Stop Playing Around

Ling Feng rested his head on Dai Jiao's lap, his body temperature gradually returning to normal. Perhaps it was too comfortable...

"Pop!"

A small pink sphere suddenly appeared in mid-air.

"Pop! Pop!"

The small sphere playfully rolled into Dai Jiao's palm, happily changing into various shapes, rubbing back and forth.

Dai Jiao squeezed the sphere a few times, and it immediately turned a shy red.

Ling Feng trembled, letting out a soft groan: "Mm..."

She had forgotten that the Spiritual Entity shared a common sensation with the Guard.

But what did that have to do with her?

It was fun, she liked to play, she wanted to play.

A toy delivered right to her doorstep, it would be a waste not to play with it!

Dai Jiao wickedly squeezed and pinched the small sphere several times, making it emit continuous "Pop! Pop!" sounds.

The small sphere was unusually pliable, filling every crevice of her slender fingers, enthusiastically enveloping each of her fingers, shyly sucking tightly.

Then... it grew redder and redder.

[Humiliation Points +100!]

"Huh?"

Dai Jiao looked down, realizing Ling Feng had woken up at some point.

He was biting his index finger, saying nothing, his breathing heavy, his face flushed all the way to his neck.

Even redder than when he had a high fever earlier.

So red that Dai Jiao wondered if he had been boiled.

She lowered the car window a bit, letting the cool night breeze blow in.

Dai Jiao transferred the small sphere from her right hand to her left, continuing to play with it, feeling a little sleepy: "Awake?"

Ling Feng weakly groaned: "..."

Even with Dai Jiao's excellent hearing, she couldn't quite catch it: "What did you say?"

Ling Feng trembled again, biting his finger tightly, his eyes glistening with tears.

Under the moonlight, he looked quite pitiful.

Dai Jiao felt a little more at ease. She leaned down to listen, patiently asking again: "What did you say?"

Then she heard a hoarse voice, carrying three parts anger and four parts shame: "Stop playing around..."

He clearly felt his body being kneaded, trampled, and completely controlled by her hands.

This feeling of powerlessness left him both unfamiliar and bewildered.

"Stop playing around..."

Ling Feng choked out another sentence, tears silently rolling down his cheeks under the moonlight.

Only then did Dai Jiao stop.

The bright red small sphere lay softly in her palm, obediently curled up and asleep.

"If I want to continue, how do you plan to stop me?" Dai Jiao slowly asked.

[Humiliation Points +100!]

Ling Feng was completely limp at this moment. The wound on his chest hadn't fully healed, and having just received Guide Pheromones, he had no strength left to resist.

He couldn't even sit up, his voice weak: "I... I have Contribution Points. How much do you want?"

Contribution Points were the currency replacing money in this apocalyptic setting. The more points one had, the more supplies one could buy.

But Dai Jiao still maintained her cultivation body. Even though her power was suppressed in this world, she was in a state of Bigu, not eating or drinking was normal for her.

As a result, Contribution Points were useless to her.

Dai Jiao showed dissatisfaction with this answer, so she lightly squeezed the small sphere in her hand again. Ling Feng trembled, tears flowing even more.

Ling Feng's entire body tingled. He asked hoarsely: "...Then what do you want?"

Dai Jiao thought seriously: "By my count, I've saved you 3 times. Once when we first met, helping stabilize your spirit, once when we encountered the Ghost Frog, and once with the Ghost Bat."

"A total of 3 times. How do you think you should repay me?"

She gently raised Ling Feng's chin, forcing him to turn his face to look at her.

Ling Feng completely failed to understand what this Guide was thinking.

Before, she refused to sign a contract, even criticizing his strength mercilessly, and now she was demanding repayment for saving his life?

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes, softly asking: "...How do you want me to repay you?"

Dai Jiao didn't beat around the bush: "From now on, help me do three things unconditionally."

Ling Feng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his lips: "I'm just an A-class Guard, what else could you need me to do?"

"If you want a Guard to work for you, wouldn't it be better to find that qilin? He's S-class. He'd surely satisfy your requirements..."

Even he didn't understand the bitter feeling in his heart. He only felt a tightness in his chest, extremely uncomfortable. Perhaps his wound was flaring up again.

Qilin? Was he talking about Shen Han Qiu?

Dai Jiao shook her head. "Are you concerned about Shen Han Qiu? He's different from you."

Ling Feng: "..."