“Hh… Sis, you—you can’t be comfortable sitting like that. Why don’t we get up and talk this out calmly on the sofa—”

“Shut up!!!”

“Okay, okay! Sis, don’t—don’t get worked up.”

The icy, bone-chilling voice made Qin Heng shudder. He could only obediently lie back down on the floor.

Here’s the situation: Ning Muxuan had snatched the phone from his hand, then pinned him straight to the floor. She didn’t care at all that she was still wrapped in a bath towel, straddling his lower abdomen…

Ning Muxuan had his hands pinned down, too.

…

Qin Heng had just started trying to talk his way out of it, but Ning Muxuan hadn’t listened to a word. She snatched her phone back, then a tremendous force shoved him down onto the floor. The only thing he clearly saw was that pair of emerald-green, snake-like eyes. The chill in them was so intense, it was as if she wanted to eat him alive…

But one thing was one thing: from where Qin Heng was pinned beneath her, the view was actually pretty nice. And since Ning Muxuan was wearing nothing but a bath towel, all he had to do was lift his head a little to feast his eyes.

Of course, that was assuming Big Couch-Potato Qin still dared to look…

Even glancing sideways, he could see the bluish-green scales spreading across Ning Muxuan’s hands and thighs. They looked vivid and translucent in the light, like delicate works of art. But to Qin Heng, they were more terrifying than a whole armory of blades.

Those beautiful scales had already begun to tremble violently, shaking harder as their owner’s emotions spiraled further out of control…

He didn’t even dare lift his head to look at Ning Muxuan’s face. The pressure of her hand tightening around his told him all he needed to know about how terrifying her expression must be right now…

Big Couch-Potato Qin could only bury his face to one side and play dead. He was already drenched in cold sweat.

Ning Muxuan sat astride Qin Heng, her damp hair spilling over her chest and covering her forehead, making it hard to read her expression. Her face was eerily calm, without a ripple. She stared fixedly at the screen, and the faint scrape of her fingertip across it sounded startlingly clear in the silence.

When she saw Qin Heng praising the woman in the photo, that lovely, unreadable face finally changed…

Ning Muxuan bit down hard on her red lips, her pupils narrowing to pinpricks. A frightening grating sound came from between her clenched teeth.

The flames of jealousy burned hotter, setting off Ning Muxuan’s already sensitive nerves until her whole body began to tremble.

Somewhere deep inside, a sliver of reason still remained—or maybe it was about to snap at any moment.

Qin Heng, pinned beneath her, could tell something was wrong and tried to get up in a hurry. But Ning Muxuan still had his hands firmly restrained, and her grip was getting more and more crushing…

“Sis, don’t get the wrong idea! That’s my roommate, Su Chen!”

“You remember Su Chen, right, Sis? I told you about him before. The senior in that photo is the girl he’s planning to date.”

“I was just helping him figure things out, giving him some advice and stuff. I absolutely have nothing to do with her!”

“Haha…”

Qin Heng had no idea if saying all that would help. She’d caught him red-handed, after all.

But now that Ning Muxuan had seen the chat history, she should know he didn’t even know that senior. And with Su Chen as a handy scapegoat, he ought to be able to distance himself as much as possible. So… he’d be fine, right…?

Ning Muxuan still showed no reaction.

“Um, Sis, your hair’s still wet. I can blow-dry it for you, okay?”

Qin Heng deliberately changed the subject, deciding to take the initiative and look for a way to survive.

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before Ning Muxuan actually reacted.

The grip on his hands gradually loosened, and Ning Muxuan slowly began to rise. But her head remained bowed, her long, dark hair hiding much of her lovely face. He still couldn’t see her expression…

“…Sure, sure (⑅˃◡˂⑅). Sis, go sit on the sofa. I’ll get the hair dryer for you—”

Qin Heng had just started getting up after regaining his freedom. Before he could even enjoy a second of relief, something suddenly hit his face. Then his head made intimate contact with the floor again, and everything went black.

The reason? Ning Muxuan had gotten up at the same time and planted a foot right on Big Slacker’s face.

It wasn’t all that heavy, but it was definitely enough to make Big Slacker see stars.

That icy voice rang out again.

“…Eight points. You like it?”

Ning Muxuan stared down expressionlessly at Qin Heng beneath her foot and questioned him. The frost in the air showed no sign of thawing… The conversation had returned to the interrogation where it began.

Qin Heng had been thinking about enjoying this a little longer—no, about getting free as soon as possible. His brain started racing.

“Haha, Sis, you’ve got it all wrong! You’re a perfect score—a hundred out of a hundred! What does eight points even mean? It can’t compare to my Sis Ning’er at all! ( ´͈ ᵕ `͈ )◞♡”

“I swear! I’ve always used you, Sis, as the highest standard!”

So yes, a strong survival instinct really was a wonderful thing. It could save your life at a critical moment—and might even turn the tables when all seemed lost. When it came to leveling up this passive skill, Big Slacker had maxed it out.

He could practically use it as an active skill by now →_→

Ning Muxuan folded her arms and looked down at Big Slacker. Qin Heng’s words had indeed helped a little.

But more than anything, the chat history had shown Ning Muxuan that Qin Heng barely had any connection to that woman. That was what finally let her regain a little of her reason. Otherwise…

The pressure of her foot eased a little, and her pale toes pinched his face.

“The highest standard… How much do you love me?”

Her voice had softened, but it was still cold. She was still furious about Qin Heng praising another woman just now.

And just a tiny, tiny bit jealous…

“Oh! Of course it’s super-duper mega—”

Ning Muxuan had loosened her hold, and Qin Heng had finally managed to turn his face a little. He’d only just opened his eyes, ready to sweet-talk her…

But as his vision came back and he looked up at Ning Muxuan, it didn’t even register that she was wearing nothing but a thin bath towel…

Which meant… underneath… underneath, she was completely naked…

As Qin Heng’s eyes focused, his brain slowly shut down. It was as if he’d glimpsed some utterly wondrous sight—a mysterious, unfathomable garden, or perhaps a cosmic design full of secrets…

“Whi… whi… whi—”

Qin Heng’s lips trembled uncontrollably, his voice fading away. A rush of heat surged up his nose.

His gaze was almost impossible to control; he couldn’t tear it away from that deep, shadowy place. All he could do was stay there, babbling incoherently…

Ning Muxuan seemed to notice something was off. When she realized what it was, she simply drew her foot back slowly and gave the floor a light tap with her heel, her arms still folded…

With her tall figure and long, pale legs, she looked like a delicate work of art even standing perfectly still.

And with a face beautiful enough to bring ruin to a kingdom, paired with her cool elegance and bold, bewitching green eyes…

It was only natural that she stirred a desire to conquer.

Ning Muxuan’s cool façade didn’t last long. Before much time had passed, a faint blush began to spread across her neck and lovely face.

Still, she was doing far better than a certain Big Slacker, whose brain had nearly shut down completely.

Her cool voice rang out again with that familiar question, but this time there was a hint of something different in it.

“…Do you like it?”