I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Chapter 501 Who is in Charge?
The system remained silent, but a line of words suddenly appeared in Luo Qianhuai's field of vision:

"Papermaking random task progress: 1/3. The overall score of completed tasks: 78 points, temporarily below the passing standard. Host, please face up to your shortcomings, and with a hundred times more confidence and a thousand times more effort, achieve better results in the next tasks!"

Only 78 points. The system's prompt unceremoniously brought out the memories that Luo Qianhuai had just suppressed. She covered her face and slid into the quilt, but what she had done last night was still following her like a shadow, echoing in her mind over and over again.

The red candles flickered outside the tent, and the scenery inside the tent was also charming.

"Yin Yin." Young Master Mo grabbed her shoulders, made her turn over, and faced him. He reached out and untied the thin straps on her silky blouse.

His eyes were as dark as a bottomless black hole, full of aggression and so strong that he would not tolerate any rejection.

Luo Qianhuai was just thinking about going with the flow, but at this moment, he suddenly heard the system prompt:

"It has been detected that the current time is the best, and random task one is being issued. Task name: Who is in charge of the ups and downs?"

"Content and requirements: As an independent woman with higher education, how can the host willingly accept the arranged marriage of feudal society? However, power cannot be reversed. Now that the wedding has taken place and the identity has been determined, the host can do nothing but firmly grasp the dominant position in this relationship! Specifically, the host is requested to strive to be the best on the wedding night, subvert the traditional bad custom of 'man on top, woman on bottom', and inject a new wind of equality into Dayu!"

Luo Qianhuai seemed to understand this long and eloquent speech, but also seemed not to understand it.

"System, what are you talking about just now? Can you explain it more clearly? And the most important thing is that this should be the host's private time. Do you want to stay by my side and spy on me? Is this your professional accomplishment as an outstanding system in a higher dimension?"

While she was communicating with the system in her mind, a soft and drawn-out "hmm" sound escaped from her lips involuntarily, because someone was burying his head in the side of her neck, bringing a tingling sensation.

The system's electronic voice paused, then said emotionlessly: "Time limit for mission completion: 120 minutes from now. If it is not completed within the deadline, it will be deemed as automatic abandonment. This system has no interest in biological reproduction. If the host is bothered, this system can temporarily avoid it. The result of the mission execution will be determined by the non-autonomous thinking logic program."

After the electronic sound ended, the system really stopped making any movement, except for a countdown added in the upper left corner of Luo Qianhuai's perspective.

Everything is for papermaking! Luo Qianhuai took a deep breath and pushed hard towards Mr. Mo's gradually falling body.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, raised his eyebrows slightly and pursed his thin lips, just looking at her silently.

"I want to be on top." Luo Qianhuai's voice was as soft as a mosquito.

Mr. Mo's expression was stunned for a moment, and a few starlight flashed in his ink-black eyes.

"I didn't hear clearly what Yinyin said just now." His voice was much hoarseer than usual, but more magnetic, and it went straight into Luo Qianhuai's heart.

"I said - I want to be on top!" Luo Qianhuai raised his voice.

The evening breeze blew gently, brushing the faces of Wei Ying and Xing Xuan who were guarding outside the door. The two looked at each other for a long time with deep emotion. Although no one spoke, there were thousands of words in their eyes. The two of them were just on the surface. Today was the big day for Mr. Mo's wedding. The secret camp in Beijing had already arranged the mansion. The whole Xianghou Mansion was surrounded by secret agents and sentries. There were many people with sharp eyes and ears. At this moment, they couldn't help but wink and let their imagination run wild.

As soon as Luo Qianhuai's voice came out, her face turned red first. She didn't even look at Mr. Mo's teasing expression, and simply went all out, pushing Mr. Mo to the other side of the big bed and pressing on him without any hesitation.

Of course, her body was too delicate, and was not even close to the rumored weak and infirm Mr. Mo. So after she barely managed to muster up some new-age femininity, she was unceremoniously skinned and eaten by someone, who tortured her until the middle of the night. She begged for mercy repeatedly before the other person spared her, and she has been sleeping ever since.

So when the system issues tasks, what is the point of making such an impassioned speech and insisting on competing for the top spot?
Luo Qianhuai tossed and turned in his quilt. The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he felt. He wished he could just fall asleep and never wake up again.

The door opened from the outside, and someone walked in briskly and stood in front of the couch.

Luo Qianhuai waited for a long time, but the other party didn't make any sound or movement. He couldn't help but stick his head out from under the quilt, but after taking a look, he quickly retracted it.

"Yin Yin." Young Master Mo was still wearing the black and red brocade wedding dress from yesterday, with black hair and a jade crown. He looked radiant and energetic, without any sign of fatigue, which formed a sharp contrast with Luo Qianhuai.

Isn't it said that there are only tired cows but no plowed fields? How come I am so weak that I can't move, but the other party is still so energetic?

As she was thinking this, she heard Master Mo say, "If you can't get up, don't force yourself. You don't have to go to the palace to express your gratitude today."

"Go to the palace to express gratitude?" Luo Qianhuai was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized. Yes, Xing Xuan had mentioned this to her a few days ago. Because this marriage was arranged by the young emperor, and Mr. Mo was a relative of the Great Yu clan, it was reasonable for him to go to the palace to express gratitude the day after the marriage.

However, because there were no elders here who needed her to get up early to recognize relatives, she relaxed her vigilance and even forgot about this.

She forced her weak body to get out of bed, but as soon as she moved her legs, she gasped.

Seeing this, Master Mo sat down and held her hand: "Don't force yourself. I just said that if you don't feel well, you don't have to go."

"That's not appropriate, right?" Luo Qianhuai hesitated. She knew that the young emperor had always been suspicious of Mr. Mo, and she also understood why Mr. Mo pretended to be poor and disabled in front of outsiders, so she didn't want to embarrass him for such a small matter.

Xing Xuan appeared at the door at this moment, holding a bowl of hot medicine in her hand.

Mr. Mo raised his lips and took it. He sat back naturally. After testing the temperature, he scooped a spoonful and put it into her mouth: "There is nothing wrong with it. This is the prescription Xue Wen wrote long ago, which is specially used to nourish the body at this time. Drink it and take a nap. You will feel much better when you wake up."

Luo Qianhuai looked at him and saw that his face looked calm and he did not seem to be embarrassed at all, so he prepared to agree.

However, before he could finish his words, the electronic sound of the system suddenly rang again.