After leaving the world of all NPCs

Kiana stomped her foot hard on the hard terrazzo floor, and felt an intense sense of emptiness, similar to withdrawal reaction, exploding inside her body.

The white and neat teeth bit the lower lip tightly, leaving clear teeth marks.

She had always been half-hearted, reluctant but willing...but this time, this time he actually refused to give it to her at all?

The desire that was forcibly suppressed, like lava with its exit blocked, instantly found a new outbreak point.

Why can he just leave when he says so?

Why?

Kiana also got angry and said, "If I don't obey you today, this matter will not be over!"

The winding stone path glows like jade under the suspended lanterns, and on both sides are blooming everlasting glazed peonies, with the petals rolling with a fluorescence like morning dew.

The air was filled with a strange fragrance mixed with cool sandalwood and sweet cakes.

This is not a scene created by nature, but an extension of some kind of precise will.

Those pale pink "pastries" floating in the air are proof of this.

They have the round outline of glutinous rice balls, exuding an enticing sweet fragrance, yet they rotate slowly and unreasonably, floating quietly among the corridors with carved beams and painted buildings, embellishing this dreamy Chinese garden.

"Is it impossible to create life?"

Ruan Mei walked through it with slow and gentle steps, as if she was walking on water.

The jet-black hair was loosely tied up, with a few strands falling on the side of the graceful neck.

The eyes are a very unique malachite color, deep and tranquil.

The modified cheongsam is like flowing ink painting, with deep black and moon white as the base, rendered layer by layer. At the high slit of the skirt, the fair skin is faintly visible under the hazy black gauze.

The shoulders are meticulously cut out, and the hanging tassels in the same color sway gently with every step.

On the slender neck, a necklace made of rubies and pearls reflects a warm and fiery light under the lantern light.

The pure white shawl has longer tassels that trail behind her. The tail of the shawl is embroidered with winding mountains, mysterious discs and snow-capped plum blossoms. The back is ingeniously cut into several flowing ribbons, like the tail feathers of a crane.

The gold bracelets, leg rings, and even the subtle hollowing out on the side waist are all perfectly inlaid with plum blossom patterns, and the golden double helix structure is hidden in the gaps between the gorgeous decorations.

The fingertips were wrapped in black gloves as thin as a cicada's wing.

With every step, the silk flowers embellished on the toes and heels swayed silently.

Her destination seemed to be a matter of whim.

He paused and stopped in front of an elegant, unattended shop on the side of the road.

The shop was open, with no clerks, only a small ebony table with several plates of exquisite snacks scattered on it.

There is osmanthus jelly that is as crystal clear as amber, puff pastry with layers as clear as blooming roses, and tart pie that is dotted with fresh raspberries and blueberries and exudes a refreshing fruity aroma.

Ruan Mei's eyes swept over and fell on the small raspberry tart. She stretched out her hand wearing a black gauze glove and picked up the palm-sized pastry with her fingertips.

He stared at the raspberry without any worldly concern.

Then, she slightly opened her lips and took a tiny bite with her pearly teeth.

The tip of the tongue rolls over the cut portion and the lips close.

After a long time, Ruan Mei gently swallowed this little taste, her lips moved slightly, and a cold voice sounded like broken jade thrown into a plate, echoing in this silent garden.

"The lips and teeth are the most sensitive, so a small bite is all it takes to judge a pastry. I prefer seasonal ingredients like fresh fruits, flowers, and trees, capturing a moment of life is more likely to trigger a dopamine response."

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze finally falling on the figure who had quietly sat down on the bench beside her without her noticing.

"What do you think?"

Ye Zuochen just sat there, as if he had already been a part of this place.

"I think... they're all about the same." He swallowed his snack and said nonchalantly, "After all, the universe is so vast. There are countless delicious and unpalatable things, interesting and boring things."

Ruan Mei looked at him quietly, her eyes seemed to be able to scan every cell signal under his skin. "Yes, the universe is too big, and there are too many raw materials."

A brief silence filled this strange garden.

Ruan Mei's gaze did not move away from Ye Zuochen, but became more focused.

