Let them offer their loyalty!-Chapter 1611 - 670: Larilo: Sis, Qiu Tu, What Are You Doing?

Hearing Zhao Ji's words, Qiu Tu couldn't help but lower his head, only then noticing that on the floor of this pitch-black room, countless points of starlight had appeared—he hadn't even realized when.

Each point of starlight was the size of a fist, glowing gold, and scattered across the floor like a line of guiding markers. Clearly, all this was arranged by Zhao Ji.

Seeing this, Qiu Tu stared blankly for a moment, then couldn't help but silently marvel at Zhao Ji's quick wit.

Qiu Tu wanted to use this healing session as a chance to break through the boundaries between him and Zhao Ji. Zhao Ji had likely sensed this subtle shift, and had been on guard all along.

Just like when they entered the room, Zhao Ji had set up a small magical formation on Qiu Tu, restricting the overflow of his spiritual power so he couldn't scan her with it while she was changing clothes.

And now, Zhao Ji employed another special technique to draw away all the light from the room, so, whether Qiu Tu opened his eyes or not during the healing, he'd be unable to see her body.

It could be said that her defenses were flawless—she didn't even have to gamble on Qiu Tu's character.

No wonder, anyone who could climb to the top in that brutal world is no fool.

Fortunately, Qiu Tu hadn't planned to actually do anything questionable this time anyway.

Thinking this, Qiu Tu steadied himself and, following the path of golden light, turned and walked slowly forward.

Oddly enough, though his room was small and just a few steps should have led him to the bed, this time he walked seven or eight steps and still hadn't reached it.

In this world of all-consuming darkness, space and distance seemed to lose their meaning entirely.

He walked another seven or eight steps before the final golden light transformed into a golden cushion at the end.

And right then, Zhao Ji's voice rang softly in his ear, "Sit down."

This healing session was supposed to be Qiu Tu's proposal and arrangement, yet at some point, Zhao Ji had taken control of the entire pace.

But Qiu Tu was very clear about his place—he wasn't Zhao Ji's match right now, so whatever she said, there was nothing for him to oppose.

So, obediently, he sat down on the cushion.

As Qiu Tu sat, Zhao Ji's cool voice sounded by his ear again, "I'm right in front of you. Begin your healing."

Hearing Zhao Ji, Qiu Tu blinked, then asked, "Zhao Ji, you're right in front of me now?"

As he spoke, Qiu Tu hesitated, then said, "Can I check your position first?"

"My spiritual power has been blocked ever since entering the room, and now I can't see a thing, so I really have no concept of distance."

Qiu Tu wasn't lying this time—he was genuinely serious.

No matter the creature, once both vision and spiritual power are cut off, you'd lose all spatial perception. Right now, he truly couldn't sense Zhao Ji's position.

Perhaps she detected the honesty in his tone—after a brief two-second silence, Zhao Ji slowly replied, "Alright."

With Zhao Ji's permission, Qiu Tu suddenly felt a little nervous. He swallowed, squeezed his hands, then flattened his palm and slowly reached forward.

Zhao Ji must have calculated the distance perfectly; Qiu Tu only extended half his arm before he gently touched warm skin.

Zhao Ji was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman Qiu Tu had ever seen—her features were so exquisitely drawn, she seemed to have stepped straight out of a painting.

And when people encounter something so beautiful, they can't help imagining it even more wondrously.

For example... every time he saw Zhao Ji, Qiu Tu always thought she was probably incredibly clean, clean enough to have not a single strand of body hair.

And, each time he saw Zhao Ji, Qiu Tu would imagine her skin would be unfathomably soft and smooth.

But now, as his hand made contact, Qiu Tu realized... even his imagination fell short.

Forget "soft and smooth"—this was like a perfectly boiled egg: not just soft and silky, but absolutely delicate and springy to the touch.

And... Qiu Tu wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but the moment his hand touched her, he felt Zhao Ji's body tremble ever so slightly.

He froze, and suddenly spotted a flaw in Zhao Ji's whole plan:

Sure, with all light drawn away, they truly couldn't see each other, but... after all, when vision is out of the picture, the sense of touch gets magnified ten times!

This thought sent Qiu Tu's mind to a bold new place.

He extended a single finger, slowly tracing along the smooth arc of Zhao Ji's back.

Sure enough—even though it was just a feather-light touch, the darkness amplified everything so that they both felt a strange, electric jolt the instant their skin touched.

And Zhao Ji's body trembled even more each time his finger moved across her back.

But, strangely... Qiu Tu's daring movements didn't earn any scolding from Zhao Ji.

It was as if she'd utterly forgotten about it, staying silent.

Seeing this, Qiu Tu's eyes brightened. He thought for a moment and, as though receiving tacit approval, spread his hands wider—gently sliding them along the silky curve of Zhao Ji's back like a massage...

At the same time...

In Eastern City, at Larilo's villa.

Larilo suddenly woke up with a start.

As a God in the "Life Reproduction" branch, she naturally slept naked, so when she sat up sharply, the thin blanket slipped off her, unveiling a scene straight out of springtime dreams.

But, at the moment, she didn't care about any of that at all.