Chapter 148: She Doesn’t Want You Anymore~
The Zerg forces arrived with a ferocious momentum, disrupting the Sixth War Zone for nearly ten hours. It was only after the Insect King was successfully slain through the joint efforts of Hong Que and Rong Bai that the swarm finally retreated toward their nest like an ebbing tide.
Sen Ji wrapped up the final loose ends of his duties and stood up. Noticing that Rong Liang had not yet returned to the command center, his green tiger eyes flickered slightly.
He did not even need to guess to know exactly where the man was right now.
Remembering that Mo Yin was guarding Xie Qiang’s side, Sen Ji walked unhurriedly toward the command center’s exit.
Behind him, Yu Jin leaned lazily against his office sofa chair with his legs crossed, watching Sen Ji depart with an air of relaxed amusement.
As expected of an SSS-class Sentinel—even though he knew his Guide was being secretly coveted by numerous S-class Sentinels, he could still maintain such a calm and composed demeanor.
Was it absolute confidence that his Guide would not be seduced away, or did he simply not care who she liked, merely scheming to use her unique ability to purify his defective spiritual sea?
Sen Ji closed the command center door behind him and walked at a leisurely pace toward the living quarters.
After covering roughly two hundred meters, his footsteps paused slightly. Once he confirmed that his movements could no longer be heard by anyone behind him, he abruptly accelerated.
Taking long, rapid strides, his powerful legs practically blurred into residual shadows. Only when he drew close to Xie Qiang’s room did his pace suddenly slow down, returning to his usual walking rhythm.
Stopping right outside the door, Sen Ji reached out toward the lock. After a momentary hesitation, he withdrew his hand and pressed his ear flat against the seam of the door.
It was entirely silent inside, without a single sound.
Sen Ji suddenly let out a soft laugh at his own expense.
He had almost forgotten that it was currently four o’clock in the morning; Xie Qiang should have already fallen asleep.
No matter how lacking in Sentinel etiquette Rong Liang might be, it was impossible for him to appear inside Xie Qiang’s room at this hour.
Without pressing the intercom, Sen Ji directly swiped his keycard and pushed the door open to enter. To his surprise, the room was brightly lit.
He narrowed his green tiger eyes slightly. By the tea table, Mo Yin was seriously kneading a bowl of dough, while Rong Liang, wearing an apron around his waist, was elegantly shaping a small fish flatbread out of dough.
As for a certain little cat, she was currently splayed over the fluffy belly of a purple-eyed tiger, sleeping so deeply she seemed entirely oblivious to the world.
Wait… a tiger?
An alarm immediately blared inside Sen Ji’s mind. Seeing Xie Qiang lying completely defenseless on Zi Li’s belly with her hands tightly clutching the tiger’s fur, his face darkened instantly, and he strode toward her.
He reached out, intending to lift her up, but just as his fingers were about to touch her tranquil sleeping face, they retracted slightly.
Forget it. It would be bad if he woke her up.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Inside his spiritual sea, Bai Jin sat on the ground with its paws crossed, its voice dripping with mocking amusement.
“It’s all over. The little cat has fallen in love with another tiger. She doesn’t want you anymore~”
“Shut up,” Sen Ji barked coldly through their mental link.
Bai Jin was not afraid of him at all and strained its throat to repeat.
“She doesn’t want you anymore~ She doesn’t want you anymore~ She’s fallen for someone else’s golden hair and big tiger~”
Sen Ji directly blocked its voice.
Bai Jin snorted internally: Hmph, sore loser.
“Commander Rong certainly has a fine, leisurely state of mind.” Walking over to the tea table, Sen Ji sat down with his arms crossed. His cold gaze swept over Rong Liang, his tone laced with faint sarcasm. “To think you’re learning how to cook here instead of sleeping in the dead of night.”
“I heard from Mo Yin that this is Miss Qiangwei’s favorite food, so I wanted to learn it to win her favor.” Rong Liang raised his eyes slightly, his smile noble and entirely natural. “I must say, Sentinel Mo truly possesses the poise of a primary consort. To think he is actually willing to pass on such a secret technique to me.”
The corner of Sen Ji’s brow twitched, and he shot a chilly look at Mo Yin.
