Busu Dixin, dressed in a white research coat, walked down the street with a hint of exhaustion. Tonight's experiment had run late again. She had originally not planned to return to the dorm, but she remembered that the experiments would apparently continue tomorrow. If she did not get some rest, given her current condition, the chances of failure seemed rather high. In the end, she left the lab, intending to return to her dorm and get a good night's sleep.
Swaying as she made her way up to the dormitory floor, Busu Dixin took out her key and opened the door. She shut it, took off her shoes, and turned on the light. A wave of fatigue left her feeling even more drained, but the instant she looked toward her desk, that feeling vanished completely.
Someone was sitting in the chair before her desk with their back to her. For some reason, Busu Dixin sensed an overwhelming danger from that person—this was definitely no petty thief!
"Who are you?!" Busu Dixin slowly backed away, reaching for the alarm beside the shoe cabinet.
"Oh dear, oh dear. If the alarm goes off, it'll cause quite a bit of trouble for everyone who's already asleep." The person sitting there was Luo Yifang. He turned around and smiled at Busu Dixin. "So please, Busu, don't move recklessly."
Seeing Luo Yifang's obvious I'm not a good person expression, Busu Dixin sneered and was about to press the alarm. Then she suddenly realized that her hand would not move! She immediately understood that it was not just her hand—she could no longer control her body at all. Yet she had not lost feeling in it. It was as though invisible shackles had bound her movements.
What kind of ability is this?! Alarm bells rang wildly in Busu Dixin's mind. This was bad. She had been completely played.
"Why do you know my name?" After failing once more to break free, Busu Dixin's heart sank. She felt that there was probably nothing she could do. "I'm just a student. I have nothing to give you!"
"Oh, oh, oh, sorry. I'm not here to rob your home." Luo Yifang maintained his smile as he lightly hooked a finger with his right hand. Busu Dixin felt her body grow weightless, then she drifted lightly through the air, freed from gravity, toward the chair Luo Yifang had pushed in her direction. "Or rather, I'm more interested in you."
Could he be after my body? Even calm Busu Dixin felt like crying now. No matter how gifted or knowledgeable she was, she was still, at heart, only an eighteen-year-old girl. She was completely controlled by a strange man, and that man was saying some very alarming things. Busu Dixin could only feel that she was in grave danger.
A rope flew out from somewhere and bound Busu Dixin's hands behind the chair. Another rope tied up her feet as well. Right now, she was nothing more than a little lamb at the mercy of a big bad wolf... Wait. Busu Dixin realized that her mouth had not been stuffed with a rag. Maybe she could try calling for help?
Unfortunately, Luo Yifang saw Busu Dixin's movements and seemed to guess what she was thinking. He said flatly, "Unfortunately, I've completely soundproofed this room with my ability. No matter what happens, no one outside will know."
That casually spoken sentence nearly drove Busu Dixin to despair. What the hell kind of ability does this guy have? He can even soundproof a room?! She could only watch helplessly as Luo Yifang approached her. She kept shaking her head, her eyes filled with pleading—I don't want to give my first time to a bastard like this... Even if he is a handsome white-haired guy!
Luo Yifang was somewhat baffled by Busu Dixin's reaction. He only wanted to ask a few questions. Why was a researcher supposedly known for calmness and rationality this terrified? Fine, Luo Yifang, the hopelessly dense straight man, had completely failed to realize just how frightening it was for a strange man to appear in a girl's room in the middle of the night and forcibly restrain her. Paqi was so stunned by Luo Yifang's actions that she could not say a word. Yet Luo Yifang was actually a little pleased. Fear was good—it would make it easier to break through her psychological defenses and get the truth out of her.
"I'm begging you... don't..." Seeing Luo Yifang draw closer, Busu Dixin helplessly closed her eyes.
"Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I won't be too rough." Luo Yifang chuckled. "But if you don't cooperate..."
It's all over. He really is a disgusting pervert! He tied me up—he really wants to do those things... The plots of the dirty books Busu Dixin secretly read flashed madly through her mind. She felt that a horrifying event called "Busu Dixin's Miserable Fate" was about to happen tonight. What Luo Yifang did not expect, however, was that Busu Dixin had already been in poor physical condition after several days of high-intensity experimental work. Combined with his mental intimidation, the double blow gradually blurred her consciousness.
In the end, Luo Yifang only saw Busu Dixin's head droop as she lost consciousness.
"Uh..." Luo Yifang scratched his head. "What's going on?"
"I'm saying... are you an idiot?" Paqi really wanted to jump out and punch Luo Yifang. "You're a man, and you tied her up. Do you think this is some kind of plot?"
Only after Paqi said that did Luo Yifang realize something was wrong. He gave an awkward laugh. "What do I do now? Wake her up?"
"For some reason, she isn't in very good physical condition right now. Then you scared her like that, and her mind collapsed along with it," Paqi said irritably. "If you force her awake now, you'll probably have to call an ambulance."
"Then what do I do?"
"Wait. Let her rest for a while, then ask her tomorrow."
Luo Yifang was speechless... He was starting to wonder whether something was wrong with his brain. How had he caused such a huge misunderstanding? Every idea he had was terrible—he was more brain-dead than a villain in a preschool cartoon. Still, it seemed Busu Dixin's mental resilience was not that great, so he could only wait. With a sigh, Luo Yifang cut the ropes, carried Busu Dixin to the bed, took off her white lab coat, and tucked her beneath the covers. Then he sat at the desk, pulled out his laptop, and started climbing the ladder.
Tonight would be another sleepless night. In truth, with Luo Yifang's current physical condition, whether he slept or not was not much of an issue; he was simply used to sleeping. Naturally, sleeping was out of the question while he kept watch over Busu Dixin tonight. What if she woke up in the middle of the night and secretly ran away? With no other choice, Luo Yifang could only continue his immortal-cultivation career.
"Hey, hey, hey! I'm burning your dreams! You idiot, why are you charging in alone just to feed?!"
"Don't keep rushing in one after another to die! You weaklings, I'm begging you!"
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