Star Rail, Starting as Kiana

March 7th fell silent, nodding without a word, her final act of stubbornness.

She didn't leave her room that night, shutting herself inside.

The next morning, when Kiana woke up, she felt something soft and warm holding her arm.

"Little March, stop messing around, let me sleep a bit longer."

Kiana said this, intending to go back to sleep, but then she jolted awake.

This wasn't the Express, and she and March 7th weren't in the same room. Besides, even if they were, March 7th wasn't big enough to hold her arm like this.

When Kiana opened her eyes, she saw a pair of hazy, light purple eyes looking at her.

As Kiana opened her eyes, their gazes inevitably met.

Just as Kiana was about to speak, the other person covered her mouth.

"Listen to me, be good, don't scream."

Kiana suddenly felt a sharp pain in her neck.

As her consciousness began to fade, Kiana used her last bit of strength to turn her head. She saw Kafka hugging her, with a syringe stuck in her neck.

A cold liquid flowed in, and Kiana lost the chance to resist.

"Mmm."

With a barely audible groan, Kiana fell into a deep sleep.

Kafka, meanwhile, got out of bed and tidied her clothes.

Looking at Kiana, who resembled a sleeping beauty, she suddenly felt that Stelle's companion, when quiet, was truly like a little princess.

Even she, who had lost her emotions, felt a flicker of affection.

Before the others woke up, Kafka picked up the unconscious Kiana.

Then she left the inn and went to the hiding place she had prepared.

Chapter 62: Little one, are you saying you want me to warm your bed?

"My body feels so tired, what's going on?"

It was Kafka.jpg again.

Kiana's consciousness gradually returned.

She stretched her body, which had become stiff from lying down for so long, and tried to recall what had happened.

Then, seeing a purple silhouette leaning against the back of a chair in front of her, Kiana's memory suddenly returned.

So, seeing Kafka when she woke up hadn't been a dream.

Kiana didn't make a fuss, just slowly got up and touched her neck.

Sensing Kiana waking up, Kafka put down the book she was holding and said to the space behind Kiana.

"Silver Wolf, she's awake."

Silver Wolf's voice came from right beside her.

"So she's awake, what of it?"

Kiana then noticed that she was lying on a large double bed, with Silver Wolf right beside her.

Silver Wolf wasn't wearing shoes and was playing a game with her legs crossed.

Another pillow was propped behind her, and her delicate feet, clad in fishnet stockings, swayed with her game movements, captivating the heart.

But the usually quiet Kiana, upon seeing Silver Wolf, exploded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

She didn't care about the difference in strength or whether she was in enemy territory.

Kiana just wanted to teach this untrustworthy little Silver Wolf a lesson.

"Ouch, what are you doing? Don't come near me, I'm still playing my game!"

"Don't lift my clothes! Don't tickle my soft spots!"

"Kafka! Stop watching, come help!"

But Kafka just smiled faintly, watching the two of them play.

Realizing Kafka wasn't going to help, Silver Wolf decided not to let Kiana attack her anymore. She tossed her phone aside and began to fight back.

However, without using Aether Editing, in terms of physical ability alone, even another Silver Wolf wouldn't be Kiana's match.

So Silver Wolf's counterattack only made Kiana more excited and enraged.

"A mere untrustworthy little Silver Wolf deserves to be pinned down and devoured!"

"Wait! Wait! What are you doing?"

Silver Wolf's expression was flustered, but to avoid exposing their whereabouts and to ensure everything went smoothly, Silver Wolf couldn't make a move now.

Watching Kiana pin her down and advance with wicked intentions, Silver Wolf felt a huge "danger" sign appear above her head.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, please let me go!"

"Hmph."

Kafka, unsure if she couldn't stand watching any longer or if further action would lead to trouble, also got up and came to the bedside, speaking to stop Kiana's further actions.

"Kafka, save me!"

"Oho, you still want to ask for help, huh."

In the end, Kafka separated the two. Kiana looked refreshed, while Silver Wolf was disheveled and dejected.

Looking in the mirror at the little turtles Kiana had drawn on her face and stomach with a marker, Silver Wolf suddenly felt like quitting games for a few days and then scheduling some time to exercise.

But she still didn't understand where Kiana's resentment was coming from.

Was it because Kafka tied her up? But why take it out on her? Why not on Kafka?

"White-haired ball of fluff, how did I lie to you? I, Silver Wolf, have always acted openly and honestly, and always keep my word. When have I ever broken a promise?"

After separating the two, Kafka had just returned to her seat when she heard Silver Wolf's words. She tilted her head cutely.

Open and honest?

Keep her word?

What does this have to do with us Stellaron Hunters?

Do you want to see your wanted poster?

"Heh, you forgot about what happened on the Express last time? It's only been a few days."

