A Despair-Inducing Photo Album

When Li Qingluo no longer wanted to die, Li Hao's moment to shine had arrived.

Granny Bai, standing guard outside the secret chamber, still had no idea that her madam could turn the tables even when she had held an overwhelming advantage.

At that moment, she kept watch in every direction, carefully observing her surroundings to make sure no one came by and disturbed them.

As for the faint gasps and cries that drifted out from inside, she simply assumed they were her imagination.

After all, madam had been cooped up alone in her chambers for so long. It was only natural for her to relax a little and let off some steam, wasn't it?

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully collected Li Qingluo, mistress of Mantuo Mountain Villa, ranked 803rd in the Compendium of Beautiful Women in the Martial World. Calculating rewards...]

[Congratulations, host! You have received 10 units of attribute-less inner force, 999 vials of Bei Su Qing Feng and its antidote, and 1,000 Villain Points.]

[Congratulations, host! You have received one high-definition Instant Camera System Built-in Camera. Secret technique: Sleight of Hand (Grandmaster Level).]

[The system has detected that the host acquired a new feature plugin. System upgrading. Upgrade duration: 15 minutes. All other functions will remain unaffected during the upgrade.]

What the hell? A Polaroid? System, come out here! What's the meaning of this? Li Hao looked at the unconscious Li Qingluo and shouted inwardly at the system.

[Host, I am the system. My responsibilities include issuing missions and distributing rewards. Keeping you company is not part of my job.]

Who asked you to keep me company? I'm asking how something as incredible as a Polaroid could exist in this world. Li Hao's face darkened. If he wanted to chat, couldn't he find a girl instead?

He could chat with them about life and dreams. Talking to you was just asking to get annoyed. You're absolutely infuriating.

[If it exists, then there is a reason for its existence. Just as you and I exist in this world. Besides, host, don't you want to record your beautiful memories? This thing is much more high-end than the painter you hired. Heh...] The system had actually imitated Li Hao's voice, making a strange sound.

[System plugin, Instant Camera, installed. Please inspect it yourself.]

[Instant Camera instructions: To take a photo, the host only needs to look at the desired subject and think "take a photo." Before retrieving the photos, a certain amount of Xuan Paper must be stored in system space. The photos will be printed in proportion to the paper's dimensions.]

Xuan Paper? He seemed to have quite a lot in his space, the paper he'd bought for those painters earlier. They hadn't used it all.

As for what to photograph, he was so torn!

"Take a photo." Li Hao gently lifted the silk garment covering Li Qingluo.

"Click, click, click..."

"What were you sucking on?" Li Hao's movements still managed to wake Li Qingluo. Her first reaction upon waking was to cover her chest with both hands.

"Nothing at all!" Tch, people really knew how to put on an act.

She clearly knew perfectly well that he'd sucked on everything, yet here she was, asking as if she didn't know.

Sigh, why had he been in such a hurry just now? He'd moved too much and woken up the sleeping beauty.

[System, retrieve the photos.]

As soon as Li Hao silently gave the command, a color photo appeared in his hand.

The Xuan Paper was huge, almost as long as Li Qingluo was tall, so the photo that came out was nearly the same size as she was.

And with the built-in camera's incredibly high resolution, he could clearly make out every fine hair on her arm, as well as the capillaries beneath her fair skin.

"You're shameless, a lecher, a pervert..." The moment she saw the picture, Li Qingluo broke down. She lunged forward, snatched it from him, and tore it to shreds.

"Why are you getting so worked up? It's only a portrait!" Li Hao said carelessly.

But the system really was shameless. It had taken the photo so clearly that its resolution surpassed even the cameras worth tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan in his previous life.

"Don't cry. It's no big deal." Li Hao pulled Li Qingluo into his arms and comforted her softly.

"You devil! How could you make something like this? If someone else saw it, how could I go on living?" Li Qingluo burst into tears. She'd been through such extreme highs and lows in a single day; it was a miracle she hadn't completely broken down.

"I didn't draw this," Li Hao explained. He really hadn't drawn it; the system had taken the photo.

"You didn't draw it? Then you called someone else in while I was unconscious?" Li Qingluo's pretty face turned pale, and she began to tremble all over.

"What are you doing?" Li Hao quickly grabbed her right hand.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, Li Qingluo would have slapped his skull in just now.

"I don't want to live anymore... You're a scumbag. You humiliating me would've been bad enough. I could've just pretended a mosquito bit me, but then you called someone else in..." Li Qingluo was utterly despondent. In her whole life, only Duan Zhengchun and Li Hao had touched her. That spineless father of Wang Yuyan's hadn't even been allowed to lay a hand on her.

And now someone had drawn such a lifelike picture of her. It was practically identical to the real thing.

"I drew it while you were asleep. Not bad, huh?"

"But I'm warning you: if you stay by my side and behave, I'll keep them to admire in private. If you don't, I'll spread them all over the martial world and make sure your reputation for beauty lasts forever," Li Hao threatened.

"I'll be good, I promise. I'm begging you, please don't show them to anyone." Li Qingluo looked at him imploringly.

When she saw Li Hao take out several more pictures, she gave up on resisting.

They were so lifelike. Li Hao's painting skills were worthy of the title of Painting Saint. It was a shame he liked drawing erotic pictures—and that she was the subject.

"Don't worry. I'd never do that. It's still early. Let's get some rest!" Li Hao lay down. Li Qingluo gritted her teeth, thought it over for a moment, then slowly lay down beside him too.

She'd finally accepted her fate. Li Hao's methods were beyond anything she could handle.

But this time, instead of a violent storm, what awaited her was a gentle drizzle that left her feeling blissful from head to toe.

"A Zhu, my head hurts so much!"

In the early morning, A Bi slowly sat up in Wang Yuyan's bedroom.

What had happened? She seemed to remember that yesterday, their aunt had invited them to dinner, and she'd taken a bite of one of the dishes.

And then... nothing. She'd blacked out.

"Mine hurts too." Miss Wang Yuyan rubbed her forehead and sat up. What was going on? When had she gotten back into bed? And why were A Zhu and A Bi in her bed too?

"Waaah... Your heads just hurt. My whole body hurts." A Zhu's voice came from under the covers.

She tossed and turned in her sleep, and had accidentally ended up pinned beneath the other two.

As the saying went, a big bottom made for easy childbirth. With Cousin's build, she should have no trouble giving Young Master eight or ten little boys, right?

"Something's wrong—we've been tricked. Where's Cousin? Mother wouldn't have killed him, would she?" Wang Yuyan suddenly snapped fully awake.

She knew exactly what her mother was like. When her mother killed, it didn't matter who the other person was. And yesterday, Cousin had drunk her mother's tea, which had already crossed a line with her.