After the time travel, my cheat program disappeared.

"No!!!" Shiya instinctively tried to sit up, but she hadn't eaten anything since last night.

He was tormented by Ran Meng for so long, and she planted the "heartstrings" to erase his memories.

When she was found in the morning, she looked extremely haggard. She was served some soup by her aunts and sisters-in-law, but she didn't drink much before she pretended to be dead because of the social death.

Later, when Shi Yan used the "Snow Cold Skill" to help her dispel the Gu poison, she almost fainted.

Shiya's waist went limp, and she collapsed back down.

"Hey?"

The woman felt a pang of anxiety as she looked at Shi Yan's seemingly disappointed face.

"I...I mean..." she frantically tried to find an excuse, "I like to sleep with my blanket on."

"If Ayan and I sleep together..."

“I also really like to sleep while holding Xiaxia. I can’t fall asleep if no one holds me.” Shi Yan gently squeezed Shi Ya’s hand.

"I...I even bite people in my dreams."

"and--"

"I..." Shi Ya's voice softened as Shi Yan drew closer, "A-Yan..."

Shi Yan was almost pressed down on the bedding, reaching out to brush away the woman's damp bangs.

Does it hurt a lot?

"What?"

"You're sweating a lot." Shi Yan pulled down the covers, listening to the woman's rapid, pounding heartbeat. "Here..."

She was drawing circles.

Does it hurt a lot?

"No..." Shiya wanted to turn her head away. She looked at the girl who was quietly listening to her own heartbeat, and bit her lip.

Shi Yan held Shi Ya's hand tightly and slowly infused it with spiritual energy.

The woman's eyes glazed over almost instantly.

"I will make you pay the price—" Shi Yan said slowly, looking at the red thread wrapped around Shi Ya's heart, which was deformed by the pressure.

The light of "Heartstrings" flickers, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.

Upon hearing Master's words, the silk thread tightened even more.

Shi Yan raised his head and whispered in Shi Ya's ear, "Excuse me."

A surge of spiritual energy poured in instantly.

bang bang-

bang bang-

My heart is pounding rapidly.

Shiya's hand loosened almost limply.

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That night.

After Shi Yan finished tidying everything up, she took off her silk skirt, slipped into the quilt, and gently embraced Shi Ya.

The woman's body was burning hot and slightly sweaty from the torment of the poison.

Curled up in Shi Yan's arms, Shi Ya felt dizzy and disoriented, as if she had broken down.

"Goodnight—" Shi Yan gently rested her chin on Shi Ya's forehead and hugged the woman tightly.

All that was left was Shiya, looking pitiful with tears streaming down her face.

She bit her lower lip and finally gave up resisting.

But... in the courtyard, it seemed that she wasn't the only one suffering. In her dizziness, Shiya overlooked a very, very crucial piece of information.

Shi Yan said, "As for the other side... Sister Su Huai will be staying there."

They didn't take Shiya's thoughts into account.

Soon, Shi Yan was drawn into a dream.

That's right—

I was drawn into a dream.

Shi Yan noticed something was wrong.

To describe it, it was like stepping into someone else's dream.

The surroundings felt both strange and familiar.

It's familiar because Shi Yan often comes to this place.

Yinghua City, huh?

The reason it felt unfamiliar was because Shi Yan always went straight to the Inner Cabinet when he came to Yinghua City, and rarely went to the vicinity of the main hall.

Guided by some kind of will, Shi Yan went up to the second floor of the building and then pushed open the door of a side room.

A pair of dark red eyes opened in the darkness.

“Shiyan—” Qirou’s voice was almost sickly.

Shi Yan saw the woman's appearance clearly.

She lay back on the recliner with her legs spread apart, wearing only a fitted black silk dress.

If it were a different girl, Shi Yan would definitely be very interested by now.

But... the girl's expression was cold.

"Ran Menghuan?"

She certainly didn't think this was just a simple dream.

Sister Suhuai once said that.

I will see Ran Meng again sooner or later, even if... it's just in my dreams.

While Mingming was still reclining on the chair, in the darkness, a pair of soft, cool, lotus-root-like arms wrapped around Shiyan's shoulders from behind like snakes.

"It is I, your humble servant..."

She rested her chin on Shi Yan's shoulder.

The scene changed in an instant.

Shi Yan realized that she was already lying back on the recliner, wearing only a thin, almost invisible black silk dress.

Not only that... but his wrists and ankles seemed to be entangled by snakes, making it impossible for him to move.

It even gave Shi Yan a chill down her spine.

Ran Meng was still kneeling on one knee on the recliner, her dark red eyes both charming and wild.

"Now--"

"You're mine now..."

She leaned down towards Shi Yan.

We are determined to win.

This is a dream I control; this is my own domain.

Ran Meng now only wants to savor the abundant fruits of victory.

Shi Yan simply remained expressionless as he pushed the "Snow Cold Skill" to its limit.

Just before going to sleep—

She has already comprehended the "Snow Cold Skill" to the tenth level.

"Returning to simplicity and authenticity".

The feedback effect of "Snow Cold Skill" was reversed in an instant.

Part 189: The teacher's words are so rich they're almost overflowing. [3K words, first update]

"Eeya ya ya ya ah—"

The mournful cries gradually rose in pitch.

When the "Snow Cold Technique" is cultivated to the tenth level, the feedback effect is reversed instantly, and it directly becomes the "Star Absorbing Technique".

When facing Ran Menghuan, Shi Yan certainly wouldn't hold back.

They are doing everything they can to take everything from the other party.

Energy, physical strength, spiritual energy... everything that could be extracted was completely drained by Shi Yan.

But... the mournful cries that reached my ears even sounded somewhat soft and familiar.

Before Shi Yan could have a chance to think further, the entire bizarre and fantastical dream had shattered.

Shi Yan felt as if he were in a bottomless pit, with everything around him collapsing and fragments swirling upwards.

When I opened my eyes again, I was greeted by a ceiling that was both strange and familiar.

The Shi family's standard cloud pattern on a dark background.

However, the ceiling in Shi Yan's room was slightly different. The decorations on the walls were more feminine, making the room look more like a normal girl's room.

An alluring fragrance wafted into my nostrils.

Shi Yan realized that he was drenched in sweat.

It's just... not my own sweat.