That attraction went beyond what all her biological models and genetic maps could explain, like a puzzle that could not be deconstructed by logic, and it touched the depths of her thinking.

After a long moment, she spoke again: "Is this 'pure beauty'? Or... something else?"

Ye Zuochen turned his head to meet her scrutinizing gaze, "This is power. It can move the hearts of others."

Ruan Mei didn't know what power was, nor did she know how they defined power, but she understood the meaning behind it.

"No wonder I can't control my heartbeat and thoughts even though I've eliminated the three insects. My reproductive instinct is urging me to mate with you."

"Do not."

Ruan Mei frowned ever so slightly. "It seems to be more than just a reproductive instinct. Based on the descriptions of most specimens, this could be called 'love.'"

Ye Zuochen casually flicked his right index finger in the air, and a ray of light instantly penetrated into Ruan Mei's smooth eyebrows.

"I know you don't like verbal communication. You think words are redundant and restrict your thinking, making it noisy and sad. So, I've just organized this information for you to digest."

The data entered is an introduction to each universe, as well as some research conducted by Lala, Velvet, Precious, and others.

And his own activities in the Godkiller multiverse.

Ruan Mei's body tensed up imperceptibly for a moment, and her eyes were less pure scrutiny and more understanding, with an almost indifferent realization.

"So that's how it is. It's not that complicated..."

Although the content was very complicated, with Ruan Mei's calculation ability, she could digest it all in a blink of an eye.

Ruan Mei's gaze did not linger on Ye Zuochen's face, but slid down along the line of his arm, which was casually placed on the bench, and landed on the outside of her thigh, which was covered by the high-slit hem of her cheongsam.

"You seem to have a special liking for my legs?"

"What a magnificent leg," Ye Zuochen said, unabashedly admiringly, gazing admiringly at the captivating curves beneath his palm. "Proportionate, firm, with flowing lines. The elasticity of the muscles and the delicacy of the skin are near perfection... like a meticulously crafted piece of biological art."

"But playing like this always feels... boring."

"Can you give me some reaction?"

"If there's no reaction, won't it be the same as before when it was in NPC status?"

Ruan Mei just turned her face slightly, her expression remained calm, as if the hand that was repeatedly wandering on her skin had nothing to do with her: but the words that came out of her mouth were shocking.

"Don't stop, dear. This feeling is very interesting."

Ye Zuochen paused in his caressing motion. "I didn't expect you to be so cooperative. I thought a geek like you would be more rational."

"Rationality?" Ruan Mei repeated the word softly, then shook her head. "Humans overestimate logic. Clinging to rationality can lead to becoming a slave to emotion. Science is born from enthusiasm; it's a gift."

"What do you mean?"

Ruan Mei said calmly, "Logic has been tamed by the gods. Logic serves specific lives. Why should we place logic on a pedestal?"

"Indeed." Ye Zuochen's fingertips unconsciously tapped twice on the delicate skin. Then, remembering something insignificant, he abruptly changed the subject. "By the way, how did you get in?"

Ruan Mei explained, "The Fool of Joy found the Black Tower Space Station, hoping to get some sponsorship for her performance. The Black Tower was very interested in her because she had been hunted by Kakamu before, but failed. That's why I came in."

"I always feel like I skipped a lot of things." Ye Zuochen unconsciously drew a small circle on her thigh with his fingers. "But, I can also imagine how you and Wei Erwei were struggling."

"Kakamu cannot kill those blessed by this 'Unknown Realm.'" Ruan Mei's voice remained steady. "So she can only choose to give up."

"She sees herself and the genius as pawns of the Star God, believing that what she is doing is what the Star God wants her to do..."

Having said that, she turned her gaze back to Ye Zuochen's face, "Although now it seems that she was right to think so."

"But at least she won't do anything to Miss Weiwei for the time being."

"Alright." Ye Zuochen finally lifted the hand that was on Ruan Mei's thigh. "Ruan Mei, your luck isn't very good, or rather... very good."

"I've just entered sage mode recently."

"So, I won't be directly 'matched' with you for the time being."

