Chapter 105: Witch's Sweet ASMR, The Loyal Princess Consort's Continued Training (3)
"Don't make that face. My request is simple—I just want to lift my mood a bit."
"Your enchanting witch's voice is quite nice. Just give me a little sample of the pure version."
Su Qing bluntly stated his request.
After all, tomorrow was a life-or-death situation, so it was necessary to find some relaxation.
As for eating her up—now wasn't the right time. No need to rush it.
A witch's voice was a divine gift. It would be a shame not to take advantage of it.
With her naturally celestial voice, combined with his guidance, it would be the ultimate enjoyment.
Long Ye's face showed a bit of confusion, clearly unsure what exactly he meant.
But she quickly found out.
After hearing his request, the witch's expression became very strange.
It wasn't that she was unwilling—she just seemed hesitant to speak.
"It's just a small request. Surely you can't refuse me?"
Su Qing said with a smile.
"If that's all, I suppose there's no reason to refuse."
Long Ye hesitated briefly but eventually nodded.
The request was strange, but it was much more lenient than what she'd imagined.
She leaned close to Su Qing's ear and began whispering softly.
There were no actual words, just gentle melodic syllables.
Soft and indistinct, but enough to make the heart itch.
Su Qing closed his eyes to enjoy it for a moment, but then shook his head.
The technique was there, but the emotion was lacking.
She wasn't hitting the right spots—that wouldn't do!
Even though his request was simple, she still had to meet his standards—he wasn't about to accept half-hearted work.
Long Ye had no choice but to follow his instructions and adjust her tone.
After two adjustments, it still wasn't quite right.
Su Qing quickly lost patience and decided it was time to personally lend a hand.
His method was simple and direct.
*Smack!*
Long Ye, who had been trying her best, was suddenly smacked on her ass.
"Mmm…"
Her body stiffened instantly, and a soft whimper slipped out, adding a delicate, trembling quality to her voice.
Su Qing didn't remove his hand. He closed his eyes, fully savoring the beautiful sounds now filling his ears.
The heavenly voice echoing beside him felt like a cat gently scratching at his heart.
This feeling was absolutely unparalleled.
By contrast, Long Ye felt utterly uncomfortable.
At first, she thought the request was simple, but she quickly realized something.
Wasn't her current state basically that of a ragdoll cat curled up in her master's lap?
And she even had to use that strange tone—it felt so weird.
What was even more frustrating… if you're not planning to actually do anything, can you not just keep teasing me?
It's torture for me too, okay?
The witch secretly peeked at Su Qing's expression.
He had his eyes closed, his face radiating pure bliss, with no sign of wanting to go any further.
That left Long Ye feeling both depressed and frustrated.
Are you serious? I'm literally lying in your lap!
I'm this seductive—do you really have no thoughts at all?
The witch felt a little disappointed, and a strange idea popped into her mind.
Could it be that he's actually not interested in me?
Maybe he's only playing along because of the Empress' orders, and that's why he's being so half-hearted?
Once the thought took root, she couldn't shake it off.
Unconsciously, she pressed herself even closer, trying to make sure he could feel the curves of her body.
Sure, she couldn't compare to some overly developed women, but she was still growing!
After her past humiliations, the witch was now starting to show signs of taking initiative.
Even she didn't realize how much she was changing.
Moments later, the special service finally ended.
Long Ye's face was flushed red, her eyes darting around nervously, her mind screaming "I'm dead!" over and over.
How did I get so bold, clinging to him like that—I even almost kissed him!
"Alright, from now on, you're my probationary partner."
"Tomorrow, you're coming with me as my bodyguard. I need to assess your abilities."
Su Qing acted like he didn't notice her flustered expression and continued speaking.
Long Ye, filled with complicated emotions, gave a quiet response.
Probationary partner still needs an evaluation—how troublesome. And why do I have to be a bodyguard?
Inside the Ye Family residence.
Ye Xueyi sat by the window, resting her chin on her hand, gazing outside.
Her slender figure was wrapped in a white dress, her long blue hair fluttering gently in the breeze.
That cool and ethereal aura could mesmerize anyone who saw her.
However, at this moment, the goddess' eyes held a trace of melancholy.
What troubled her was that everything Su Qing predicted was coming true.
The elders were secretly plotting something behind her back.
They had even gone out of their way to ensure she didn't find out.
Why were they hiding things from her? Wasn't she also part of the Heavenly Dao Sect?
Whenever she thought of this, Ye Xueyi felt suffocated.
But there was an even more pressing concern—tomorrow's assassination.
On the surface, it was an attempt to kill the Empress—but secretly, the real target was him!
The confident smile of that young man flashed through her mind.
Would he get hurt tomorrow?
Even though she knew the entire plan, there was no guarantee something unexpected wouldn't happen.
Blades have no eyes—they were coming to kill him, after all. They wouldn't show mercy.
What if something unforeseen occurred… what if something went wrong?
Would she… never see him again?
A strange, indescribable emotion welled up in her chest—more painful than being deceived by her sect.
Then she quickly realized how inappropriate her feelings were.
Why would I care about that scoundrel's life or death?
Ye Xueyi quickly gave herself a reasonable excuse.
Yes… it must be because she was worried about the sect's future.
If something happened to him, the sect would be dragged down with him—that would be catastrophic!
So, it was perfectly normal to want him to survive.
The proud goddess was swift to act, but her stubbornness meant she refused to be honest with herself.