Chapter 230: What If I Took It Seriously? (Seventh Update)

“Next time, don’t joke around like this. What if I took it seriously?”

Ye Wenxin knew that Long Qingyue had always been such a vile witch. However, she ironically found that no matter what kind of joke Long Qingyue made, it seemed she would always believe her, only to realize much later, that she had been tricked.

It was the same now, just in a different way, but Long Qingyue was still Long Qingyue.

“There’s no helping it. Life is too boring, so I always want to do something interesting.” Long Qingyue sat up straight and touched her own leg. She felt Ye Wenxin come up to her, squat down, and touch it too.

“Still no sensation at all?”

“None.” Long Qingyue shook her head. Only at this moment did her eyes reveal a trace of extra emotion.

If there was one thing Long Qingyue regretted the most, it would be her legs.

She had gained a lot—supreme power, the magic items and divine weapons that everyone desired. But as a price for winning the dignity of being Long Qingyue, she lost her legs.

No one dared to say Long Qingyue wasn’t successful. This example, whether presented on Earth, in any virtual space, or in various movies, novels, and scripts, would make everyone feel nothing but awe towards Long Qingyue.

Ye Wenxin didn’t mention that she had obtained the [Soul Suppressing Eighteen Needles]. She didn’t want to give Long Qingyue a nice surprise, only to see her disappointed.

So, she silently helped Long Qingyue massage her unfeeling legs.

Long Qingyue didn’t refuse Ye Wenxin’s goodwill. Instead, she looked at Ye Wenxin’s focused expression and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Probably no one would believe that the mighty Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng would end up as someone else’s foot-washing maid.” Long Qingyue joked, trying to lighten the serious atmosphere from earlier.

“It’s not so bad. After all, you’re so beautiful, Yue’er.” Ye Wenxin complimented her without any hint of flattery.

She seemed casual, but was actually testing several acupoints, trying to find a way for Long Qingyue to feel pain.

If this first step was successful, Ye Wenxin believed she would eventually be able to fully heal Long Qingyue.

Long Qingyue continued to smile, not taking Ye Wenxin’s compliment to heart. Seeing Long Qingyue’s relaxed attitude, Ye Wenxin naturally lifted Long Qingyue’s skirt.

In that moment, a flash of panic crossed Long Qingyue’s eyes. She tried to press her skirt down to prevent Ye Wenxin from seeing clearly, which left Ye Wenxin puzzled.

“What are you doing? We used to bathe together.”

“That was out of necessity; now it’s different.” Long Qingyue helplessly blocked her, at this moment finally resembling an ordinary urban white-collar worker, fending off a persistent hoodlum tugging at her skirt.

“I’m just going to look at your legs.”

“It’s precisely because they’re my legs that you can’t see them.” Long Qingyue stubbornly pressed her skirt down, feeling that this situation was exceedingly bizarre.

Ye Wenxin felt rather baffled, but couldn’t say she was examining for medical reasons. Instead, she boldly squeezed Long Qingyue’s calf a few times.

“You… even if I can’t feel anything, don’t do that.” Long Qingyue was slightly stunned.

She was beginning to suspect that Ye Wenxin was trying to retaliate for her earlier teasing by humiliating her in this way.

“I’m not doing anything. What’s with that look, Yue’er? I’m really not a pervert.”

Ye Wenxin saw Long Qingyue’s expression becoming increasingly strange, and spent a long time explaining before Long Qingyue finally understood that she was just touching out of curiosity.

Next, Ye Wenxin made an effort to change the topic, and Long Qingyue followed along. They began discussing recent events, exchanging information, and avoiding any further awkwardness.

Despite the pleasant conversation, Ye Wenxin didn’t stay too late. As it approached midnight, she suggested leaving.

“Already?”

“Yes, I told you I’m really busy.” Ye Wenxin awkwardly ran her fingers through her hair. She had reverted to her usual self and was looking out the window.

Not far away, Xiao Zhang was still waiting, making Ye Wenxin feel that enjoying herself here was too selfish.

Long Qingyue seemed to understand Ye Wenxin’s thoughts and, smiling, said, “I didn’t expect you to have a day when you’re considerate of others, Wenxin.”

“I’m always considerate, okay?” Ye Wenxin felt even more embarrassed, her mind conjuring up more strange images. She realized that she had always put herself first.

“Oh, then I look forward to the day when it’s not me coming to find you, but you coming to find me.” Long Qingyue hugged her quilt lightly, not intending to persuade Ye Wenxin to stay any longer……

That night, Long Qingyue had finished everything she planned. As for their next meeting, she truly didn’t know when that would be.

A week, a month, a year…

Or perhaps, one day, Ye Wenxin might completely forget about her.

“Cough, for sure, for sure. I’ll be going now.” With that, Ye Wenxin fled from Long Qingyue’s room.

As soon as she stepped outside, Xiao Zhang excitedly embraced her, the hug so tight that Ye Wenxin could hardly breathe.

“Wenxin, I’m so glad you’re alright.”

“What nonsense are you talking about? I just took a nap.” Ye Wenxin felt quite touched. She turned to look at the building behind her, but Long Qingyue was nowhere in sight.

Xiao Zhang still looked at her with concern, her eyes slightly red, probably torn between loyalty and love, and feeling anxious alone due to her worry for Ye Wenxin.

Seeing Xiao Zhang in this state, Ye Wenxin couldn’t bring herself to say anything harsh. She realized her heart was softening more and more……

Meanwhile, after the two voices had moved far away, Long Qingyue lifted the quilt and quietly got out of bed.

If Ye Wenxin were still here, she would have discovered that Long Qingyue was walking on her own two legs.

But she walked with great difficulty, as if enduring immense pain. Each step seemed to double her suffering. Even so, she continued towards the table, but those few steps left her in agony.

The black cat watched its mistress, Long Qingyue, with deep concern, not understanding why she was pushing herself so hard.

Even if it meant using a forbidden technique that made her body ten times more sensitive, she had to stand up.

Despite not understanding Long Qingyue’s intentions, the black cat kept its eyes fixed on her, ready to become her cushion at any moment.

Noticing the black cat’s gaze, Long Qingyue gave a strained smile and finally reached the table. What would have been a simple action for the average person was incredibly arduous for her.

Reaching the table, she sat down with some difficulty, feeling the touch of the chair and table more intensely.

She panted heavily, looking at her overly sensitive body, somewhat regretting using the secret technique.