Chapter 240, Is This Considered Workplace Rules?
…Finally caught up.
Hearing the sound of Gongzi Shuiming collapsing behind him, Young Master Sang let out a sigh of relief.
To be honest, if the drug hadn’t worked soon, he really didn’t know how he’d keep his cool in front of that shy and adorable girl.
Turning to look at the fainted Gongzi Shuiming on the ground, Young Master Sang let out a long breath and smiled apologetically, “Sorry about that.”
“I won’t hold back on this five million—”
Just as he said that, he turned around.
Then his smile froze on his face.
The girl in front of him was not drugged like Gongzi Shuiming; instead, she looked slightly confused and tilted her little head, gazing at him.
Young Master Sang stared blankly at her.
She blinked back at him.
After staring at each other for a while, Young Master Sang awkwardly asked, “…Why aren’t you fainting?”
“…Huh?”
The girl looked bewildered for a moment and uncertainly replied, “Why would I faint… what did you do?”
This left Young Master Sang in an awkward position.
Seriously, Nian Nian, your drug isn’t working at all!
He immediately shouted in his mind for Nian Nian, that unreliable system, for an explanation.
But who knows what Nian Nian was doing, there was no sign of her, and no matter how he called out, nothing happened.
While Young Master Sang hesitated on whether to do something to knock her out, the girl in front of him suddenly swayed, raised her hand to her forehead, her beautiful eyes appearing a bit dazed.
“Hmm…” she let out a soft whine.
“Miss, what’s wrong?”
Seeing her like this, Young Master Sang thought the drug had kicked in.
But who knew.
“Young Master Sang…”
In the next moment, the girl suddenly reached out her hand, smiling sweetly as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“You look so handsome in a groom’s outfit…”
Young Master Sang: “…Huh?”
Even if he was a bit slow, after hearing that familiar voice, he finally realized what was happening.
Ripping off her mask revealed Hua Jianglian’s rosy, spring-like beautiful face, leaving Young Master Sang completely frozen.
Oh, no way…
The Sect Leader!?
Why are you here?
So that’s why the drug didn’t work.
How can a drug meant for cultivators below the Transformation stage affect a full-fledged deity?
And at this moment, it seemed Hua Jianglian couldn’t hear what he was saying. Her beautiful eyes were dreamy, dazedly resting against Young Master Sang, like a soft little kitten.
“So handsome… I like you so much… in this outfit.”
Young Master Sang stared dumbfounded at his plain clothes.
Suddenly, he recalled Nian Nian’s notes about the drug.
This drug is effective even against cultivators at the Transformation stage, causing hallucinations.
But looking at his own Sect Leader now, full of springtime beauty and dreamy eyes, Young Master Sang couldn’t help but wonder what kind of picture he must look like in her eyes.
“Uh, that, Sect Leader?”
As he watched Hua Jianglian slowly push him toward the bed, gradually climbing on top of him, Young Master Sang’s mind went blank, and he could only stammer:
“Y-you, calm down, I’ll find a way to get you the antidote—”
“Antidote?”
Hua Jianglian tilted her little head slightly. Her bright eyes were swimming with moist spring charm.
“Why would I take medicine? Am I sick?”
“Ah, I know.” She suddenly nestled against Young Master Sang’s chest, lazily rubbing against him, “I must be lovesick.”
“It can’t be cured anymore.”
“…Ever since you helped me unlock the knot in my heart,” she said, her delicate voice like a whisper in his ear.
Young Master Sang’s heart skipped a beat.
Hua Jianglian was now so close to him.
He could clearly see her skin, soft and white like a little girl, faintly flushed with warmth, her long eyelashes, and her glistening eyes.
A slightly rapid and soft breath escaped her cherry lips, and he could almost smell the fragrance of the girl.
They were close enough that their lips seemed to have a gravitational pull.
Not indulging in the sweet, rosy taste would leave him unsatisfied.
Young Master Sang’s throat bobbed.
He was unsure whether to refuse or follow the Sect Leader’s choice.
Though he had gradually gotten used to his Sect Leader’s current playful, childish demeanor.
Reckless, playful, full of affection—she was like a child who hadn’t grown up.
Yet deep down, Young Master Sang still saw Hua Jianglian as his superior.
The terrifying leader of the Demon Cult.
The devil woman who had rescued him years ago when he was like a stray dog lying on the roadside.
He had never imagined he would have something with the Sect Leader.
But now, suddenly finding himself in this situation, Young Master Sang was completely unprepared.
But Hua Jianglian couldn’t wait any longer.
She moved like a little creature, light and cautious, cradling Young Master Sang’s face gently.
Her cherry lips parted, exhaling softly, seemingly testing the waters as she leaned in toward his lips.
Then, shyly pulling back.
After a few back-and-forths, she finally bit gently onto his lips like a small beast tasting a sweet apple.
In that moment, she let out a joyful little sound.
“Hmm…”
Young Master Sang was also stunned. The softness and moisture he felt on his lips almost made him drown in it; the girl nestled against him felt like she was affectionately clinging to him.
“…Ah.” After a long moment, Hua Jianglian reluctantly released his lips, her beautiful eyes shining even brighter.
“So comfortable.”
“Is this how it feels to kiss like lovers in a comic?” she murmured softly to herself.
Young Master Sang’s expression became complicated as he quietly asked, “Sect Leader, isn’t this inappropriate?”
Hua Jianglian suddenly pouted.
Her brows drooped visibly, revealing a disappointed expression, her eyes swaying as if they were wronged.
“…Why not?”
She clung tightly to Young Master Sang’s neck, her little head gently resting against his chin, “You clearly are something I picked up.”
“What I picked up… is mine.”
“I don’t want anyone taking my things…” Her voice suddenly turned choked with grievance, her slightly red eyes looking pitifully at Young Master Sang.
Young Master Sang fell silent for a moment.
He suddenly felt, Hua Jianglian had a point.
Perhaps he had the right to refuse anyone surrounding him.
Even refuse Little Ying. Refuse Meng Qiyan. Refuse Sister Gu.
But the one person he couldn’t refuse was this girl in front of him.
He remembered years ago, the boy covered in blood, lying on the cold, desolate ground, unable to rise.
When he first met that girl in black, with clear, pure eyes like melting snow.
She was right.
From that day on.
He had already become hers.
The girl in his arms had her hair cascading onto his chest, her restless little hands already loosening his clothing.
Young Master Sang sighed, almost resigned to his fate, laying back on the bed.
For some reason, a thought suddenly popped into his head.
Is this considered workplace rules?
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