Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

The next day.

The curtains failed to completely block out the sunlight, turning the dim room into a faint, gloomy darkness visible to the naked eye.

The black swan lay in Qi Zhimu's arms, its even breathing slightly altered, its eyelashes fluttering gently.

Waking up to see that face so close, etched deep into my soul, an unreal, dreamlike feeling arises inexplicably in my heart.

But the senses of touch, sight, and smell all told her that everything was incredibly real.

When I glanced at the system.

12:24 PM.

…Recalling the good deeds she had done last night, the Black Swan could hardly believe that she was the one who lacked self-control.

Good heavens... She didn't let Mr. Qi rest several times, dragging it out until after six in the morning...

Before each participant joins the Memory Garden, their body undergoes memeization.

It's not that they completely lose their bodies, but they'll almost never use them again under normal circumstances.

Meme forms are more convenient and easier to use in every aspect, helping memory collectors to better collect memories without being affected by harsh natural environments.

The long-awaited cancellation of meme-based fighting has unexpectedly spiraled out of control.

I really like Mr. Qi... in every way!

Once you start catching cicadas, you get the urge not to stop.

In the culinary world, there's a common saying: some foods are either only served zero times or served countless times.

Gazing at her strikingly handsome face, the black swan's heart raced once more.

In the galaxy, there are all-female races of the genus *Human* that survive by devouring certain desires, are insatiable, and possess a natural and extremely strong attraction to men.

…Mr. Qi was clearly human, yet he made her clearly understand how ordinary men felt when they saw that kind of race.

I want to endure it, but it's difficult.

Mr. Qi, who was asleep, had a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. He didn't snore and was very quiet.

His gaze traveled down from her face, past her collarbone and her muscular chest.

The fingertips continued down the chest, gently stroking the firm muscles.

It has distinct layers and a comfortable feel.

The black swan gradually lost its focus, its eyes filled with a hazy impulse and an uncontrollable longing.

Her gaze returned to Qi Zhimu's face, and she couldn't help but tilt her head back to look at him.

Not enough... still not enough...

Her fingers slid from his face to Qi Zhimu's lips, and she involuntarily closed her eyes, gently prying open his teeth to begin sucking.

Then--

out of control.

Qi Zhimu had actually woken up from his sleep the moment the black swan made its move.

I just didn't open my eyes, nor did I try to stop myself, letting myself drift back into sleep.

He dreamed that he came to an archery range in the rain, and his identity was a beginner.

The one who taught him was none other than the Black Swan.

Archery is a skill that requires sufficient strength, accurate direction, and a bow that suits the user and has good compatibility.

The bow that Qi Zhimu held up had such perfect lines that it was irresistible to hold.

As soon as you put your hand on it, you can feel the tension of the bowstring.

The black swan guided him to the correct bow-holding posture: first, rub the arrow shaft together, then pull back forcefully, and slightly increase the force when the timing and direction of the arrow are right.

The arrow flew a short distance from the bowstring, piercing through the rain along its path, and hit the bullseye.

However, due to excessive force, the bow trembled and hummed continuously, only calming down after a while.

The rain grew heavier, falling continuously on the surrounding dense vegetation, causing it to buckle and bend under its weight.

As the storm subsided, the rain gradually lessened, and the wind swept across the vegetation, becoming exceptionally gentle.

"Am I doing well?" Qi Zhimu asked.

"Hmm~ Very good." The Black Swan had a satisfied smile on her face.

Unfortunately, the rain subsided not long before a dark cloud rolled in, bringing with it several claps of thunder, and large raindrops began to pelt down.

The vegetation around the shooting range hadn't even recovered before it was subjected to another round of abuse, and it was about to wither away.

……

System time 14:42.

Qi Zhimu finally woke up from his dream, got up and stretched lazily.

However, I am a little tired.

He had long since adapted to this level, and it couldn't affect his mental or physical state.

"Little goose, I have a question that has been bothering me for a long time..."

Last night I asked Black Swan how I preferred to call her. She initially said either was fine, but in the end she tacitly agreed to Little Goose and Sisi.

However, she preferred to hear Qi Zhimu call her Sisi under special circumstances.

Qi Zhimu understood that special spells could produce special bonuses under specific circumstances.

It's like the Black Swan calling out to Mr. Qi, or the Black Tower calling out to Brother Mu.

"What are you curious about?"

"Do those who retain memories still have the same need to eat as normal humans?"

It turned out that Mr. Qi wanted to ask her if she was hungry and if she needed something to eat to regain her strength...

Black Swan felt a warmth in her heart.

"After being memeticized into a Memory Being, the original body is actually protected and strengthened by the power of destiny, and no longer needs to eat to maintain the body's function."

This is also why she was able to adapt to extremely high combat intensity right after reuniting with Qi Zhimu.

"Of course, this does not mean that the person who remembers has completely lost their appetite."

"Then we can enjoy afternoon tea here. The outdated and less civilized places don't have as many options. Often, it's the original flavors that make people linger."

Qi Zhimu took the clothes.

The black swan nodded in agreement.

Isn't Mr. Qi's plum blossom wine the best example?

By the way, speaking of plum blossom wine, it seems there's no need to keep it as a treasure anymore.

With a thought, the Black Swan automatically generated a long dress on its body, concealing the few fight scars left by Qi Zhimu.

Although she could make them disappear instantly, she didn't want to do that.

Just like with any ordinary woman, it would be better to let it disappear naturally, after all, it is proof that Mr. Qi loves her.

After a quick wash, Qi Zhimu noticed that Black Swan had taken out a wine jar that looked somewhat familiar.

"...Plum blossom wine?"

"Yes, it's one of the jars you left behind after you passed away. This is the only jar I have left. I haven't been able to bring myself to drink a drop of it for thousands of years."

"..."

Qi Zhimu was at a loss for words.

He finally chuckled and sighed, his tone tinged with nostalgia.

"Don't overindulge. This stuff is rare. The plum blossom wine is over three years old. If you drink more than 250mL in a short period of time, even if you are in meme form, you will most likely get drunk."

"Not only will we be unable to enjoy afternoon tea, but without any external interference, it will take at least seven or eight hours for the hangover to fully subside."

"If I drink more, it might last a whole day and night."

Black Swan smiled and said, "I know, Sister Qingtu has been drunk a few times before."

She poured herself a small glass and sipped it gently. The rich flavor had a delicate fragrance, making her feel as clear and blue as the sky after the rain.

He took a sip, then tiptoed slightly to feed Qi Zhimu a special way of drinking it.

"Don't you notice any different flavors?"

"Yes, it's yours alone... um..."

Qi Zhimu had so much to say.

After their intimate moment, the two tidied themselves up and leisurely enjoyed afternoon tea in the hotel's lounge area.

The atmosphere outside the window was just like yesterday, still immersed in the celebration.

Black Swan propped her cheek up and looked at Qi Zhimu, wondering how he would react once he learned the truth about what happened back then.

Immediately talk to Ruan Mei, make peace, or... put an end to a certain statement Ruan Mei made back then, and truly settle the score?

…Given Mr. Qi's personality, the probability of him choosing the latter is probably not high…

No matter what, Ruan Mei was his first woman in public.

……

Man! Revised version 5.

After outwitting Chongyun's aunt for so long, asking for love as a form of motivation isn't too much to ask, is it?