Star Beast World: Little Rose is the most beautiful female!

Chapter 32 Can I hold you while sleeping?
The shape of the rose is very similar to her, graceful and gentle.

This rose must be the body of the small plant.

He loved it.

But where is this place? How did they end up here?

When Stuart was puzzled, his vision suddenly darkened. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in his room.

The little plant was still beneath him, looking bloated.

There was still a dull pain on his face, as if he had been slapped.

"Get off me right now!" Jing Weisha ordered angrily.

But her voice was obviously weaker and more breathless than before, and her chest was still heaving violently.

What has she done? Why does she look so exhausted?

Stuart no longer felt the impulsiveness and heat he had just felt, and his body felt more comfortable than ever before.

He turned over and sat on the other side of the bed, tilting his head to look at Jing Weisha, "What's wrong with you?"

"You've drained all my mental energy." Jing Weisha answered, covering her dizzy head.

She had only intended to release half of her mental power to appease Stuart, but she never expected that this bastard would become uncontrollable after tasting a little sweetness, and while she was releasing her mental power, he sucked all of her mental power away!
When the orcs’ mental strength is exhausted, their bodies will be very weak and they will have no strength at all, just like the last time when they comforted Hilser.

But comforting Hilser requires both mental and physical effort, which is much more tiring than it is now.

"What is mental power?" As far as Stuart can remember, this is the first time he has heard this term.

"Spiritual power is the thing I used to comfort you just now and left in your spiritual sea. Does your body still feel uncomfortable now?"

"It's not uncomfortable anymore. I feel very comfortable."

"That's what keeps you from feeling uncomfortable."

"A pink light, huh?"

"That's right." Her mental power was a pink spot of light, like the petals of a pink rose.

Stuart nodded, not quite understanding, "Oh..."

He still wants it.

But she looked very tired and angry, and she would definitely be unhappy if I asked her again.

After her mental strength was exhausted, Jing Weisha was extremely tired and sleepy. This was a completely unfamiliar and dangerous place. She tried hard not to fall asleep, but her eyelids felt so heavy that they could not bear the weight.

When her eyes closed, she no longer had the strength to open them.

Stuart leaned sideways beside Jing Weisha, supporting his head and observing her for a long time.

The little plant breathed evenly and slept soundly.

This is his bed, and it’s time for him to sleep. I originally thought that the small plant should be transformed into a plant form and kept in a flowerpot. Since it occupies his bed, can he hold it while sleeping?
Ask first.

"Can I hold you while you sleep?" Stuart asked in a low voice.

Jing Weisha, who was soundly sleeping, snorted softly in response. If you analyze it in detail, it should be no.

"Okay, if you don't answer, I'll take that as your consent."

Stuart hugged Jing Weisha's slender waist, held her in his arms, covered her with a quilt, rested his chin on her head, and went to sleep.

The whole bed was filled with the scent of his favorite roses.

A bit of pink mental power passed through the thick wall, flew out of the room, floated down, and landed in the hands of a female-looking polluted being in the palace on the lowest floor.

"Female? Plant?"

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Jing Weisha was awakened by thirst; she was severely dehydrated at the moment!

In the dark little room, she didn't know whether it was daybreak outside, let alone how long she had slept.

The rose needs to be watered every day, especially when her mental strength is exhausted, she needs water to nourish her body.

She tried to stand up, but her elbow hit something hard and she heard a man's low, magnetic groan.

He touched it and confirmed that it was a man's hard and firm chest muscle.

There is another hand on her waist!

Jing Weisha pushed away the man's hand on her waist, climbed up like a frightened bird, and began to check her clothes.

Fortunately... my clothes are all intact and I don’t feel anything strange in my body, so nothing should have happened.

The room was too dark. The oil lamp had burned out long ago. There was no light at all and she couldn't see anything.

"Awake?" Stuart said in a hoarse voice.

In the pitch-black environment, his eyes flashed with icy blue light.

Jing Weisha's throat was about to split in pain. She pinched her throat and spoke with difficulty: "I need water."

"Water?" Stuart came back to his senses instantly.

By the way, she is a plant, of course she needs water. Without water, she will wither.

"Then wait here for a while, I'll get you some water." Stuart lifted the quilt and was about to get up.

"Take me with you, I don't want to be here alone, I'm scared!" Jing Weisha grabbed Stuart's arm and said urgently.

(End of this chapter)