Part 2
He heard her words. Róng Liáng: “I don’t mind.”
He didn’t mind, but she minded!! Mǐ Qiū just wanted to flee this place now. It was too terrifying. She absolutely couldn’t guess what this man was thinking, nor could she understand his inner world.
Contact with him felt like there was a barrier, making her feel like the blood in her whole body was about to solidify.
She had only one thought in her mind: would it be too late to open the door and call for help now?
Why didn’t she bring a tube of Guide pheromone from her backpack?
Mǐ Qiū regretted it immensely, until his light-brain rang, and the maid came to knock on the door.
Taking this opportunity, Mǐ Qiū opened the door.
Just then, Róng Liáng went to take a call. Mǐ Qiū looked at Mama Zhāng, who noticed her slight nervousness: “Miss Mǐ, did something happen?”
Mǐ Qiū remembered the maid’s slight trembling last night, so she asked her first, “Mama Zhāng, were you afraid of something last night?”
The maid was stunned for a moment before telling Mǐ Qiū, “Mr. Róng has always been very mysterious, rarely going out every day. I always feel his mood isn’t quite right.”
“How so?”
“Mr. Róng often appears particularly calm before getting angry. Last night, Mr. Róng was in that state.”
Sure enough, consistent with her guess. Mǐ Qiū quickly followed this topic and asked if he had skin hunger (touch starvation). She responded directly to Mǐ Qiū, “Mr. Róng has a history of this illness, but he hasn’t had an episode here.”
Could it be that Róng Liáng had an episode because she came?
After all, touch starvation only targets Guides. The maid suddenly understood something.
“Miss Mǐ, nothing will happen to you, right?”
Mǐ Qiū shook her head. “I’m fine. Does he usually take any related medication?”
“I’m not sure about that. I only serve Mr. Róng here. If he really took some medicine himself, I wouldn’t know.”
Then she couldn’t easily inject him with Guide pheromone, lest the drugs conflict, which would be bad.
“What does Mr. Róng mean about when he will leave?”
She asked this, and Mǐ Qiū said, “He might leave in a few days, but it’s okay, I’m not in a hurry.”
Obviously, Mǐ Qiū’s mind wasn’t on the island right now; she was thinking about the matter that scared her even more.
Mǐ Qiū was very uneasy at this moment.
Róng Liáng had finished his call by then, opened the closed door, and asked, “Mama Zhāng, something the matter?”
The maid said, “After-meal dessert. The oven timer went off; it’s just baked.”
Róng Liáng: “I don’t like sweets; make it for Guide Mǐ. But Guide Mǐ, our conversation doesn’t seem to be over yet?”
Mǐ Qiū couldn’t help but feel a headache. Was there anything else to say between them?
“Mama Zhāng, you can go down.”
Mǐ Qiū hurriedly followed behind Mama Zhāng. Róng Liáng leaned one hand on the door, smiling at Mǐ Qiū, and said, “I don’t seem to have let you leave yet.”
Sure enough, just as Mama Zhāng said, the calmer the man appeared on the surface, the crazier the soul breeding in the darkness within…
Mǐ Qiū quickly grabbed one of the cupcakes and said, “My favorite is cupcakes. The cream on top will melt soon. Eating here might drop crumbs on the floor, which isn’t appropriate. I’ll go downstairs so I don’t waste Mr. Róng’s kindness.”
Mǐ Qiū could only phrase it like this for now. After going downstairs, she swallowed the cupcake in her hand in one bite, but she didn’t taste anything for a moment.
After a long while, she dared to ask Mama Zhāng beside her, “Has Mr. Róng left?”
“Mr. Róng has closed the door.”
She escaped this time, but she couldn’t avoid what was coming next. In this situation, Mǐ Qiū absolutely wouldn’t face it alone. Commander Fù, Officer Qiū, where are you? But sometimes, one can only save oneself.
“There’s more. Does Miss Mǐ want to eat?”
“Yes.”
Mǐ Qiū said without hesitation. Food was the best way for her to resolve her emotions. Mǐ Qiū had only resolved dangerous situations in dreams, but this was the first time she encountered such danger in reality.
She was a bit flustered. She’d better check the situation on her light-brain later; at least she needed to think of a solution.
At this moment, the man’s words just now suddenly popped into her head: In that case, I don’t mind either.
Ahhhhhhhh!! Too hateful, too hateful! How can he be such a pervert?
She had to be calm, be calm. It was just a painting, it would only take a few days, just endure it and it would pass.
Besides, she only said to expose more of her skin, just wearing thinner clothes would do.
Anyway, she had been wrapped up tight these past few days and was indeed half-dead from the heat. Exposing some skin would let her breathe too.
Some posts on her light-brain were the results of searching for touch starvation:
“Is there any way? This is completely unsolvable. The prevalence of this disease in the interstellar is about 0.01%. If you encounter one, you can only consider yourself unlucky. And emphasize, it’s addictive. When a patient with touch starvation meets someone who makes them feel ‘thirsty,’ they will pester her endlessly, and it gets worse in the later stages. My husband is like this. This eccentricity is hard to eliminate, but fortunately, he can’t quit it at all, which benefits our marital life.”
