Imprisonment?

After quickly rinsing her hair, Song Ning gently shoved Ping Chengcheng aside and helped wipe down her body.

The girl let out a few suspicious-sounding gasps, and Song Ning felt like her head was about to explode.

So, so tempted to do something… wicked…

“Chengcheng, you go out first. I need to wash the clothes.”

Song Ning gave an excuse, her gaze darting everywhere—clearly, what she wanted to do wasn’t that simple.

Ping Chengcheng panted softly, her face burning hot.

“Okay~ Jie-jie.”

“Chengcheng, you’re acting strange… why’s your face so red?”

“Huh? No way, Jie-jie! You’re the one blushing!”

Song Ning coughed lightly.

“Just go out, Chengcheng.”

The girl nodded and, wrapped in her towel, walked out of the bathroom trying to act natural.

Only once she closed the door and returned to the bed did her knees give out, and she collapsed onto the soft mattress with a gasp.

Wuwu~ Jie-jie really is…

Even though she obviously wants to do those things so badly, she’s still holding herself back…

Lying under the covers, the girl’s hand slid along her delicate body.

Soft little moans, muffled by the quilt, gently filled the air.

In the bathroom, Song Ning’s trembling hands reached into the pocket of the change of clothes and pulled out…

A pair of pink panties.

Song Ning, Song Ning… what the hell is wrong with you?

You pervert! How could you—?!

No! You can’t keep going like this!

Keep this up and you’ll truly fall into depravity!

Think back—what kind of person were you before? And now?

But… we’re lovers. So what if I do this?

Besides, Chengcheng doesn’t know, right?

That’s right… she doesn’t know.

Gritting her teeth, Song Ning cast aside all her troubled thoughts.

In the misty bathroom, faint, almost inaudible breathing could be heard—quiet enough to be missed by anyone.

But Ping Chengcheng heard it.

Her face turned impossibly red.

Desire welled up inside her, almost uncontrollable.

She’d already lost count of how many times she’d wanted to rush in there and… take everything from her Jie-jie.

“Haaah… mm…”

A duet of love, steeped in silent tension and desire…

When Song Ning finally stepped out of the bathroom, her face calm as ever, the warm, humid air followed her into the room, brushing gently against the girl’s nose.

“Chengcheng, I washed your clothes too, while I was at it.”

Song Ning recalled the moment while washing them.

She hesitated… but in the end, didn’t take another “souvenir.”

If I kept going, I’d be a real pervert…

“Mm~ Jie-jie’s the best, hehe~” the girl replied, her cheeks rosy.

She reached out with her slender arms, grabbed Song Ning—who was also wrapped in a towel—by the wrist, and pulled her into bed.

“Jie-jie, I want cuddles.”

Ping Chengcheng buried her face in Song Ning’s chest.

Song Ning gently patted her head and held her tightly.

“Okay~”

Ping Chengcheng still seemed to have that deep-rooted sense of insecurity.

“Jie-jie, can I ask you something?”

A question?

Song Ning nodded.

“Sure, Chengcheng, ask away.”

“Jie-jie… why did you ask me today if I was a mutant?”

“If I were a mutant… would you still like me?”

Song Ning’s heart skipped a beat.

Why was Chengcheng asking that now?

But…

“Of course I’d still like you, Chengcheng.”

She meant it.

What had upset her the most wasn’t the possibility that Chengcheng was a mutant…

But the fact that Chengcheng had kept something from her.

They were lovers.

Why hide anything?

Even if Chengcheng was a mutant, so what? She would never hurt her.

“So what if you’re a mutant? Chengcheng’s so cute, so kind to me, and always obedient…”

“I’ll always like you.”

“So Chengcheng… what you’re saying is…”

Song Ning hesitated, unsure whether to ask.

But Ping Chengcheng spoke first.

“Jie-jie, I’m not a mutant.”

Not a mutant?

Well, that made sense.

She had seen a real mutant today—that yellow-haired man… that terrifying transformation…

But Chengcheng seemed completely normal.

Aside from her red eyes, there was nothing unusual at all.

Totally different from that horrifying creature.

“Yeah, I guess… mutants really are something else…”

As she listened to Song Ning’s murmuring, Ping Chengcheng hesitated inside.

She wasn’t a mutant, true.

But her true form…

Was a tentacle monster.

Tentacle monster—so disgusting, so terrifying…

What would Song Ning think if she ever found out?

Would she think she was filthy?

No… I absolutely can’t let Jie-jie know…

Song Ning gently stroked the girl’s smooth back, like petting a cat.

“Mm… Chengcheng, did you and Zheng Zhiyi have some kind of disagreement before?”

She felt the girl flinch slightly in her arms.

“Mm… just a little…”

Though her tone was soft and sweet, Song Ning felt a subtle chill.

“What happened?”

Ping Chengcheng thought for a moment but didn’t know what to say.

She had no idea what Zheng Zhiyi might’ve already told Song Ning.

But regardless, it only deepened her dislike of Zheng Zhiyi.

“It’s nothing, Jie-jie. Just a tiny issue. It’s all fine now.”

A tiny issue?

All fine now?

But judging from Zheng Zhiyi’s earlier attitude…

Song Ning felt a twinge of disappointment.

Why was Chengcheng still hiding things from her?

Were there more secrets she hadn’t shared?

Forget it.

Chengcheng must have her reasons.

Since that’s the case, she wouldn’t press further.

“Mm. If it’s over, then that’s good. Try to get along with her, okay?”

Song Ning sighed.

“If everything’s fine now, then later… could you apologize to her? No more fighting, alright?”

Huh?

At the thought of Zheng Zhiyi’s face, Ping Chengcheng felt a surge of disgust.

Apologize to her? Pretend to get along?

What a joke…

“But… Jie-jie!”

“But what?” Song Ning looked her straight in the eyes.

“Unless… you still have something you haven’t told me?”

Ping Chengcheng looked away guiltily.

It was clear now—Song Ning had guessed she was hiding a lot.

She just didn’t want to ask directly.

She wanted Chengcheng to listen to her.

“…Alright…”

If it’s for Jie-jie’s love, then it’s all worth it.

But the feeling of insecurity still lingered.

If the goal is to be with Jie-jie forever… wouldn’t it be easier to just lock her up?

That way, no one could ever get close. Jie-jie would never be able to leave me…

Ping Chengcheng… what are you thinking?

Why did that thought come back again? Why would you even consider imprisoning Jie-jie?

Because… if I did… then she’d always be by my side… never able to leave me…

Ah… so imprisoning Jie-jie…

Was such a beautiful idea…

She shook her head hard, forcing the thought away.

Jie-jie loves me so much already—why would I do something like that?

As long as no one else can get close to her, and I protect her, isn’t that enough?

Wait—actually, if I imprisoned her, that’d be even easier…