Chapter 96: Provoking the Masses' Wrath!

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Click.

Zhao Dezhu closed the door and left.

At this moment...

Ling Qiu finally cleared the soul imprint inside Cheng Youyou.

Of course, there are other ways to remove a soul imprint.

But to be safe, Ling Qiu decided to strike while the iron was hot—using the energy he had just infused into Cheng Youyou during their kiss to directly erase the imprint.

Soul imprints come in many forms.

If this imprint had quickly merged with the three souls of Cheng Youyou, it would be much harder to remove it later by other means.

Pop.

Finally, Ling Qiu released Cheng Youyou’s body.

Their parted lips even made a faint, tantalizing sound.

The instant he let go, Cheng Youyou’s body went limp. Despite her inner fury and overwhelming shame that made her expression very angry, the aftereffects of being possessed left her aching and weak, like a heap of rotten mud.

Ling Qiu effortlessly lifted Cheng Youyou into his arms—in a princess carry.

Then, gently and tenderly, he laid her down on his bed.

“Ling Qiu... you... stop pretending to be some nice guy here!!”

Once lying on the bed, Cheng Youyou finally turned around, her face flushed red as if burned, filled with both shame and anger.

Ling Qiu said calmly, “First, I’m not a nice guy, nor do I like those so-called nice guys—I’m not pretending. Second, I handled you gently because you’re weak right now and need to rest.”

He placed a hand on her forehead.

Immediately, a warm heat spread from his palm through her entire body.

Cheng Youyou was surprised to feel a warm current, like gentle sunshine enveloping her.

This warmth even slightly eased some of her inner shame and anger.

The coldness that had enveloped her began to lift, and the soreness gradually faded.

She felt her fingers and arms could move slightly.

“What... what exactly did you do to me?!”

Cheng Youyou demanded.

Ling Qiu answered calmly, “Saved your life. No need to thank me.”

Thank me???

Cheng Youyou was stunned by his words.

My goodness!

Could this shameless Ling Qiu be any more audacious?!

“You’re lying!! You... just now... clearly took advantage of me!! No, that’s not right—why did I suddenly... not remember anything for a moment?! And then when I came to, you were already...”

Trying to recall, Cheng Youyou was genuinely puzzled.

What had happened just now?

Why was there a blank spot in her memory?

“Did you... drug me???”

Suddenly, Cheng Youyou asked.

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Ling Qiu smiled wryly, “Did I give you water or treat you to a meal?—Drug you? How? By spreading it in the air you breathe?”

Cheng Youyou was speechless!

Exactly...

Then why was she like this? What actually happened?

Ling Qiu certainly wouldn’t reveal the truth about spirits to Cheng Youyou.

No matter how real it sounded, ordinary people just wouldn’t believe in ghosts and demons.

Even if Cheng Youyou believed it, it would only cause her unnecessary trouble.

So Ling Qiu simply lied once and for all, “You just suddenly fainted.”

“Suddenly fainted?”

Cheng Youyou frowned.

Though she didn’t quite trust Ling Qiu’s explanation, it seemed the most reasonable conclusion.

“Then why did you just...?”

Obviously, she meant the kiss they had just shared.

Ling Qiu casually replied, “I was giving you artificial respiration.”

Artificial respiration?

Yeah, right!

Does artificial respiration happen standing up?!

Before Cheng Youyou could say more, Ling Qiu said suddenly, “Also, don’t be so naughty next time.”

Naughty??

How was she naughty??

Cheng Youyou was baffled.

Ling Qiu said, “I was giving you artificial respiration. Once you woke up, you patted my back and I knew. Why did you stick your tongue out?”

Cheng Youyou: ????

Ahhh!!

“Ling Qiu! I... I... I’m going to kill you!!”

Ling Qiu suddenly laughed.

He said that jokingly to distract her.

After all, these things were better not overthought—they only seemed weirder the more you dwelled on them.

“Alright, just rest here.”

With that, Ling Qiu stood up.

“Hey!!”

Cheng Youyou called after him.

Ling Qiu turned back, “What?”

Cheng Youyou bit her lip, her face still flushed, carrying a hint of indescribable shyness.

“Did I really... just suddenly faint?”

“Yes.”

“Were you really giving me artificial respiration?”

“Yes.”

“You’re lying... how do you do artificial respiration standing up...”

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“Believe it or not.”

Ling Qiu was too lazy to argue.

Cheng Youyou bit her lip again and asked, “Be honest... did you take advantage of me while I was unconscious... do you... like me?”

As she uttered the last words, her breath quickened, and a shy blush crept over her heart, as if a little deer had bumped inside.

“Think whatever you want.”

Ling Qiu didn’t want to keep talking. He pushed the door open and stepped out.

Outside, he quickly inscribed several talismans on the doorframe.

This was to prevent other spirits from barging in recklessly again!

Though the talismans were on the door, their protective effect extended to the windows as well.

The protective magic covered the entire area.

...

At this very moment.

The boys’ dormitory.

Ling Qiu’s room.

Ling Qiu’s bed.

Ling Qiu’s quilt.

Ling Qiu’s pillow.

Lying here was a stunning beauty named Cheng Youyou, the school’s top campus belle.

If this news ever got out, the halls would echo with the sound of countless boys’ heartbreak today!

Cheng Youyou lay dazed on Ling Qiu’s bed, still weak and powerless, struggling to lift her arms and fingers but failing.

In the end, she gave up.

She thought, just as Ling Qiu said, she would lie here and rest.

Taking deep breaths to calm herself, her mind was filled with the memory of the kiss with Ling Qiu...

The intertwining of their tongues...

The exchange of warmth and moisture...

And...

Ling Qiu’s unique masculine scent...

For a moment, Cheng Youyou felt...

Maybe the whole experience wasn’t so bad after all...

She breathed softly; the bed still carried Ling Qiu’s scent.

She sensed a strange aroma on him—like smoke, but not the unpleasant kind other men carry.

This smoky scent was cool, even carried a subtle, special fragrance.

Lost in these jumbled thoughts, Cheng Youyou gradually fell into a deep sleep...

And that unique scent belonging only to Ling Qiu...

In her subconscious, like a brand, etched itself deeply alongside a lingering question:

“Ling Qiu... does he... like me?”