March 7th fell silent too. She said nothing and merely nodded—that was the last of her stubbornness.
March 7th did not leave her room until evening, locking herself inside the entire time.
The next morning, when Kiana woke up, she discovered that her arm seemed to be caught between something warm and soft.
"Little March, stop fooling around. Let me sleep a little longer."
Kiana had just finished speaking and was about to go back to sleep when she suddenly jolted awake.
This wasn't the train. She and March 7th weren't sharing a room. Besides, even if they had been, March 7th wasn't nearly big enough to trap her arm like this.
When Kiana opened her eyes, she found a pair of hazy, pale-violet eyes gazing at her.
As Kiana's eyes opened, their gazes inevitably collided.
Kiana had just wanted to speak when the other woman covered her mouth.
"Listen to me, dear. Don't scream."
Kiana suddenly felt a sharp pain in her neck.
Before her consciousness grew hazy, Kiana used her remaining strength to turn her head slightly. She saw Kafka embracing her, while a syringe was embedded in her neck.
A cold liquid flowed into her body, and Kiana lost the chance to resist.
"Mmph."
Accompanied by an almost inaudible moan, Kiana sank into a dream.
Kafka rose from the bed and straightened her clothes.
Looking at Kiana, who resembled a sleeping beauty, Kafka suddenly felt that Stelle's companion really did look like a little princess when she wasn't speaking.
Even someone who had lost her emotions felt a little stirred.
Before the others woke up, Kafka directly lifted the unconscious Kiana into her arms.
Then she left the inn and brought Kiana to the hideout she had prepared.
Little one, are you saying you want me to warm your bed?
"My body feels so tired. What happened?"
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Kiana's consciousness gradually returned.
As she moved her body, which had grown sore and numb from lying down for so long, she tried to remember what had happened.
Then she saw a purple figure leaning against the back of the chair before her, and her memories suddenly returned.
So waking up and seeing Kafka hadn't been a dream.
Kiana did not make a fuss. She merely sat up slowly and touched her neck.
Noticing that Kiana had awakened, Kafka finally set down the book in her hand and spoke toward the spot behind Kiana.
"Silver Wolf, she's awake."
Silver Wolf's voice came from right beside her.
"She's awake. So what?"
Only then did Kiana notice that she was lying on a large double bed, with Silver Wolf right beside her.
Silver Wolf wasn't wearing shoes either. She sat there with her legs crossed, playing a game.
She had propped another pillow behind her back, while her exquisite jade feet, wrapped in fishnet stockings, swayed with every movement of her hands, their motion tugging at the heartstrings.
But the quiet Kiana instantly bristled when she saw Silver Wolf, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
She didn't care about the difference in strength between them or whether she was currently in enemy territory.
Right now, Kiana only wanted to teach this dishonest little Silver Wolf a proper lesson.
"Hey, what are you doing? Don't come over! I'm still playing!"
"Don't lift my clothes! Don't tickle me!"
"Kafka! Stop watching and come help me!"
Kafka merely smiled as she quietly watched the two of them fool around.
When Silver Wolf realized that Kafka had no intention of helping, she stopped letting Kiana attack her. She tossed her phone aside and began to fight back.
However, without using Aether Editing, Silver Wolf was no match for Kiana in physical ability. Even another Silver Wolf wouldn't have been enough.
So Silver Wolf's counterattack only made Kiana more excited and more furious.
"You're just a dishonest little Silver Wolf. You deserve to be pinned down and eaten!"
"Wait! Wait! What are you doing?"
Silver Wolf wanted to fight back, but because they needed to avoid exposing their whereabouts and ensure everything went smoothly, she couldn't use her full strength right now.
As Kiana pinned her beneath her and extended her evil hands, advancing step by step, Silver Wolf felt a huge "Danger" appear above her head.
"I was wrong! I was wrong! Let me go!"
"Hmph."
Kafka didn't know whether she had finally had enough or thought things would go too far if this continued. She rose and came to the bedside, stopping Kiana from taking things any further.
"Kafka, save me!"
"Oh? You still want to call for help?"
In the end, Kafka separated the two of them. Kiana looked refreshed, while Silver Wolf's clothes were disheveled and her spirits were low.
Looking at herself in the mirror, with the little turtles Kiana had drawn on her face and stomach using a marker, Silver Wolf suddenly wanted to quit gaming for a few days and arrange some time to train her body.
But she still didn't understand where Kiana's enormous resentment had come from.
Was it because Kafka had kidnapped her? If so, why vent her anger on Silver Wolf? Why not take it out on Kafka?
"White-haired ball of fluff, when did I ever deceive you? I, Silver Wolf, have always acted honorably and kept my word. When have I ever broken a promise?"
After separating the two of them, Kafka had just returned to her seat when she heard Silver Wolf. She tilted her head adorably.
Acted honorably?
Kept your word?
What does that have to do with us Stellaron Hunters?