For this kind of genius, it is more practical to help him come up with ideas first rather than playing with his body.

"..."

Extremely tiny cracks appeared on Ruan Mei's face.

It's not anger, nor loss, but more like the annoyance of missing key data when a precise experiment is unexpectedly terminated.

The fingers wrapped in black gauze gloves curled unconsciously on the knees.

The next moment, she turned her head abruptly and looked straight at Ye Zuochen.

His eyes were no longer cold, distant, or merely observing; instead, they burned with a thirst for knowledge so strong as to be almost brutal.

She leaned forward slightly, closer to Ye Zuochen, and the few strands of hair hanging from her forehead almost touched his shoulders.

"Please be my partner."

"I want to follow my current mood and experience this novel perception."

"This kind of 'good feeling' that goes beyond logic and genes."

Ye Zuochen: “…”

No, sister, what's wrong with you?

Compared to the body, especially the body that I have played with many times, and with your expressionless and unresponsive face, the brain is more valuable, right?

"alright."

What else can I do? Just obey her.

After a long time.

Boom!

The loud noise of the door being slammed open by brute force shattered the silence of the garden.

Amidst the flying wood chips, Kiana's figure rushed in, wrapped in the illusory light from outside, and her white ponytail swung in a sharp arc in the air.

"You bastard! Didn't you just tell me you were in cooling mode?!"

Sharp accusations instantly filled the small shop filled with sweet fragrance. The deep blue eyes were filled with anger and were immediately fixed on Ye Zuochen. They fiercely brushed across his face with a lingering lazy charm, and then swept towards the waistband of his pants that was being slowly pulled up.

Ye Zuochen raised his eyelids and looked at the furious white-haired girl at the door, casually pointing his finger to the side.

"Chong Chong, she is willing to give birth to a child for me, can you?"

Ruan Mei kept a completely out-of-the-way attitude, not even raising her eyes to look at Kiana who had intruded, or responding to Ye Zuochen's words that were obviously provocative.

She just lowered her head slightly and concentrated on adjusting the ink-colored variant cheongsam on her body.

The buttons on the hem were carefully fastened one by one, smoothing out the tiny wrinkles on the silk caused by entanglement.

She didn't even glance at the black lace shorts and matching panties stacked on the ebony table next to her.

After finishing tidying up, she calmly sat back in her original position, her posture as elegant as if she had never left.

Then, Ruan Mei stretched out her hand, which was covered in a thin black gauze glove, and reached for another white porcelain plate on the small table.

The plate contained some kind of pure white sauce with a delicate texture and a faint milky aroma.

She picked up a small piece of almond pastry that had been placed on the edge of the plate with her fingertips and dipped a corner into the thick sauce, getting just the right amount.

Then, calmly bring the snack to your lips and take small bites.

The sound of chewing was particularly clear in the tense air.

"How could that be possible!" Kiana stared at Ye Zuochen, as if she wanted to burn two holes in him with her gaze. "After all, that's just the 'Holy Spirit', just a kind of energy! Although it can breed 'elves' in our bodies, it has absolutely no blood relationship with you! Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?!"

Ye Zuochen looked at Kiana's frustrated but logical rebuttal, was slightly stunned for a moment, and then a smile of surprise and approval appeared on his face.

"Chong Chong, do you have a brain?"

"That's right! I'm really smart!" Kiana instinctively puffed out her chest, a flicker of smugness from being praised flashing across her face, but then she suddenly realized, "No, I almost got interrupted by you, you bastard!"

Ye Zuochen snorted loudly and turned away, as if he was annoyed to look at her any longer.

Just when Kiana had no place to vent her anger, a cold and calm voice interrupted.

"I see..." Ruan Mei swallowed the pastry stained with white sauce and looked at Ye Zuochen. "It can give birth to life in this way. I am very interested in the 'Holy Spirit' that my dear mentioned. Can I try it?"

When Ye Zuochen heard Ruan Mei's request, he shrugged indifferently: "I don't mind. It doesn't stop me from loving you anyway."

"Love?" Kiana seemed to be burned by the word.