Encouragement: Sparkle's Passion Burned Like Fire

Inside the banquet hall, you could hear a pin drop.

All the guests stopped what they were doing, looking out the window with surprise and uncertainty, then at the Lin Hai in the center of the room.

Lin Hai stood at the edge of the terrace, the moonlight outlining his tall and straight figure.

He listened to Topaz's announcement expressionlessly, his gaze sweeping across the two massive ships poised to launch on the horizon, and the reconnaissance ship that had already become fish on a chopping block.

After a moment of silence, he spoke a single word into his communicator:

"Allow."

The order has been issued.

The locking lasers and energy spears of the space station and the Xianzhou Luofu slowly went out, but the suffocating pressure did not completely dissipate.

Like the Sword of Damocles, it still hangs high.

Under guidance, the company's reconnaissance vessel slowly landed on the designated isolation platform outside Qlipoth Fort.

The hatch opened.

Topaz and Aventurine emerged one after the other.

Both were wearing the company's standard uniform, but their expressions were completely different from usual.

Topaz's face was pale, his lips were tightly pressed together, and his eyes held a complex mix of wariness and a hint of determination.

Aventurine's clenched fist betrayed his inner turmoil.

They spread their hands to indicate that they were unarmed, and were immediately surrounded by a well-equipped mixed squad of Silvermane Guards and Xianzhou Cloud Knights.

"Take them to the meditation room," Lin Hai instructed Bronya beside him.

Bronya immediately accepted the order and personally led a group of trusted men to escort Topaz and Aventurine away from the noisy banquet hall.

They walked through the brightly lit, yet somber, castle corridors.

Continuing downwards, we eventually arrived at a heavy, alloy-cast gate located deep within the castle's foundation.

There were no markings on the door, only a cold metallic sheen.

The Meditation Room, despite its name, is actually one of the most heavily guarded interrogation and isolation chambers in Belobog's inner circle.

The door slid open slowly, revealing a brightly lit but unusually narrow passageway behind it.

Topaz and Aventurine exchanged a glance, both seeing a deep sense of helplessness in each other's eyes.

They took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The heavy alloy door slammed shut behind us, completely shutting out all the noise from the outside world.

The corridor leading to the meditation room deep within the castle is secluded and quiet.

The thick stone walls isolated the banquet hall from the noise, with only the wall lamps casting a dim yellow glow that stretched Lin Hai's solitary figure into a long shadow.

His steps were steady, his face calm, as if he were merely handling routine official business, rather than about to face two envoys from hostile forces.

Just as he was about to reach the end of the corridor, before the heavy alloy door, a soft, cheerful call suddenly came from the shadows of a narrow side alley:

Hey~!

Lin Hai paused slightly and turned his head to look.

Sparkle leaped gracefully from the shadows and stood in front of him.

She was still wearing that chic banquet dress, her short hair gleaming softly under the lights.

"My Mr. Lin, what brings you here all by yourself?"

Sparkle stood with her hands behind her back, leaned slightly forward, and tilted her head to look at him.

Looking at her mischievous expression, Lin Hai chuckled and said, "I have something to discuss. Why did you come along? Wasn't the banquet fun?"

"What's so fun about a banquet compared to this?" Sparkle said matter-of-factly, taking a few steps closer and lowering her voice mysteriously, "Besides... I just learned a lot of good things from Sister Phantylia!"

"Oh?" Lin Hai raised an eyebrow, showing some interest.

He had naturally experienced Huanlong's seductive methods Phantylia, but he was curious to see how much of the essence he could learn from Sparkle's lively and unrestrained personality, and how she would interpret it.

What did you learn?

A smug gleam flashed in Sparkle's eyes, like a cat showing off a new toy.

She extended her index finger and gently touched Lin Hai's chest, drawing circles in it, her voice seductive and husky:

"She said... true inspiration can't rely on brute force alone; it requires... rhythm and surprise."

Her fingertips slowly moved up his chest, across his collarbone, and finally rested on his slightly bobbing Adam's apple, gently caressing it.

"She also said..." Sparkle stood on tiptoe, her eyes hazy with a hint of provocation, "It has to be like peeling an onion, layer by layer, slowly... to make people... itchy~"

Her voice grew softer and softer, the last word almost a whisper, yet it held a captivating allure.

Lin Hai looked down at her pretty face, flushed and so close to his own, feeling the slight tremor in her fingertips, and his interest intensified.

He was curious to see what tricks this little girl could pull.

"So... you're planning to give me a pep talk right now, just like you've learned?"

"Clever!"

Sparkle's eyes lit up, and she took advantage of the situation, stretching out her arms and wrapping them around his neck.

"You're about to negotiate with those two cunning guys, it must be exhausting, right? Shouldn't you replenish your energy first? Let me try out my new skills and give you a full boost! Okay?"

She tilted her head back, her eyes glistening with moisture, full of a coquettish air.

Lin Hai looked at the beauty in his arms with burning passion, and he also brought with him the new methods he had learned.

Awkward yet bold, sensing her undisguised dependence and ingratiation, the chill in my heart brought by the company envoy seemed to be dispelled by this flame.

He chuckled softly and reached out to embrace her slender waist.

"Alright. Then let me see just how much real skill you've learned from Phantylia."

With permission granted, Sparkle's face shone with a dazzling light.

Without further hesitation, she tiptoed and offered her red lips.

The kiss began with her usual unrestrained passion, but soon she seemed to remember the tutorial and began to try changing the rhythm.

Like savoring the sweetest candy, with a fresh, deliberately slowed pace.

After a brief pause in the kiss, Sparkle was slightly out of breath, her eyes glistening with tears, yet she didn't forget to observe Lin Hai's reaction, a hint of seeking praise in her gaze.

"How is it? Is the rhythm right?"

Lin Hai didn't answer, but gestured for her to continue with his eyes.

Encouraged, Sparkle became even bolder.

Her kisses began to move downwards, like light butterflies, landing on his chin, his neck...

"Sister Phantylia said... we should make good use of... our voice."

Sparkle breathed softly in his ear, accompanied by faint sobs.

These sounds were not loud, but they tickled the auditory nerves like feathers, and seemed particularly clear and alluring in the quiet corridor.

Her movements became bolder.

Although Sparkle's learning achievements still bear obvious traces of imitation and her own personal style, they are still impressive.

But this unreserved dedication, along with her vibrant vitality and enthusiasm, truly brought a unique kind of enjoyment.

Lin Hai smiled and encouraged Sparkle.

This praise undoubtedly greatly encouraged Sparkle.

She worked even harder, combining the progressive teachings of Phantylia with her own boundless imagination, striving to encourage Lin Hai, who was about to face negotiations.

In the quiet corridor, for a moment, there was only intimacy.