Why don't you take a look at your wanted poster?
"Heh. You've already forgotten what happened on the train, even though it was only a few days ago?"
"The train?"
Kafka looked at Silver Wolf. She remembered that, when they had needed to send the train to the Xianzhou, she had appeared aboard it as a projection. She had entrusted the white-haired ball of fluff before her to Silver Wolf to prevent her from making any more shocking remarks and disrupting their plan.
She hadn't expected Silver Wolf to have made some sort of agreement with Kiana.
"Ahem, Kafka, why don't you go out for a walk? I'd like to have a private chat with Kiana."
Kafka merely narrowed her eyes. She had no intention of leaving. She simply smiled at Silver Wolf and Kiana, looking as though she planned to enjoy the show.
Only Silver Wolf felt her heart sink.
Oh no. Last time, I only said that offhandedly to placate Kiana and keep her calm.
Now Kiana had brought it up.
Silver Wolf remembered that she had used her teammate Kafka as the reward, and suddenly developed a very bad feeling.
At that moment, Silver Wolf's right eyelid began twitching as well.
Kiana had just been about to speak when Silver Wolf hurried over, trying to cover her mouth.
But how could a mere shut-in like Silver Wolf compete with Kiana?
Her actions only caused her to fall into the tiger's den again. Kiana caught her outstretched wrist and pinned her firmly to the bed.
This time, however, Kafka had no intention of stopping her.
Worried that Silver Wolf might disregard their plan, Kafka even used the power of her Spirit Whisper on her teammate.
"Listen to me. Don't move around. Speak properly."
Silver Wolf regretted it terribly. Why had she said something like that back then?
She also regretted coming along. Games could be played anywhere, so why had she come here just to feed herself to the enemy?
But under the combined pressure of physical force and Spirit Whisper, Silver Wolf quickly surrendered. Like someone who had been thoroughly broken, she simply gave up.
She let Kiana pin her beneath her while explaining what had happened on the train.
"Oh? I see. Silver Wolf said she would warm your bed?"
"So that was the method you used?"
"Silver Wolf, would you like to explain this to me?"
Looking at Kafka, who sat sideways at the edge of the bed with a smile on her face, Silver Wolf knew that Kafka had no emotions, yet she still felt uneasy.
She simply felt that Kafka was terrifying right now.
"I'm sorry! I was wrong!"
She didn't know whether she was apologizing to Kafka or Kiana.
Silver Wolf had closed her eyes, ready to face the judgment she expected from the two of them. But the anticipated addition of another turtle never came.
Instead, Kiana released her, got up, put on her shoes, and took a seat. Kafka also returned to her original chair.
Seeing that nothing had happened to her, and that neither Kiana nor Kafka paid her any attention, Silver Wolf straightened her clothes and cleaned the drawings from her face and stomach.
Then she picked up the pillow, leaned against the headboard, and resumed playing her game.
Silver Wolf had thought Kafka was about to discuss serious matters with Kiana.
But she soon realized that the issue wasn't over yet.
Because the first thing Kafka said to Kiana after sitting down was:
"What is it, little one? Are you saying you want me to warm your bed? Or do you have some sort of feelings for me?"
Kiana, the Bandit Chief's Wife
Meanwhile, at the inn Jing Yuan had arranged for the Express crew,
Uncle Yang didn't sleep much. He had already awakened when the sun was only beginning to rise. March 7th and Stelle also awoke from their dreams to the bustle of the streets and left their room.
"Kiana's sleeping in again. Honestly, we really can't let her sleep alone, or she'll wake up late every single day."
March 7th's little scheme was immediately exposed by Stelle, causing her pretty face, which had been pretending to be angry, to flush red.
Even Uncle Yang couldn't help sighing. Kiana truly was someone who carried the bloodline of the Kaslana family.
Stelle: "March 7th, you want to keep sleeping with Kiana, don't you?"
"Besides, just because we got a room doesn't mean we have to stay in it. We don't have to pay for it, and the bed is big enough. Why don't you just tell Kiana?"
March 7th stammered as she tried to explain, but unfortunately, she never managed to come up with an excuse.
She merely said, "I'll go wake Kiana up," and dashed away.
Just as Uncle Yang shook his head and sighed that Kiana truly was Kiana, he heard March 7th scream.
"Ah!"
When the two of them arrived, they found the room completely empty.
The only proof that Kiana had been there was the unmade bedding and two white strands of hair on the pillow.
"This is bad, Uncle Yang! Kiana's missing. Was she kidnapped by bad people? Was it that Jing Yuan Yuan guy's doing?"
"Calm down, March 7th, calm down. Given Kiana's strength..."
"No, that's not what I'm worried about..."
Although Uncle Yang's emotional journey had been unusual, and his romantic experiences were far from colorful, he could still read the general thoughts in March 7th's eyes and expression.
March 7th looked exactly like a bride whose lover had vanished into thin air on their wedding night.
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