Mornye Felt Insecure Again

After Kexi left, Phrolova lay alone on his bed, his whole body aching.

This guy really doesn't know how to be gentle with women at all.

Kexi's idea was very simple.

Anyway, Phrolova won't break, so we can play with him however we want.

"Don't think that just because you did something like this, I'll treat you well."

He glanced back at her as he left.

"You are my slave now, and you deserve all of this, understand?"

The door was closed.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Phrolova lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, a feeling churning inside her that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

She turned over and her gaze fell on the bedside table.

There was a small music box there.

She took it, intending to play a couple of songs to relax.

"If you hadn't suddenly barged into my life, how could I have let go of the loneliness I'd been so desperately holding onto..."

Phrolova's brows furrowed instantly.

What kind of music is this?

She switched to the next song with a dark expression.

"Then let the rain fall all down, so you can't see the struggle on my face..."

"Bang!" She slammed it down.

Next song.

"A breakup should be dignified; I dare to give, and I dare to be heartbroken..."

"Bang!"

Next song.

"Happy breakup, I wish you happiness, you'll meet someone even better..."

"Bang!"

Next song.

There is a kind of love called letting go, giving up forever for love.

"Bang!"

She smashed the music box on the ground, shattering it into several pieces.

"What kind of garbage is this? Isn't there any normal music?"

On the other side.

Kexi arrived at Everard Bank.

He wants to withdraw the cash directly.

This money is very important to him.

This is his capital for running away tomorrow.

He had already decided that if anything went wrong for him tomorrow, he would simply run away on the spot.

He can go out and have a good time with this money; he can come back once things have calmed down.

He was standing in front of the counter waiting for Echo to dispense the money when two women walked towards him.

"Kexi, you're here too."

One of the white-haired women spoke up in surprise.

Kexi looked down and saw it was Mornye.

There was another person standing next to her, Phoebe.

"Oh, Ms. Mornye, is there something you need?"

"I came here to withdraw money. Since we've bumped into each other, it must be fate. How about we have a meal together? It's on me." Mornye's tone carried a hint of cautious probing.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm busy."

Kexi collected the hundred banknotes that Echo had spat out, stuffed them into her pocket, and turned to leave.

But her hand was grabbed by a small hand.

Mornye's fingers were cool, gripping his sleeve tightly, not with much force, but with great determination.

"Kexi, can't we have a proper talk?"

Kexi did not turn around.

"Mr. Mornye, please be mindful of your position; you have overstepped your bounds."

"But... but I don't want our relationship to be just that of teacher and student."

"Oh?" Kexi finally turned her head and glanced at her. "So, are you going to be my enemy?"

"Huh?! That's not what I meant." Mornye waved her hands frantically, her eyes instantly reddening, as if she had been frightened by those words.

Kexi ignored her.

The relationships are already quite complicated, so it would be best to get rid of Mornye.

He ignored her and walked away.

He had only taken a few steps when Phoebe blocked his way.

Her face flushed slightly, her fingers twisting the hem of her white robe. After hesitating for several seconds, she spoke with a touch of embarrassment, "Young Master Kexi, could you please give me back my stockings? I went to great lengths to buy them at Lilyland Fashion Week. They're a limited edition from the renowned designer Linglong, very precious."

Kexi stopped in her tracks.

He looked down at Phoebe.

"Stockings made by Master Linglong? No wonder these stockings are so smooth, oh no, I mean, the quality is so good, so white and translucent, it turns out they're Master Linglong's work."

"Yes, please give it back to me."

I'm sorry, I can't return it to you.

"Why?!"

"Because this was a divine decree, it cannot be taken back."

Kexi clasped her hands together, her expression solemn. "Priest Phoebe, are you going to disobey the God in your heart?"

"Huh? No... I didn't..." Phoebe was speechless, both anxious and aggrieved by his explanation.

"Hmph, that's for the best. I'll return them to you once I've studied the texture of these stockings."

"Is Kexi interested in the materials used in stockings?" Mornye, who had somehow caught up, stood behind Phoebe, her voice tinged with urgency. "Perhaps we can exchange ideas. My main research area is resonance materials science."

"Oh, no need to trouble Professor Mornye, it's just a personal hobby." Kexi waved her hand and took a step back. "Alright, I'm leaving now. Have a nice day."

He turned and ran, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Mornye stood there, her eyes wet, watching his figure disappear around the street corner.

Phoebe was furious too. Her stockings were the work of Linglong, the fashion design master of Huanglong Fashion. So many people would fight tooth and nail to buy a pair.

Now that Kexi has taken it, she can't get it back.

She turned her head and noticed Mornye's unusual behavior.

Mornye lowered her head, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her skirt, her two crystal prosthetic limbs trembling slightly beneath it.

"Professor Mornye, what's wrong?"

"Phoebe, do you think I'm annoying?"

"Um... no, right?"

"Do I look scary right now?"

Mornye tightened her skirt, and her prosthetic legs trembled even more noticeably.

"This... I think it's quite pretty." Phoebe looked at her carefully.

"Is that so?" Mornye chuckled self-deprecatingly.

She felt inferior again.

A stunning transition.

Kexi had just returned to Montelli when she ran into Selina, who was still with Luna. Luna followed behind her, her little mouth pouting, clearly still upset about being left with Selina by Kexi earlier.

"Young Master, where have you been?" Selina came up to him, quickly scanning him over to make sure he wasn't missing any limbs before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, Selina, I happen to have a task for you."

"Young Master, please speak." Selina immediately stood up straight, her expression becoming serious.

"I have a feeling that there will be great chaos tomorrow. When that happens, you must protect me. Don't let anyone get close to me, especially women."

"Don't worry, young master, I will definitely protect you and won't let any woman with ill intentions get close to you," Selina silently added in her mind, except for herself.

"Hmm." Kexi nodded in satisfaction. "Your words have put me at ease. But you're still too naive. I'm not entirely at ease entrusting my life to you."

"Young Master, I can do it..." Selina's face fell for a moment, her voice filled with grievance.

"No need to say anything more." Kexi raised her hand to interrupt her, "Luna."

"Young Master," Luna replied curtly.

"Never mind, I don't need you." Kexi glanced at her and shook her head.

Luna:!!!

"Lucia, you've come at the perfect time." Kexi waved to the other end of the corridor.

Lucia was passing by when she heard the shout and jogged over.

What are your orders, young master?