Dong'er was lost in thought. Previously, she thought she might need decades or even longer to pay off that massive debt, but now it seemed that if she could become the Sea God, a living First-Level Deity, her ability to earn money would surely be much stronger than it was now. At that time, paying off the debt to Big Father and Second Father would certainly be much easier. As for the debt she owed the President for the God Position...
Dong'er looked up at Kong Mingan, her pinkish-blue eyes blinking. In an inquiring tone, she asked, "President, can I serve as your bed-warming maid to pay off the debt?"
Kong Mingan: "—"
Qiu'er: "???"
Qiu'er couldn't help but turn to look at Dong'er. No, sister, wake up! Do you know what you're saying?!
Kong Mingan remained quite calm. He raised an eyebrow slightly, showing a bit of surprise, then his gaze drifted slightly toward Qiu'er beside him. He said softly, "Qiu'er already is. You're late."
Qiu'er: "?!!"
Qiu'er turned back to Kong Mingan again, her eyes glaring with extreme dissatisfaction. No! What the hell?! Who is?! I'm doing that for Sovereign Sister! I'm not some bed-warming maid of yours!
Qiu'er frantically denied it in her heart, but on the surface, she didn't say a word... After all, she really couldn't bring herself to say those words. If she spoke up, wouldn't that be equivalent to self-confirmation?
That was absolutely out of the question!
Hearing this, a flash of surprise crossed Dong'er's eyes. Then, she turned to look at the silent Qiu'er. Qiu'er subconsciously looked away, appearing guilty. Dong'er was suddenly enlightened yet helpless. After thinking for a moment, Dong'er turned back to Kong Mingan, her pinkish-blue eyes blinking, and then said in a clear voice, "It's also fine if I'm with Qiu'er. Just consider it... me sharing her burden?"
Qiu'er: "??!"
Qiu'er turned to look at Dong'er once more, her eyes filled with disbelief. No, Dong'er, what on earth are you trying to do!
Kong Mingan was momentarily silent. This time, even he felt the direction of the conversation had become a bit too bizarre.
Dong'er's words just now were naturally a joke. Who told this President of hers not to explain clearly from the start, making her nervous, moved, and even guilty for nothing?
It was only reasonable to play a little joke to get back at him. However, the President himself didn't seem to react, while Qiu'er looked guilty instead, which made her unsure of what to say.
But, if she really could use bed-warming or something to pay off the debt, she probably wouldn't be against it, right?
Dong'er was lost in thought.
"Alright, stop overthinking and let's get down to business."
Kong Mingan shook his head slightly, pulling the straying topic back. Hearing this, the slight curve of Dong'er's lips also flattened a bit, and she sat up straighter, showing a ready posture.
Her President would perform a surgery-like procedure on her Soul roughly every month or two; she was very familiar with the process.
In the distance, seeing Dong'er ready, Kong Mingan didn't waste time. He extended a finger, and the extremely faint silver-white halo swirling at his fingertip slowly pointed toward the phantom of the Sea God Martial Soul floating beside him. At the moment the halo touched the forehead of the Sea God Martial Soul, Dong'er's body on the sofa in the distance trembled violently. She couldn't help but let out a very soft groan. She frowned and gritted her teeth hard, enduring the indescribable pain bursting from the depths of her Soul. The Sea God Martial Soul was connected to her Soul, as natural as an extension of her body on normal days. But at this moment, her President's operation was not a simple touch, but a deeper level of stripping. That feeling was like someone carefully peeling off a tightly adhering layer of skin from the surface of her Soul, used to correct its form.
With the silver light flowing from his fingertip, Kong Mingan's movements didn't stop for a moment. The face of the Sea God Martial Soul phantom, which bore some resemblance to Kong Mingan's, began to ripple like water, quickly melting and fading away. Then, a clearer, more exquisite face, full of a young girl's unique softness and elegance, slowly emerged. This face was remarkably the projection of Dong'er's own true appearance. However, at this moment, the face still appeared somewhat illusory and unstable, like ripples on a lake surface, with faint waves. Meanwhile, the azure divine robe originally on the Sea God Martial Soul was also being finely adjusted, becoming more fitted to this newly revealed girl's figure, taking the form of an azure dress. It lost some of its divine majesty and gained more of a young girl's grace and agility. The entire process was by no means easy for Dong'er.
"Ugh..."
Her breathing became heavy and short, and fine beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. A mixture of slight stinging, intense tingling, and a certain tremor originating from the depths of her Soul constantly washed over her nerves. She subconsciously hugged one arm tightly with her other hand, while the other hand unconsciously pressed onto the sofa beneath her, her fingers curling forcefully. Her legs involuntarily pressed together, and the arm pressing down was held by her legs, rubbing slightly, as if trying to alleviate that strange feeling of having nowhere to focus her strength. However, her body was swaying, as if she might fall to one side at any moment. Seeing this, Qiu'er hurriedly reached out to support and hold Dong'er, only to find that Dong'er's body temperature was abnormally high and she was trembling slightly. "Dong'er?"
"I-I'm fine..." Dong'er managed to speak, her voice carrying an imperceptible slight tremor. "This is... normal... It's just my Soul and Spirit being... deeply touched..." she explained with effort, trying to make herself sound calm. But this feeling was truly too strange. It wasn't as if her body was being touched directly, yet the sensory impact brought by this stripping and fixing sensation, originating from the Spirit and going straight to the Soul, was exceptionally clear. Pain and strangeness intertwined, and the two different sensations layered together, making the feeling extremely uncomfortable. Fortunately, although it was difficult, she could barely endure it. At least, she wouldn't make any strange noises or lose consciousness and talk nonsense.
Dong'er panted softly like this, leaning half of her body against Qiu'er for some support. Qiu'er subconsciously held her tight, feeling Dong'er's body in her arms was soft and slightly hot, and her breath also carried an unusual heat. No, was this really a normal reaction to a Spirit adjustment? Why did it feel so strange?
She couldn't help but look up at Kong Mingan not far away.
Kong Mingan was fully concentrated. The silver-white halo on his fingertip was lightly brushing over the cheeks, eyes, and lip lines of the Sea God Martial Soul phantom that shared Dong'er's appearance. Every time it brushed over a part, the face that had been rippling like water would be fixed, no longer in chaos.
Qiu'er looked at Kong Mingan's seemingly normal actions, then looked down at Dong'er in her arms, whose face was flushed, who was panting in small breaths, and whose body was trembling slightly. No matter how she looked at it, it was strange. Was this really not some strange remote play being conducted through the Spirit?
(End of Chapter)
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