Chapter Twelve: Little Xi’er Takes Action

After confirming that Ling Feng truly “did not notice” the unusual behavior of the three of them, Mei, Bronya, and Seele finally breathed a collective sigh of relief, their hearts gradually calming from the frantic fluttering like startled fawns.

Yet perhaps influenced by the recent video, their gazes involuntarily kept darting toward Ling Feng, who sat there diligently working.

If men tend to look handsome when focused, then Ling Feng at this moment was nothing short of a walking hormone, radiating an irresistible charm that captivated everyone.

As they watched, a subtle dissatisfaction arose within each of the three girls, as if their most treasured secret had been peeped at by someone else, leaving them feeling shortchanged.

Prometheus was truly something else—how could someone let others see the expression of their brother, Ling Feng? It should have been kept just for them to enjoy privately.

Indeed, the promotional video recently released was personally edited by Prometheus.

This was also why the promotional video was published so quickly this time.

At the time, the entire publicity team was both surprised and honored, since Prometheus usually ignored such simple tasks, deeming them lacking technical challenge.

“Huh? The publicity team actually finished the video so quickly this time?” Ling Feng suddenly spoke while the three girls were lost in their daydreams, clearly unaware that this video was Prometheus’s handiwork.

“Buzz!”

Ling Feng lightly swiped his finger across the desk, activating the public projection port in front of him. Instantly, a bright, vivid blue beam shot out, projecting his holographic screen into the air in the center of the office, capturing the attention of the three young ladies.

Turning to them with a smile, Ling Feng said, “I wonder how well they edited it. Want to watch it together?”

The eyes of Mei and the others immediately brightened, and they nodded decisively.

They hadn’t had enough of it earlier anyway.

Meanwhile, perceptive Seele noticed that Ling Feng’s water cup was empty. She stood, took his cup, and thoughtfully refilled it before bringing it back.

Then, under the admiring gazes of Mei and Bronya, petite Seele naturally and skillfully slipped into Ling Feng’s arms, obediently sitting on his lap.

Ling Feng opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing more.

In truth, that morning over breakfast at home, he had gently expressed to Seele his wish that “Seele, you’re a big girl now; you should learn to sleep on your own.”

But the little girl had feigned ignorance, pretending not to understand, leaving Ling Feng at a loss.

In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to repeat the reminder, because although she pretended not to listen, when she lowered her head, her azure eyes shimmered with a trace of crystalline tears...

Unwilling to see this little angel sad and crying, Ling Feng swallowed the words lodged in his throat.

With this in mind, Ling Feng reached out to embrace the little girl’s slender waist, gently holding her close as if cradling an exquisitely delicate doll.

What he didn’t notice was that, after he did this, the little girl—her back turned to him—curled the corner of her mouth into a subtle smile, and her sea-blue eyes sparkled with joyful excitement.

[It, it really worked—the other me’s advice was truly effective.]

Although being so bold in front of Sister Bronya and Sister Mei made her a bit shy, compared to being distant from her brother, this was nothing.

[Of course. I’ve long seen through this guy’s true nature—he’s way too soft-hearted. If you act a little weaker, he’ll surely feel sorry for you and won’t say things about you sleeping alone anymore. Yes, that’s it, Seele, be a bit more proactive.]

[I, I understand, other me...] (Seele.SteamPrincess.jpg)

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In a dense jungle, a black-haired youth walked slowly amidst the thick foliage.

After enduring the brief confusion upon awakening, memories surged into his mind like a tide. The youth recalled the events leading up to his slumber.

Although desperate to find his sister whose safety was unknown, his powers were sealed, and he knew nothing of this world. Even if he wanted to search, he had no idea where to start.

Knowing he couldn’t wander aimlessly like a headless fly, the youth suppressed his anxiety, calmly choosing a direction to follow, intending to keep moving until he met an intelligent being capable of communication.

Only then could he confirm the nature of this world and devise his next plan.

Originally, his sister had awakened him from his slumber and immediately wanted to leave this world.

Though puzzled by her actions at the time, as her brother, he resolved to accompany her in leaving this world first.

Exploring one less world was no great regret compared to honoring his sister’s wishes.

However, just as they were about to depart, they were intercepted by an unfamiliar deity. Though he did not know who this being was or its purpose, the words exchanged revealed it to be an enemy.

A fierce battle was imminent, but he had severely underestimated the power of the white-haired deity. As a result, “Xi” was captured, and he was not spared...

Recalling this, the youth’s eyes darkened with worry.

What was Xi’s fate now? Was she still in the grasp of the white-haired one, or like him, trapped in slumber somewhere in this world?

What exactly had happened? Why was she so eager to leave?

She seemed to have awakened earlier than him; why didn’t she wake him from the start?

And that so-called “Sustainer” deity...

Thinking of the god, the youth instinctively looked up to the sky. Through the mottled gaps between the leaves overhead, far above, he vaguely saw a mysterious island shimmering faintly in the boundless heights.

If his memory served, it was from there that Xi had intended to lead him away from this world—and where they had been intercepted.

(Though I don’t know who you are, you’d better not have harmed Xi. If she suffers even the slightest injury, I will make you pay a hundredfold, no matter the cost!!!)

His hands clenched into fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked under the strain.

The cold, piercing glare in the youth’s eyes as he stared at the sky seemed able to pierce through the endless firmament itself.

“Help! Help~!” “Help!!!”...

At that moment, a panicked cry for help came from afar, growing nearer, as if someone was fleeing danger and running toward him.