Chapter 155

"After all, it's fine for me to use such a funny nickname as 'Little Watermelon,' but isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to use 'Little Watermelon' for your semi-transparent pop-up as well?"

As a result, whether it was to prove herself or not, the semi-transparent pop-up quickly appeared in front of a small house and was highlighted.

The small house was in the style of a traditional courtyard house, Chen Ran, looking down from above, was spared the trouble of searching for people in the courtyard.

Before the roof was even lifted, a beautiful woman's figure was already reflected on the thin paper window in a room where candlelight flickered.

But what is reflected is not only the beautiful woman, but also the horizontal bar that binds and hangs her up like a rope or chain.

"What kind of imprisonment play is this? It can't be SM, right?"

Chen Ran's expression was subtle. Not knowing what kind of Worldline this was, he did not rush in.

Instead, he first used his fingertip to poke a hole in the paper window.

Thus, the truth about keeping a mistress in a golden house came into Chen Ran's view.

The one bound inside was indeed Xi, with black hair, red eyes, and a green veil—a true Fairy in the Painting.

What was initially thought to be a horizontal shadow turned out to be not chains, but fine silk.

Even so, the silk still wrapped around Xi's neck and tied her waist like a rope, and even her limbs and the dragon tail behind her were gently pulled apart.

The visual impact wasn't strong, but precisely because of this, compared to the so-called imprisonment, Xi was more like a light veil half-covering her, her clothes half-undone, creating a hazy, ethereal beauty.

However, Chen Ran's size difference was undeniable. Even if he only poked a hole with his fingertip, it was as if the entire paper window had been smashed open for Xi inside the room.

This naturally made Xi subconsciously look up.

But it was only at this moment that she realized that the expression on Xi's face was not her usual indifference, disdain, arrogance, and aloofness.

Instead, there was weariness, gloom, resentment, and a feeling of wanting to cry.

"How... how long are you going to stop humiliating me...?"

Xi spoke, her voice slightly hoarse. "You revived prematurely, which was my fault. You devoured me first, which was my mistake. But why did you leave me with my consciousness? To humiliate me? Kill me or do whatever you want, I will not say another word to you."