Imprisoning Conan

“I know how to turn her back into a human.” Conny slowly regained his composure from his panic, and his words left Joelle overjoyed. However, Luoxuan did not press for more details. He simply waved his hand at Luochan. “Lock him up for now.”

Luochan nodded and escorted Conny down to the basement. Su Mo’s expression showed her unwillingness; as she walked past Joelle, her amber eyes flashed with venom before she followed Luochan out.

Joelle had not yet recovered from her surprise when, behind her, Luoxuan suddenly went pale and collapsed to the floor. Startled, Joelle crouched beside him, calling his name, trying to help him up. But as her hand brushed his sleeve, she felt a thick, sticky liquid. Looking closely, she saw her hand stained with scarlet—her black eyes shimmered faintly red, a sharp pain twisting in her heart. So the dark patches on his shirt weren’t sweat after all, but blood.

Joelle’s touch pressed against his wound, and Luoxuan drew a sharp, cold breath, his face growing even paler. He parted his lips to speak, but before he could utter a word, Joelle rushed to the bathroom to wash her hands, suppressing the red glimmer in her eyes, then hurried to the fridge to fetch a bag of blood to feed him.

Luoxuan managed a weak smile for her. “Heh, this is the first time I’ve been in such a sorry state. Did I frighten you, Jojo?”

Joelle shook her head, a lump in her throat as if stuffed with cotton, rendering her mute. She covered her eyes with her hands, tears soaking her palms. Luoxuan gently pulled her hands away, coaxing her as one would a child. “Don’t cry, Jojo. I’ll do everything within my power to help you become human again, so don’t worry.”

Joelle could only nod through her sobs, her beautiful dark eyes clouded with mist. After a long moment, she asked in a hoarse voice, “Are you still in pain?”

“It doesn’t hurt. The wound is already healing. But…” Luoxuan grinned mischievously and leaned in close. “If you call me Brother Luoxuan, I’ll heal even faster.”

Joelle broke into laughter through her tears, turning away in feigned annoyance, but a smile blossomed on her face as pure as a white rose in full bloom.

“Luochan, do you really have to help Joelle become human again?” Su Mo’s voice carried a hint of dejection as she emerged from the basement. Luochan’s face was shrouded in icy frost, yet guilt crept into his tone. “Yes. After all, I owe her a lot.”

“Then promise me you’ll only ever love me.” Su Mo didn’t dwell on the question, but voiced her true feelings directly.

Luochan gently caressed her cheek, two figures intertwining in his mind. After a moment’s pause, he answered solemnly, “I only love you. Don’t let your thoughts run wild.”

Su Mo wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest, but her face remained troubled. A small voice kept echoing in her heart: It’s no longer possible now.

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Friend: You’re not planning to have Su Mo save the world, are you?
Yuning: That’s actually a pretty good idea~