Mo Yin did not perceive the flying sparks between the two tiger Sentinels at all. Seeing Sen Ji staring at him, he assumed the man wanted to learn as well, so he pinched off a piece of dough and proactively handed it to him.
More labor meant more food, which would be enough to fill his own stomach.
It didn’t matter if the shapes were ugly.
The nice-looking ones would be reserved for Xie Qiang, while he would eat the ugly ones himself.
Inside his spiritual sea, Tian Lang stomped its wolf paws excitedly.
“Fight! Fight! Fight!”
“Primary consort… heh.” Sen Ji was practically angered into a laugh by those words.
Although he knew Rong Liang was merely testing whether Mo Yin had marked Xie Qiang and trying to provoke his own competitive nature so he would accept more Sentinels possessing her…
He still absolutely could not tolerate anyone believing Mo Yin was Xie Qiang’s favorite Sentinel.
“If you believe this is Mo Yin’s ultimate secret technique, then you are sorely underestimating him.” Sen Ji tilted his chin up slightly, a dangerous light flashing within his green tiger eyes. “What he is truly best at is climbing beds—especially beds that already have a master.”
You want to become Xie Qiang’s Sentinel?
Then you better prepare yourself mentally for a giant wolf to suddenly squeeze out from between the two of you while you are in the middle of sleeping.
Mo Yin, who was busy kneading dough, lifted his head and suddenly let out three loud sneezes.
He rubbed the tip of his nose with his forearm.
Someone was gossiping about him.
Rong Liang looked at Sen Ji with a half-smile, fully understanding that the man was mocking him for secretly “climbing the bed” while he was busy taking over the defense of the Sixth War Zone.
But so what?
If climbing the bed could grant him a thorough purification, he wouldn’t mind calling Yu Jin and Rong Bai over tonight to serve the little Ragdoll cat until she was thoroughly comfortable.
The two men stared at each other, their tiger pupils locked in a silent contest of wills. Finally unable to restrain itself, Bai Jin leaped out from Sen Ji’s spiritual sea and bounded toward Xie Qiang.
Useless master, you’re incompetent. I’ll handle this myself!
Standing right in front of Zi Li, Bai Jin swung its massive tiger paw and delivered a ferocious, resounding slap straight across Zi Li’s tiger face.
Suddenly receiving a heavy punch out of nowhere, the sleeping Zi Li shuddered violently and nearly leaped into the air.
Who! Who dared to slap this tiger’s face!
Zi Li looked around frantically but saw absolutely nothing.
It turned blankly to look at Rong Liang. Rong Liang glanced at Zi Li and instantly guessed that Sen Ji’s spiritual body had taken action. “Commander Sen truly cannot afford to lose.”
“Bai Jin simply has a比较 strong jealous streak, which cannot compare to Commander Rong’s vast, all-accepting ocean. I am certain Commander Rong would not lower himself to bicker with a spiritual body over such a trivial matter.” Sen Ji poured himself a cup of water and took a light sip before speaking unhurriedly.
Rong Liang shrugged. “Naturally. As a latecomer, how could I dare to bicker with a senior?”
The handsome, noble, long-haired Sentinel gently caressed the small fish flatbread dough on the table with his slender index finger, a meaningful smile rippling within his deep purple tiger eyes. “On the contrary, I feel a bit embarrassed. After all, Miss Qiangwei is currently purifying me…”
The tips of his fingers trembled slightly, a flash of raw desire surfacing deep within his eyes. “Was it also this incredibly comfortable when Commander Sen was being purified?”
Sen Ji’s face darkened instantly.
He turned his head to glance in Xie Qiang’s direction.
The girl was splayed over the tiger’s belly. Although she was wearing an outer coat, her slender, fair legs were entirely bare of clothing. At this moment, they were pressed tightly against Zi Li, transmitting her purification energy directly through skin-to-skin contact.
The stimulation brought by purifying directly through a spiritual body was evidently far more intense than direct physical contact with a Sentinel. Although Rong Liang appeared perfectly normal on the surface right now, the dense, warm purification energy had long since left him so aroused that he couldn’t even stand up to leave.
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