Pitiful Widower (12)

Perhaps because Qin Zhou is still young, he doesn't have an intimidating aura.

He's at most a rebellious teenager.

Xue Ci wasn't wary of him. "I'm not really good at it either."

Qin Zhou lowered his arrogant face, his hair falling loosely, his ears slightly red. "Don't you and Lu Min do those things?"

Didn't we just do that? Your lips are so swollen from kissing, and you smell so strongly of perfume.

Qin Zhou dared not say these words, fearing that Xue Ci would be enraged and slap him if she exposed him.

He had never been slapped before and couldn't stand such a humiliating experience.

Xue Ci's eyes were a little rounded at the corners, making her look a bit dazed, but she reacted quickly. "What I did with Lu Min wasn't suitable for you."

Qin Zhou seemed to sense some prejudice and asked unhappily, "That tech geek is really that good?"

Xue Ci his head. "What I mean is, you're straight, you don't need to know this."

Qin Zhou: "..."

He was speechless, unable to refute, and remained silent.

The corridor was quiet. Xue Ci was about to say something when she was suddenly touched in the lower abdomen.

He thought it was his imagination, but soon, the moist air caressed him again.

Grind back and forth.

In a very vulgar way.

Xue Ci was frightened, thinking that the male ghost had come to his door again. Little did he know that Lu Min was already standing in front of him, eerily lifting the corner of his clothes with his fingers.

Touching the Silver Mark.

Xue Ci's voice trembled as she said, "Are we going back now...? I... I'm a little sleepy."

The young servant's eyes were wet with tears, making him look pitiful. Qin Zhou didn't continue upstairs—he also had his own concerns; the entire castle was eerily quiet, and every corner was so clean it looked like it had been renovated.

The two went back to their respective rooms.

The moment Xue Ci stepped into the room, she heard the clock chiming downstairs.

Slow and leisurely, like an old man in his twilight years.

He keenly sensed that the voice was different from the one he had heard before.

The room was empty. After lifting her clothes to confirm that her stomach was smooth and flat, Xue Ci realized that she hadn't seen Lu Min at all.

There was nothing in the bathroom, nothing on the balcony... and then there was Qin Zhou's claim that he saw him kissing Lu Min, pieced together from fragments.

Xue Ci sank into the blankets, then suddenly sprang up from the bed.

Perhaps, in a single night, there are two different spaces within the castle?

So he didn't see Qin Zhou and Fu Chengsi last time, and he didn't see Lu Min this time either.

Xue Ci became more and more certain of this idea, suppressing her excitement.

Two minutes later, Lu Min returned. He pretended that he hadn't gone out, covered himself with the blanket, and pondered how to get some information from Qin Zhou tomorrow.

The game progress bar suddenly increased so much; it must have sensed something.

Xue Ci closed her eyes, unaware of Lu Min's obsessive and infatuated gaze, which seemed to lick her entire body through the blanket.

*

The next morning, Xue Ci woke up and asked 11 about the marks on her stomach.

He was completely dumbfounded when he heard the word "succubus".

He understands succubi.

I vaguely remember being licked on the wings and having my tail touched in a holographic game.

After quickly reading through the information provided by 11, the words "riding," "vigorous," and "living off xx" made his eyelashes tremble.

... The Fragment Virus was intentional, wasn't it?

Xue Ci indignant.

However, the Fragment have been completely silent lately. I heard from 11 that they have almost ruined the Quick Transmigration Bureau.

Seeing Xue Ci's worried expression, 11 comforted her, saying, "[The virus possesses immense power; it can contend with the Supreme God.]"

[The succubus attribute on you has been almost completely removed. Your tail and wings will no longer appear, and the markings on your stomach may occasionally reappear, but they will not affect your normal life.]

Xue Ci buried her face in her knees, and after a while asked, "[Are these things also related to my deceased husband?]"

11 exclaimed in surprise: [Host, you... guessed right! The progress bar for our hidden quest has increased!]

Xue Ci was indeed guessing.

She couldn't recall her past with her husband; she couldn't remember his name or what he looked like.

The only impression I have is of a face hidden behind the mist in my dream.

But she always felt that if her husband was willing to be deceived by her, he must be a very kind person and treat her very well.

Xue Ci quickly changed her clothes. Today's maid outfit was a very traditional short style, with a wide and fluffy skirt and a delicate lace trim.

Even the maid outfits were not treated casually by Mrs. West; they were all made of the finest fabrics, so that the servants could be comfortable and presentable while working.

The current progress is less than 50%.

Xue Ci plans to pursue two parallel paths simultaneously—one to extract information about her husband from Bill, and the other to gather clues about the players from the castle.

Xue Ci waited in the living room until Qin Zhou came downstairs, then greeted him warmly, "Did you sleep well last night?"

He had just finished asking when he noticed the dark circles under Qin Zhou's eyes and the slightly tired look on his face.

He clearly didn't sleep well.

Xue Ci deliberately pressed her arm against him affectionately. "What were you thinking about last night? Didn't you sleep well? Was it about Jenny?"

Who is Jenny? I'm thinking of you.

