Ding-a-ling—
The alarm rang for dear life, finally waking Ling Tong from her deep sleep.
She reached behind her and touched the cushion Daoist Wang had placed there. Opening her eyes, she unsurprisingly saw the note Wang Jixuan had left behind.
[I went to take care of some things. Peony will bring lunch.]
Ling Tong slowly sat up, the thin blanket sliding from her body as her luminous skin gave off a faint glow.
The curtained room was somewhat dim. A ray of sunlight spilled through a gap in the curtains onto her back, outlining the nearly perfect curves of her body.
She stretched tiredly, and the Mechanical Arm automatically injected a harmless trace dose of stimulant, quickly restoring her condition.
Walking on tiptoe to the Clothes Rack, Ling Tong arranged the outfit she had built up from nothing.
Bzz.
"Ah, my little officer, you actually slept until this late again."
Sister Wan's voice came through the Mechanical Arm:
"Though you're on vacation, and I shouldn't interrupt your lovely honeymoon.
"But you've been getting a little slack.
"Don't keep losing yourself in Wang Zheng's good looks. You have your own ideals and ambitions, and a bright future ahead."
Ling Tong examined herself in the mirror and leisurely said, "Yesterday, I received an order extending my leave by another half month. Promotional activities will only take a few hours each day, and they'll mainly be pre-recorded."
"Huh?" Sister Wan asked in confusion. "Why didn't I receive that order?"
"It was issued by the Commander-in-Chief. The order database should be updated afterward."
Ling Tong stroked her flat abdomen, with its clearly defined abs, and muttered softly:
"He said he'd cultivate with me. We're starting today, and later I need to learn how to meditate like him."
"Cultivate?"
Sister Wan asked curiously, "Is