Quick Time Travel: Self-immolation

Qingcheng wrapped herself in a bath towel calmly, and walked to the bathroom without looking back. Her action was already a wordless rejection.Lin Xia groaned twice, plunged her head to the ground, rolled and rolled on the soft carpet, and collapsed on the ground on her back after she was exhausted.

Longing, endless longing, the blood flowed out from the heart, as if being burned by an unknown fire, bubbles called desire were gurgling.

Her limbs gradually became weak, and she couldn't help curling herself into a ball.

Sanity is drifting away, but one thing she can be sure of is something is wrong with her body.

She is being dominated by something deep inside.

The sound of water in the bathroom seemed to pass through the door and landed on her eardrums, and indescribable scenes appeared in her mind.

She was immersed in fantasy, her lips parted slightly, panting like a fish out of water.

Finally, she moved.

Using all fours, she wriggled like a caterpillar to the bathroom door, opened it, and walked in.

Qingcheng was taking a bath, when she saw her coming in, she just glanced at her lightly, instead of driving her out, instead——

"Come here." She coldly issued instructions to her little slave.

Hearing this, Lin Xia walked towards her slowly without any resistance, every step was like stepping on a cotton ball in the clouds, a few steps away, her feet softened and she knelt down in front of Qingcheng.

Qingcheng seemed to have noticed her abnormality, and turned to look at her.

"Qingcheng..." Lin Xia let out a soft cry, and after the cry, grabbed Qingcheng's hand resting on the bathtub, and kissed it carefully.

While she was kissing, the other hand grabbed the ground impatiently. Finally, she raised her hand to untie her neckline, and then caressed carelessly.

Because she was too anxious, her nails scratched the skin on her chest, even so, she still didn't stop.

eager……

Can't wait...want to sink.

She was more eager than the last time she was in the hospital ward.

There was nowhere to escape the ugly desire, she knelt on the cold floor, while kissing another person's fingertips, while stroking herself with blurred eyes.

However, the fire of restlessness did not go out.

She stopped all her movements in doubt, and looked pitifully at the person in the bathtub, who never avoided his gaze, and her pitiful appearance was reflected in her pupils as thick as the night.

"Le Ling." She called her name, her voice was as sweet as pearls and jade, but it was a little cold and ruthless.

Lin Xia was not used to this name, and for a while did not know that she was calling her own name.

Qingcheng withdrew her hand, and stood up abruptly. Water drops fell from her collarbone, and a drop splashed on Lin Xia's cheek. She was stunned for a long time without responding.

Until Qingcheng turned around, at that moment, Lin Xia, who had been watching her all the time, saw a beautiful butterfly, perched on the opponent's back waist, black, single-winged, strange but charming.

Lin Xia suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Only the butterfly tattoo was left in her eyes, as if her soul had been taken away.

She also seemed to have such a butterfly in her memory, but when she thought about it deeply, she couldn't find it.

While she was in a daze, a basin of cold water fell from the sky, shocking her thoughts to pieces.

So the butterfly was gone, and the longing was gone. She trembled like a drowned rat, and looked up blankly.

Qingcheng withdrew his hand calmly, and asked condescendingly:

"Awake?"

"..." Lin Xia wiped the water off his face, "Very sober."

Qing Cheng was satisfied, she put the basin of water aside, and instructed her little slave:

"Come here and help me wipe my body when you wake up."

Lin Xia: "..."

She hesitated for a moment, then walked over and wrapped her in a large towel. While serving her master obediently like a little maid, she was not idle, her eyes moved down, and she looked at the waist of her master. tattoo.

The movement of wiping her body gradually slowed down, she couldn't hold back, and reached out to caress the black butterfly.

"The tattoos are beautiful," she exclaimed.

"Ah."

"..."

Due to his temperament, Qingcheng is destined not to talk like a chatterbox. Lin Xia understood this, licked his lips, and asked tentatively: "Do you like butterflies?"

Lin Xia felt that this tattoo was very familiar, but she didn't know where she had seen it.She no longer remembers that she once loved a woman, and there was such a black butterfly on that person's neck, exactly the same.

In order for her to complete tasks more smoothly, the system will block part of her memory every time she enters a new world, so her current situation is that she still remembers that she has successfully captured a character and knows the name and identity of that person, but she just forgot I just loved it.

——In order not to be too attached to the world that has been conquered, it will affect the quality of the strategy.

This is the reason explained by the system for removing her memory.

She has no choice.

"Engrave a butterfly mark on yourself, do you like butterflies very much?"

Lin Xia wanted to clear things up so much, but——

"I don't particularly like it." Qingcheng replied.

"……what?"

"I don't particularly like butterflies." Qing Cheng said.

"Then why..." Tattooed it on his body?

Qingcheng was confused for a moment when she heard the words, she thought for a while, her eyes became clear again, and she said with a serious expression: "Because I think someone will like it...probably."

Lin Xia: "..." What kind of strange answer is this?

baffling.

Glancing at the butterfly again, Lin Xia forced herself not to pay too much attention to it, and forced herself to look away.

"Hey, it's over."

Qingcheng said "oh", then took a bath towel to wrap it up, asked Lin Xia to take care of herself, and left the bathroom first.

When Lin Xia took a shower and went out, Qingcheng had already changed into a set of home clothes and was sitting in front of the French window reading a book.

"What are you looking at again?" Lin Xia asked curiously. She didn't get an answer after asking for a long time. She remembered something and reorganized the language.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

"script."

Putting it another way, Qing Cheng answered as expected.

Lin Xia's head was full of black lines.

Why can't she get tired of playing role-playing games?

She was complaining silently, when Qingcheng suddenly put away the script in her hand, and looked up at her: "You can tell me now, Le Ling, what's the matter with you?"

"...Huh?" Lin Xia didn't understand what she was asking, "What do you mean?"

"I'm asking, why are you in heat like a livestock?"

livestock?

estrus?

"...I feel like I've been said a lot."

Qingcheng ignored her resentful little eyes, still chasing after her: "Why?"

Lin Xia: "..."

Why?She meows, she also wants to know!

However, the hospital didn't find out the problem, where could she find the reason?

Worried about her physical problems, from the corner of her eye, Qingcheng was still waiting for her answer, her earnest appearance was inexplicably funny, Lin Xia couldn't hold back, and blurted out:

"Actually, I'm not human."

This is of course a joke, everyone understands that it is a joke, however, Qingcheng seems to be a different kind, she takes it seriously.

She nodded suddenly and asked, "Then what are you?"