Qin Zhou's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He never expected that he, a straight man, would be so easily charmed by Xue Ci's casual words that he couldn't sleep all night.

She kept wondering if the young male servant had feelings for her.

Otherwise, why ask him if he's a virgin?

Song Xueci would definitely only be willing to do those things with a skilled virgin.

Even if... were to actually do that, how would a straight man like him understand those things?

Or will Song Xueci take the initiative to teach him those things?

A jumble of chaotic thoughts swirled in his mind, and his heart rate remained erratic throughout the night.

"What's wrong?" Xue Ci's clear voice interrupted his thoughts.

Qin Zhou exuded a cold aura, his face somber. "It's nothing."

Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, Xue Ci persisted, "Have you made any new discoveries?"

His intention was to get Qin Zhou to tell him the new clues, but the other man stared intently at him, and after a few seconds, his ears turned red as he went back to his room.

?

The Xue Ci unexpectedly.

Teenagers often behave strangely.

He temporarily abandoned Qin Zhou and planned to go upstairs alone to look at the violin hanging on the wall. However, Joel was very cautious about it and was scolded by the other party before he even touched the violin.

Joel gave him a good scolding and then assigned Xue Ci the task of cleaning the guest room.

He was also forbidden from coming to any area above the third floor.

Xue Ci was certain that Joel was a villain.

However, whether he is the mastermind behind it all remains unknown.

He picked up his cleaning tools, and was initially considering whether to sneak into Mrs. West's room, but his thoughts were interrupted when he saw the messy guest room.

... Let's focus on doing our job as male servants first.

There were four or five servants in the castle, but this guest room looked like it had never been cleaned; the wardrobe and table were covered in a thick layer of dust.

Xue Ci put on a dust hat, moved a small ladder, and with just a couple of strokes of a feather duster, dust began to spread in the air.

He choked and coughed twice, which only made more dust spread.

Xue Ci became more cautious.

He felt a great sense of accomplishment after gently and slowly cleaning one corner, and then prepared to go downstairs.

He gripped the top of the ladder, about to step down, when a voice rang out. "You know you're an NPC, don't you?"

The cold tone made Xue Ci's heart skip a beat, her mind went blank for a moment, and her foot slipped.

His body tilted backward.

Fu Chengsi never expected Song Xueci to be so stupid. So stupid that she actually managed to fall off the ladder.

This ladder isn't short; a fall would be terrible, especially for someone as delicate as Song Xueci.

Fu Chengsi almost instinctively went to catch him.

Song Xueci wasn't heavy; he had slender arms and legs, and normally he could easily lift someone up with one hand.

However, falling has inertia.

Fu Chengsi reached out his hands to borrow it, but Xue Ci fell down to his neck.

The human neck is very fragile. Fu Chengsi was knocked backward by the force and fell to the ground while holding Song Xueci.

The floor made a dull thud; he had completely become Song Xueci's human cushion.

Fu Chengsi wanted to speak, but found that everything in front of him was pitch black, and something soft and slippery was pressing against his face.

This is...

Realizing what was pressing down on him, Fu Chengsi's breathing suddenly became heavy.

--Song Xueci sat on his face.

Fu Chengsi never imagined that he would be ridden in this position in his lifetime.

The other person is also of the same sex.

Something was pressing down on his high, straight nose, and a sweet, unfamiliar scent assaulted his nostrils.

Fu Chengsi immediately guessed where it was.

He even maliciously wondered if deliberately bumping his nose against something would make the little servant scream in fear.

Touch it a few times with your nose, and it should be too weak.

If you try to lick it with your tongue again, you'll probably just end up red-eyed and calling him a pervert.

No, Song Xueci isn't like that.

This is clearly a tactic to lure people in; otherwise, why would she wear only underwear under such a short skirt?

Fu Chengsi felt a dryness in his throat and couldn't help but swallow.

Even with someone catching her and cushioning her fall from such a height, Xue Ci was still in a state of extreme panic.

What brought him to his senses was realizing that he was sitting in... a strange position.

Looking down, the other person's face was completely obscured by the loose lace hem of his skirt.

Xue Ci startled and immediately tried to get up, but her limbs were weak and she fell down several times before she could stand up.

He then realized that the person who caught him was Fu Chengsi.

Why... of all people? Fu Chengsi?

Xue Ci blushed with embarrassment.

He wouldn't be in such a predicament if it were either of the other two people.

Since their falling out, the two have never been alone together, and they don't speak to each other when they run into each other.

Fu Chengsi had already gotten up from the ground, his neatly styled hair falling loose over his forehead, and his shirt completely covered in dust.

The man frowned and remained silent.

Her cheeks were red from the impact.

Next, he touched his nose with his hand and then smelled it.

Xue Ci was so embarrassed by the man's actions that she almost fainted.

He then remembered the question the other person had asked him earlier.

Fu Chengsi already knows he's an NPC, and she'll probably find out his true purpose soon, possibly even exposing her deceased husband's secrets.

Xue Ci's mind was in a mess, her face was pale, and she stood on the floor, looking more aloof than usual.

--If only that face hadn't been covered in dust like a little kitten.

