Ming Mengmei was absolutely furious at the new principal’s criminal behavior, wishing she could rush forward and give the guy two solid punches.
However, as a frail academic, Ming Mengmei weighed her “weak chicken” physique—which struggled even to run 800 meters—against the new principal’s reputation as a “meat grinder” of the military department…
Ah, if I rush up now, I’ll just end up dead, hey!
Why am I so useless!
Ming Mengmei’s hands shook with rage. Trembling with indignation, she took several more photos as evidence of the principal’s “ironclad crimes,” repeatedly muttering to herself: “Dying cannot prove one’s ambition, but living can fulfill it,” and “I am a righteous media person,” and so on.
This continued until Wen Fei, half-carrying and half-embracing Jiang Shixue, led her away.
Jiang Shixue was gently placed onto the lamb’s wool blanket of the aircraft seat, with a cup of warm water thoughtfully placed in front of her.
The aircraft switched to autopilot mode.
Wen Fei sat beside Jiang Shixue, patiently and meticulously gathering Jiang Shixue’s slightly messy golden hair into a pretty little bun.
The strands had been brushing against the back of her neck, irritating the gland that had been bitten to the point of damage. Tying it up made her feel a bit better.
Once Wen Fei finished tying her hair, Jiang Shixue remained slumped softly in Wen Fei’s arms like a puddle of liquid.
Wen Fei picked up the warm water, tested the temperature, inserted a straw, and fed it to Jiang Shixue’s lips, making it easy for her little girlfriend to take small sips.
Inside the quiet aircraft, the only sounds were the hum of the engine, the patter of light rain, and Jiang Shixue’s faint swallowing.
Watching Jiang Shixue’s low-spirited appearance, the unfulfilled Wen Fei recalled how Jiang Shixue hadn’t responded to her invitation earlier. Suddenly, a realization struck her, and a suspicion grew in her mind:
Does Jiang Shixue like to play with me while I’m asleep, but doesn’t like doing it when I’m awake?
Wen Fei recalled a health education book she had read. It said that every individual has their own unique preferences, and unique preferences in the bedroom are called “fetishes.” A preference for doing it while the other party is asleep is a fetish known as “Somnophilia.”
Could this be Jiang Shixue’s fetish?
She felt quite conflicted.
On one hand, according to very serious popular science books, fetishes are neither superior nor inferior. If one discovers a fetish, there is no need for guilt or change; one should simply accept oneself.
On the other hand, Wen Fei felt that if Jiang Shixue truly had such a fetish, it wasn’t exactly healthy, and it made things difficult for her. Shouldn’t those things involve both parties? If she was sound asleep while Jiang Shixue did whatever she wanted, what did that count as?
Wen Fei looked at Jiang Shixue’s profile as she sipped from the straw—beautiful and young—and sighed softly.
Is my thinking really too old-fashioned? Perhaps this kind of fetish was widely popular among young people today, even mainstream, while she was like an old relic of a past era, unable to easily accept it.
Jiang Shixue was truly young, nothing like herself.
Should I really continue with such a young girlfriend?
The back of Jiang Shixue’s neck still throbbed with the lingering pain of being licked and bitten by Wen Fei, and the tips of her ears were flushed a burning red with shame.
Jiang Shixue pursed her lips and didn’t say much, allowing herself to be held and cared for by Wen Fei without protest.
Her plan was to provide “self-sacrificing” affection and then bombard Wen Fei with messages…
In the end, it had turned into being protected, cared for, served, and accommodated by Wen Fei…
Ugh. Such a strange feeling.
Jiang Shixue didn’t know what to do for a moment.
Should she continue playing the part of a troublesome, clingy brat and subject Wen Fei to “hot violence”? But the back of her neck hurt; she couldn’t quite take it…
Or should she talk to Wen Fei about what just happened? But how could she bring up the fact that she had been so well-protected? It was just too embarrassing.
The two of them were lost in their own thoughts, surrounded by an awkward silence.
The cup of warm water was sucked dry by Jiang Shixue.
Wen Fei set the transparent glass aside and gently stroked Jiang Shixue’s gland, which was covered in tooth marks, finally speaking first:
“I’m very sorry. I couldn’t hold back just now and made the back of your neck like this. Ice it when we get home and apply some ointment; it will recover by tomorrow.”
As Wen Fei spoke, her warm breath brushed against the back of Jiang Shixue’s neck. Jiang Shixue’s neck turned red—whether from the warmth or from shame, it was hard to tell.
Nestled in Wen Fei’s arms, Jiang Shixue gave a muffled “Mm” and said, “No need… no need to apologize.”
“Mm, you are always so understanding of me.”
Wen Fei brushed away a stray lock of hair from Jiang Shixue’s temple.
“After today, my heat will be over,” Wen Fei rubbed Jiang Shixue’s reddened ear. “You’ve worked hard during this time. Rest well after we get back. I’ll take you back to school tomorrow.”
