.

The next second, a hand silently reached down to his waist, accurately finding the most sensitive soft flesh, and then, without any mercy, gave it a twist.

"Aww--!"

A scream rang out in the quiet room.

Bai Luoming gasped in pain and immediately reached out to hold down her misbehaving hand.

Herta then released his grip, shrinking back into his arms, her head pressed against his chest, her voice muffled.

"This is your lesson."

She snorted, "Let's see if you dare to talk nonsense again next time."

"I won't do it again, I'm sorry, Sister Ta, I was really wrong." Bai Luoming immediately begged for forgiveness, his attitude extremely sincere.

The two played around in bed for a while longer before the commotion caused by the "checking up" finally subsided.

Herta got out of bed, and Bai Luoming followed suit.

Since there was still no reply from March 7th, Bai Luoming didn't dare to chat openly in front of Herta any longer. So he turned to Herta and said, "I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to come with me?"

"Go ahead, and remember to wash yourself thoroughly," Herta said expressionlessly, glancing at Bai Luoming.

Soon, the sound of dripping water could be heard, especially clear in the quiet room.

Herta sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the sound of water, his purple eyes gleaming.

She licked her lips, as if she had suddenly thought of something interesting.

She stood up, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, walked step by step to the bathroom door, and without the slightest hesitation, pushed the door open and went inside.

"Herta? You're not...?"

Bai Luoming's surprised voice came from the bathroom, but he was interrupted by the sound of the door closing before he could finish speaking.

Then Bai Luoming exclaimed, "Sister Ta, no!"

Meanwhile, in a room at the Goethe Hotel in Belobog.

On March 7th, she sat alone by the window, holding a terminal in her hands, the screen displaying her chat interface with Bai Luoming.

The text in the input box kept appearing and then being deleted.

She wanted to ask Bai Luoming where he had gone last night, but she was afraid that the answer would confirm her suspicions.

She wanted to ask, but she was also afraid to know the answer.

Finally, she sighed deeply, deleted all the words she had typed, and threw the terminal onto the sofa beside her.

She hugged her knees, buried her face in them, and spoke softly, with a hint of grievance that she herself was unaware of.

"Never mind... let's not ask..."