Seeing that Xue Ci was about to leave, Fu Chengsi blocked her way with his body, which was almost as tall as the door.

The question hasn't been answered yet.

The man exuded a strong sense of intimidation, and Xue Ci was actually quite afraid of this tall, adult man.

His knees and palms were scraped raw by the floor and started to sting.

He actually has a pretty good temper.

But now I feel really wronged.

In a muffled voice, he asked, "What do you want me to answer?"

"Just do what you want to do."

Fu Chengsi's eyelids twitched slightly as he stared at him.

The young servant had droopy eyelashes, red eyes, a cold voice, but his expression looked like he had been bullied.

It makes it seem like he came here specifically to bully people.

"What can I do for you?" he countered.

Xue Ci didn't look at him, so she didn't notice the slightly complicated expression on his face. She frowned and said, "Don't you hate me?"

From the very beginning, they harbored a strange hostility towards him.

"I..." Fu Chengsi paused, stunned, "Why... are you crying?"

Xue Ci didn't want to lose face in front of Fu Chengsi, but she couldn't hold back her grievances.

Whether it's having your secret exposed or making a fool of yourself by unintentionally sitting on someone's face.

Any one of them could be a source of endless ridicule.

So annoying.

Xue Ci wanted to push the other person away and leave, but when she raised her hand, she noticed a scrape on her wrist.

My nose feels dry and rough.

His tears fell even harder.

Fu Chengsi stood frozen in place.

He's not the type to berate his employees until they cry; when he sees this, he just coldly mocks them for being weak and useless.

Ke Xue Ci... looks very pitiful.

Her curled eyelashes were damp and stuck together, and her face was covered in patches of dust, making her look like a dirty stray kitten.

Her nose was red.

My shoulder twitches occasionally.

She bit her lip hard, her eyes lowered, unwilling to let anyone see.

When you feel sorry for someone, that means you've completely fallen for them.

Fu Chengsi had never tried to coax anyone before, and his tone was curt. "When did I say I hated you?"

Xue Ci didn't reply, suppressing her sobs.

He stubbornly insisted, "I want to continue working."

The implication was that he should leave.

Fu Chengsi, of course, wouldn't leave. He stared at Xue Ci's face for a long time, feeling a mix of complex emotions.

He looked away. "Weren't you going to ask Joel for leave?"

Only then Xue Ci give him a second glance.

Fu Chengsi recited a string of code. "After you finish speaking, he will give you four days of vacation."

Xue Ci incredulously, her voice still nasal, "What if you lied to me?"

You can give it a try.

Xue Ci believed that Fu Chengsi had the ability.

What he didn't understand was why the other party would suddenly be willing to help him.

But he's been worried about his vacation lately, as his deadline for the assignment is fast approaching.

I was skeptical.

Xue Ci wanted to go out, but found that Fu Chengsi was still blocking the way.

The man handed over a wet wipe. "Wipe your cat-like face clean first."

*

Fu Chengsi was not lying.

Xue Ci successfully obtained a four-day holiday.

The holiday starts tomorrow, Xue Ci plans to finish her work before packing her luggage.

Fu Chengsi stood at the door, seemingly waiting for him.

He was also holding a small bottle of iodine solution in his hand.

Xue Ci's lips had barely moved when the other person spoke first.

"Go inside and apply the medicine first."

Xue Ci didn't understand what was wrong with the man today; he helped him get a day off and even applied medicine to his wounds.

He sat in the chair, knees bent, and looked at the other person warily.

Fu Chengsi is different from Lu Min; he is a capitalist.

There are always benefits to be gained from doing anything.

Xue Ci knew this, and understood that she needed to make an equal exchange with the other party.

He thought for a moment, "Joel gave me a vacation."

Fu Chengsi grunted in response, his attention focused on the small patch of scraped skin on his knee.

The man's movements were clumsy, and his breathing was tense; it was clear he had never applied medicine to anyone before.

Capitalists, on the other hand, value money the most.

Xue Ci's pockets were empty, and she felt a little embarrassed. "I'll give you the money after I get my salary."

Fu Chengsi finally looked up. "You think I'm doing this for the money?"

Xue Ci looked at him with an expression that seemed perfectly natural. "So what are your conditions?"

Fu Chengsi couldn't stand being stared at like that and looked away.

"Stay away from those two."

"Um?"

"Qin Zhou and Lu Min."

After finishing his sentence, Fu Chengsi immediately added, "I don't like overly intimate relationships between people of the same sex in front of me."

Homophobic?

Xue Ci understood and gave a dull "Oh".

After the wound on his knee was treated, Fu Chengsi could smell the disinfectant everywhere.

He suddenly recalled the lingering sweet fragrance of Xue Ci sitting on his face, and narrowed his eyes. "However, I'm curious, what is your purpose in leaving here?"

The next moment, upon hearing Xue Ci's slightly shy, soft, and dependent voice, the man's eyelids twitched violently.

The young servant buried his face in his knees, his ear tips pink. "I want to go out and find a husband who will cherish me."

Author's Note:

Little cat, are you trying to hook up with the other guy and turn him into a simp? Hehe [pity]