Mǐ Qiū continued scrolling down. There must be other solutions. With robots and all kinds of black technology, couldn’t they develop a drug to resist it?
Then she saw another netizen say:
“There is still a solution, but it requires a relatively high-level Guide to do it. Using Guide pheromones is useless! The best way is to soothe the patient’s spiritual body, and it must be soothed effectively the first time, otherwise, the rebound will be even worse later. Don’t ask me how I know!”
Mǐ Qiū fell into a dilemma again. She wasn’t a powerful Guide; her hypnosis could only reach the passing line, and she didn’t know if it was stable. The last hypnosis work was rushed; at that time, Mǐ Qiū truly achieved a flow state. Mǐ Qiū herself didn’t know if she could maintain that state; it was a very accidental situation.
The comments under the post said all sorts of things. Information on the StarNet was mixed with truth and falsehoods; Mǐ Qiū needed to learn to judge the truth. After staring at it for a day, she didn’t research any result.
She directly searched for a few more words: Is touch starvation addictive?
In a pop-up window on the light-brain, she saw the answer: Yes, touch starvation has a certain addictiveness. The best thing you can do is stay away from the patient, or cut off the source directly. Mǐ Qiū was dumbfounded; the interface stayed in front of her eyes. Hehehehe~
So how to solve it? Use the soothing method? But she also knew very well that if the first soothing wasn’t successful, it would bring about an intensified addiction to her. She wouldn’t make a decision on this matter easily; she understood that some things weren’t groundless.
Mǐ Qiū suddenly felt that although this bed was soft, this house was beautiful, and the food was delicious, it couldn’t compare to the island, couldn’t compare to her Ruǎn Bái Bái…
Mǐ Qiū took a bath tonight. When she woke up the next morning, she took out a light yellow top that revealed a bit of her shoulders, a green skort, and put on a pair of silver crystal high heels. High heels were something Mǐ Qiū rarely wore because they hurt her feet, and she wasn’t used to the heel. Actually, twisting her ankle while walking was a common occurrence.
However, she just thought they looked good, so she brought this pair. Unexpectedly, they came in handy now. Anyway, Mǐ Qiū brought the most convenient clothes; this was the maximum extent she could expose her skin.
After breakfast, Mǐ Qiū knocked on his door, but no one answered.
“Miss Mǐ, are you looking for Mr. Róng? Mr. Róng hasn’t come back yet; he went out in the morning.”
As soon as Mama Zhāng finished speaking, the man walked in from the main gate.
Looking up, he saw Mǐ Qiū’s outfit. The corners of his mouth curved slightly, his gaze like a sharp blade, as if peeling off her clothes bit by bit…
Seeing him approach, alarm bells rang in Mǐ Qiū’s heart. The man’s gaze moved up inch by inch, saying, “Guide Mǐ Qiū, please come in.”
She always had a feeling of entering a tiger’s den. Walking in high heels wasn’t very stable; she almost fell just entering the door. The man supported her wrist. Mǐ Qiū shook off his hand, withdrawing her hand, but her ears burned red. Not because she was shy or anything, but because she wanted to escape him. With a click, the door closed.
Mǐ Qiū still maintained her vigilance towards him; her intuition told her that the man in front of her was extremely dangerous.
“Where should I paint?”
Róng Liáng: “I generally like being by the window. What about you, Guide Mǐ?”
“I can’t paint. Maybe for the scenery behind, the window is better.”
Róng Liáng was wearing such a refreshing light blue outfit, but he was still a pervert!
Mǐ Qiū sat on a chair, looking a bit cramped, worried she would pose wrong. The upright easel was placed in the direction Mǐ Qiū was facing sideways. The paintbrush was between his fingers. Róng Liáng squinted his eyes, seemingly wandering in the ocean of art…
Mǐ Qiū clenched her fists. Róng Liáng: “Relax! If you’re so tense, it makes me flustered too.”
She constantly adjusted her sitting posture, feeling that whatever she did lacked something, and he wasn’t satisfied. What should she do?
“The scenery behind is nice, but it lacks a bit of flavor. Why don’t Guide Mǐ lie on the bed?”
Hearing this, Mǐ Qiū’s brain instantly exploded, like boiling water in a pot, bubbling and churning.
“I can just adjust my posture again.”
“If you can’t adjust it well, it’s best to try another position for better results. I’ve always demanded perfection in my painting. If you can’t give it to me, I think it won’t just take three days.”
Three days was already tight; exceeding the deadline was absolutely out of the question. Mǐ Qiū absolutely couldn’t let that happen.
Then she would try lying on the bed. He just wanted to paint her, right?
Mǐ Qiū lay down on the bed. She imagined what a patient with touch starvation would request, and then came to a conclusion.
Róng Liáng needed her to take off her shoes. Mǐ Qiū took off the high heels; she already knew what he needed. Then she lay on the bed in a slightly charming posture, propping her head up with her arm, letting her hair flutter with the breeze outside the window. This should be fine.
“Not enough.”
Still not enough? So Mǐ Qiū revealed both her shoulders, completely exposing the line of her neck. This should be fine now, right?
She heard him say firmly:
“Still not enough.”
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