Being cared for so comfortably, Jiang Shixue felt a hint of reluctance. Words spilled out before her brain could catch them:
“Mm, actually, a life without classes is also quite…”
But before Jiang Shixue could finish, the aircraft suddenly blared an alarm—
“Beep— Beep— Beep—”
“Under attack by unknown starships. Automatic defense activated.”
A holographic image was projected in front of them. Over a dozen flying vehicles blocked their path.
The automatic defense was triggered almost instantly.
Despite this, the aircraft vibrated violently after being hit.
Alert, Wen Fei quickly grabbed the aircraft’s control stick.
Even a military aircraft equipped with backup power could not withstand the continuous bombardment of a dozen starships’ light cannons with just a protective shield.
The aircraft swerved in a thrilling maneuver, narrowly dodging the subsequent shots.
After stabilizing the craft, Wen Fei didn’t forget to turn her head and ask considerately: “What were you just about to say?”
Jiang Shixue was also startled by the incident.
Having left the comfort of Wen Fei’s embrace, she could no longer say what she had intended to say.
“No… nothing,” Jiang Shixue’s entire face was tinged with a faint pink, feeling sheepish about her previous thought. Her mouth remained “harder than a lightsaber”: “Your arrangements are very good, I have no objections.”
“Mm, good.” Wen Fei nodded, not prying further, and focused her attention on the combat situation.
No wonder it was so quiet around them; the starships ahead were clearly prepared, having set up an ambush on this spatial corridor in advance.
And now, seeing their first strike missed and knowing a follow-up would be harder, they sent an optical wave toward them.
The aircraft received the wave and automatically decoded it. A few words appeared in front of them—
Jiang Huan.
Wen Fei frowned at the text, noticing from the corner of her eye that her little girlfriend’s face had turned incredibly pale.
Just as terrible as it had looked back in the bamboo grove.
In Wen Fei’s perspective, the “kitten” who had been in a state of shock suddenly stood up, her muscles tensing instinctively. She stood straight and rigid as if facing a great enemy, her face ash-gray and devoid of any expression.
For Jiang Shixue, anything and anyone related to the past were triggers for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
She didn’t know if Wen Fei was that “Sister,” but regardless of whether she was or not, she knew nothing of Jiang Huan—the heir to a vast commercial empire—or the past that had driven Jiang Huan toward death.
Jiang Shixue could feel her aura beginning to change visibly.
When facing potential enemies, she was never a “laying flat” salted fish or a fragile student; she was always a strong and tough SSS-class Alpha.
The Alpha Tequila pheromones began to surge uncontrollably within her body like a demonstration of power.
The nightmares of the past swept over Jiang Shixue. Her head throbbed with a rush of blood, and for a moment, it felt as if she had returned to that rainy night she could never let go of.
Watched by countless eyes, betrayed by the person she respected most—it was pathetic, and utterly ridiculous…
Her senses began to magnify; the sound of bones cracking became clear, and the spasms brought by intense pain were tangible.
Jiang Shixue’s body began to tremble slightly, the signs of losing control emerging.
A wave of profound sorrow swept over her.
But after the wave passed, it touched a patch of tenderness!
Like a miracle, or a divine revelation…
“Don’t be afraid, baby.”
Wen Fei took one of Jiang Shixue’s hands and firmly embraced her trembling body, gently stroking the top of her head and her back.
“Does it feel a bit better to lean on me?”
Wen Fei gently stroked her gland, like licking the fur of a stressed kitten.
“It’s okay, it’s okay.”
“We will be safe. Trust me, okay?”
Wen Fei’s body enveloped Jiang Shixue, and under her soothing touch, Jiang Shixue’s rioting pheromones gradually calmed down.
Jiang Shixue stayed in Wen Fei’s arms for a long while before finally coming to her senses.
Seeing the color return to Jiang Shixue’s face, Wen Fei let out a sigh of relief, leaning down to kiss her forehead: “It’s okay, baby. Don’t be afraid.”
Jiang Shixue felt a sourness in her heart, along with an indescribable feeling. Buried in Wen Fei’s embrace, she felt like crying.
She couldn’t deny that she actually felt a sense of “aggrieved dependence” from being spoiled.
After pretending to be a troublesome girlfriend for so long, Jiang Shixue seemed to have truly started relying on Wen Fei, even wanting Wen Fei to handle everything for her.
Even if it was her own past karma catching up and causing trouble, she wanted Wen Fei to settle all her messes.
Jiang Shixue clutched Wen Fei’s sleeve, her voice carrying a hint of coyness she didn’t even notice:
“Make them all go away, okay?”
“I’m so scared.”
“I only want to be with you.”
Hearing this, Wen Fei felt relieved and nodded silently: “Okay.”
Without waiting for the aircraft to automatically decode the long string of optical waves that followed, Wen Fei’s long, powerful fingers gripped the control stick.
She gripped it so hard her fingertips turned white.
Tsk, is this whole group just a bunch of dark, twisted freaks lusting after Jiang Shixue?
Why are there so many love rivals?!