"The Express?"

Kafka looked at Silver Wolf. She remembered that she had appeared on the Express as a projection to get it to go to Xianzhou. The white-haired ball of fluff before her was handed over to Silver Wolf to prevent her from saying anything more earth-shattering that would disrupt their plan.

She didn't expect Silver Wolf to have made some kind of agreement with Kiana?

"Cough, cough, Kafka, why don't you go out for a walk first? Kiana and I need to talk privately."

But Kafka just narrowed her eyes, showing no intention of leaving. She watched Silver Wolf and Kiana with a smile, looking like she was ready to enjoy the show.

Only Silver Wolf felt a thud in her heart.

This is bad. Last time, she just said something casually to fool Kiana and keep her calm.

Now Kiana had brought it up.

Silver Wolf remembered that she had offered her teammate Kafka as a reward, and a bad feeling suddenly arose.

And at this moment, Silver Wolf's right eyelid twitched.

Just as Kiana was about to speak, Silver Wolf rushed forward, trying to cover Kiana's mouth.

But how could a mere shut-in like Silver Wolf contend with Kiana?

So her actions only led her to fall into the tiger's mouth once more. Kiana grabbed her outstretched wrist and pressed her firmly onto the bed.

But this time, Kafka had no intention of stopping her.

Worried that Silver Wolf might disregard the plan, Kafka even used the power of her Word of Power on her teammate.

"Listen, don't move around, let's talk properly."

Silver Wolf deeply regretted what she had said back then.

She also regretted why she had come along. Why play games anywhere else but here? Why come here to deliver herself?

However, facing the dual suppression of physical and mental pressure, Silver Wolf quickly surrendered, as if she had been played with until she was broken, and simply chose to give up.

She let Kiana pin her down and tell her about what had happened on the Express.

"Oh? So that's how it is. Silver Wolf asked me to warm your bed for you?"

"So that's the method?"

"Silver Wolf, can you explain it to me?"

Looking at Kafka, who was sitting by the bed with a smile, Silver Wolf, knowing full well that she wouldn't have any emotional fluctuations, still felt a little flustered.

She felt like the current Kafka was terrifying.

"Sorry! I was wrong!"

It was unclear whether she was apologizing to Kafka or Kiana.

Silver Wolf, who thought she was going to be retaliated against by the two, closed her eyes, ready to face judgment, but found that the expected "turtle +1" did not appear.

Instead, Kiana let go of her, got up, put on her shoes, and found a chair to sit down. Kafka also returned to her original seat.

Seeing that she was fine, and that Kiana and Kafka were not paying attention to her, Silver Wolf tidied her clothes, cleaned off the things on her face and stomach, then picked up a pillow, leaned against the headboard, and continued playing her game.

She thought Kafka was going to discuss serious matters with Kiana.

But Silver Wolf found that the issue seemed to be far from over.

Because the first thing Kafka said to Kiana after sitting down was:

"What, little one, are you saying you want me to warm your bed? Do you have any feelings for me?"

Chapter 63: Kiana, the Bandit Queen

Meanwhile, at the hotel arranged by Jing Yuan for the Express crew.

Ouyang didn't sleep much. He woke up as soon as the sun began to peek through the horizon. March 7th and Stelle, too, were roused from their dreams by the clamor of the streets and left their rooms.

"Kiana's sleeping in again, honestly. We really can't let her sleep alone, or she'll always wake up this late."

Stelle's little observation directly exposed March 7th's hidden thoughts, causing the pout on March 7th's face, which was pretending to be angry, to instantly flush red.

Even Ouyang couldn't help but sigh, thinking that Kiana truly lived up to the Kaslana family bloodline.

Stelle: "March 7th, you just want to keep sleeping with Kiana, don't you?"

"We already booked the room, so it's not like we have to sleep separately. We're not paying extra, and the beds are huge. Why don't you just tell Kiana directly?"

March 7th stammered, trying to explain, but ultimately, she couldn't come up with a good excuse.

With only a "I'm going to go wake Kiana up" as she darted away, she left.

Just as Ouyang was shaking his head and marveling, "As expected of Kiana," he heard March 7th's scream.

"Ah!"

When the two of them rushed over, they found the room empty.

The only evidence that Kiana had been there was the unmade bedding and two white strands of hair on the pillow.

"Oh no, Uncle Yang, Kiana's missing! Was she kidnapped by bad guys? Was it that guy Jing Yuan Yuan's doing?"

"Calm down, March 7th, calm down. With Kiana's strength..."

"No, that's not what I'm worried about..."

Although Ouyang's romantic path was unconventional and his romantic experiences weren't particularly rich or colorful.

He could still read March 7th's general thoughts from her expression and the look in her eyes.

March 7th looked exactly like a bride whose lover had vanished on their wedding night.