Lin Yue's psychological defenses had collapsed with unexpected speed.
Or perhaps it had been inevitable all along—the seed of "Malice Entropy" had long since been planted and had been growing quite robustly... Earlier, Lin Xing—ah, no, Xu Shi—had told her that as long as she could distinguish dreams from reality, it would be fine. But in truth, whether assassin little sister could keep hold of that line or not, her attempts at self-comfort had only accelerated the seed in her heart taking root and sprouting.
So.
When Xu Shi chose to reveal the truth now, he had already anticipated an outcome like this.
After all, he had planted the seed himself. He had a pretty firm grasp of how far it had grown.
He had once remarked that assassin little sister's situation was quite unusual. Emotionally, she remained entangled with Shen He, while mentally, she possessed masochistic tendencies that only surfaced when she faced him. He had wondered what she would become once that loop was complete.
Now, he had his answer.
Her loyalty to him was no less than anyone else's.
"Come here."
With that thought, he crooked a finger at Lin Yue with interest.
Lin Yue did not get up. She slowly edged closer, hesitated for a moment, then ultimately copied what her younger sister had done earlier, crawling over and nestling beneath him.
"Such a good girl."
Xu Shi leaned down, lifted her chin, and admired her slightly bashful expression with satisfaction.
Well, saying he was completely satisfied would not be quite right.
Back then, Zhuge Liang had captured and released Meng Huo seven times. Yet this assassin little sister had fallen so thoroughly after only two rounds at most... Who was going to make up for all the fun I was missing?
Oh, whatever. The result