As it turned out, this "long and thrilling" affair had been a bit too much for Jiang Qianyu. The act itself wasn’t wrong—in fact, it was enjoyable. After all, who wouldn’t like snuggling up to a cute girl, especially when she’s the one initiating it?
The problem was, the whole process felt… off-track.
Based on Jiang Qianyu’s years of watching adult films—whether between male and female leads or two heroines—no matter how intense things got, souls never fused.
Well, maybe she just lacked real experience.
Did people really move their bodies while their souls intertwined during the act?
She couldn’t speak for others, but for her and Lu Yunzhi? Absolutely.
This wasn’t double the thrill. It was tenfold.
The real issue?
With soul strength enough to casually create a "Witch," how could she fail to overpower Lu Yunzhi during fusion?
Even more absurd: she passed out from just a momentary lapse in focus.
She hadn’t fainted when carving flesh from her own body or forcibly splitting her soul to animate a doll into a clone. Yet one kiss with Lu Yunzhi knocked her out?
After Lu Yunzhi pinched her philtrum awake, Jiang Qianyu leaned against the headboard, dazed for a long while.
She raised a hand, clenched her fist.
Not an illusion. Her soul strength had genuinely increased—just a tiny bit.
Minuscule, yes, but still growth.
Only after consuming Su Qing’s soul had she felt a similar *quality*-based boost, not just quantity.
Why?
Before she could ponder further, Lu Yunzhi pressed close, arms tight around her, cheek to cheek.
"Waaah… Xiao Yu, you scared me to death! How are you feeling now?"
"Ahem." Jiang Qianyu coughed awkwardly. "I’m fine… just got too excited. You know—people get worked up, brains go oxygen-deprived…"
An excuse she didn’t believe herself.
She couldn’t exactly say she’d been *sucked* unconscious.
"Oh! So… shall we continue?" Lu Yunzhi met her gaze, guiding Jiang Qianyu’s hand to her own chest.
For the rest of the night, Jiang Qianyu avoided kissing her, focusing on physical contact.
Soul fusion still occurred, but fainter—maybe she was subconsciously resisting.
Even with the bed soaked and tangled, she didn’t faint again.
After changing sheets and blankets, Lu Yunzhi collapsed into sleep first, utterly exhausted.
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Early morning. Jiang Qianyu rose early, freshened up, and made breakfast downstairs.
Lu Yunzhi still slept—last night’s exertions lasted past 3 a.m. She wouldn’t wake.
"Mom… what happened last night? Did you argue?" Bai Dongqing shuffled down, rubbing sleepy eyes, yawning.
She’d been woken by faint, strange noises from Lu Yunzhi’s room.
"No," Jiang Qianyu said from her wheelchair, sandwich in one hand, book in the other. "Go wash up. Yunzhi won’t eat this morning—no need to wake her."
"Okay, Mom."
Bai Dongqing had grown used to this gentler Jiang Qianyu. She smiled, hurried upstairs, and returned quickly, clean and changed.
Jiang Qianyu pulled her aside, carefully braiding her hair into an exquisite, adorable style—a kindness Bai Dongqing had never imagined, let alone received.
She peered into the mirror, turning her head side to side, utterly delighted.
*My mom did this?*
No scolding. No beatings. Breakfast waiting.
"Um… Mom?" Bai Dongqing turned, hesitant.
Jiang Qianyu smiled knowingly. "You’re wondering if Yunzhi noticed my changes, right?" She patted her head softly. "She did. But she also felt this: my love for our home—for you, for her—hasn’t changed one bit."
Bai Dongqing nodded, only half-understanding.
Jiang Qianyu set down her book, leaned back in the wheelchair. She watched the little girl eat, then glanced at her own numb legs. Memories of last night’s "reward" swirled—her thoughts tangled again.
Third day of rebirth. Third day with Lu Yunzhi.
Did she truly *love* her?
She liked the girl. Wanted to be near her. Enjoyed their time.
But was it *her* heart… or this body’s instinct?
She’d sensed it since night one: the body’s pull warping judgment.
Learning Lu Yunzhi was bullied? Fury. She killed those Hunters.
Hearing last night’s "reward"? Flustered. Wondering if this counted as "sleeping with someone else’s wife." Yet she accepted it—and enjoyed it deeply.
Could real feelings bloom in three days?
If the body’s influence was this strong… why did she feel *nothing* when first reading about Lu Yunzhi on her phone?
Only after learning Lu Yunzhi had quietly supported her and Bai Dongqing did warmth flicker. Then their first meeting.
At first? Indifference. Even hearing about her parents’ divorce stirred little.
Later interactions—and missions—slowly warmed things. But after last night’s frenzy? The heat surged.
"Love born from time together?" Jiang Qianyu murmured.
Her mind felt unsteady.
Strange thoughts spiraled, uncontrollable.
Married. Done the deed. Building feelings later—what’s the harm?
But that wasn’t the point.
Last night’s fusion revealed it: Lu Yunzhi’s soul was abnormal too. Like Bai Dongqing’s.
A special soul wasn’t a gift. It was danger.
Like last night.
The big shot’s son wasn’t killed by Lu Yunzhi—but her teammate. So why target *her* first?
Maybe because she took missions alone.
But always assume the worst.
If they just wanted her dead… why mutate her soul first, then take it?
"My little family of three… not one ordinary soul among us. Is this really coincidence?"
Her fingers traced the book’s black cover.
Thoughts drifted to the black notebook.
