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The sensation of their souls touching made Ying feel as if fireworks had exploded in her mind, rendering her completely thoughtless.

The suppressed affection and burning desire in the other's eyes made Ying's heart race and cheeks flush.

Xiao Bai, seeing the situation, discreetly retreated into the depth of her consciousness, not wanting to disturb their intimate moment.

Zhuque nuzzled Ying's cheek and sighed, "Ying, I love you."

Upon hearing this, Ying was momentarily stunned. It had been years since she'd last heard Zhuque say these words to her.

But her feelings now were entirely different from the past; no more hesitation or ambivalence, no more desire to run away.

She just wanted to respond, to tell him that she too loved him, with an insane passion and unwavering devotion.

Burying her face deep into Zhuque's neck, inhaling his scent, Ying silently promised herself that soon, very soon, they would be completely united.

She was unwavering in her determination, vowing to overcome any challenge that came their way.

Two people in love, two hearts beating in sync for each other.

Somewhere along the line, their lips met again, with the delicate flutter of butterfly wings and soft breaths.

Even in the pristine, colorless space around them, the coldness couldn't extinguish the fervor burning in their hearts.

Zhuque kept his gaze firmly on the person in his arms, not wanting to blink even for a second.

Every expression, every gesture of the person he held, captivated him deeply.

The person in his embrace was so docile and compliant, showing full trust and dependency, making Zhuque feel he had finally achieved his heart's desire.

The melding of their souls caused both to experience an unparalleled tremor.

Faced with an intensity that seemed to reduce her to ashes, Ying neither could nor wanted to resist, only wishing to offer even more to him.

After what felt like an eternity in this space, they finally paused.

Ying lay contentedly in Zhuque's arms, lifting her head to kiss the corner of his lips, her eyes brimming with undissolved tenderness.

Seeing this, Zhuque, unable to resist, leaned down to reciprocate the kiss, gently imbuing her with a sliver of spiritual strength.

Ying knew that her lover was showing concern for her, and so she accepted his kindness without resistance.

They spent wonderful days in this realm, but after all, matters outside were of greater importance.

For a lasting togetherness, Ying had to part ways with Zhuque, even if just briefly.

With a lingering grasp on Zhuque's hand, Ying whispered, “Zhuque, I must leave now. I will gather the fragments as swiftly as I can, so we can be together forever.”

Zhuque nodded somewhat despondently, nuzzling Ying's nose and sealing it with a kiss.

Every time he watched his beloved hustle for their sake, he couldn't help but feel a mix of guilt and heartache.

However, it must be said that he also anticipated the wonderful memories he would make with Ying in their next little world.

Once matters here were resolved, he was determined to lavish his beloved with compensation.

Lost in these thoughts, Zhuque gazed deeply at Ying.

Reluctantly, he transformed once more into a fiery red orb, merging into the sea of consciousness.

Only after Zhuque departed did Xiao Bai reappear.

Back in the system space, Xiao Bai no longer maintained a human form but reverted to a small white serpent.

Although Xiao Bai was concerned about the enemies they encountered in the previous dimension, the melancholy from the first two worlds was now absent.

In the past world, he and Tian Dao had shared a lifetime of sweetness, deepening their mutual trust and affection.

He knew that even if they were not human in the next world, his love would find a way to stand guard by their side.

Both Ying and Xiao Bai were invigorated at the moment, spiritedly embarking on a new world.

Chapter 151: Post-apocalypse (1,2)

Awakening once again, Ying stretched lazily, feeling too weary to open her eyes.

It appeared this fatigue was a result of the original host's prior actions.

In her recent traversals, Ying had fully acclimatized to the sensation of journeying between small worlds.

However, even before she opened her eyes, the sharp scent of chemicals assaulted her nostrils, causing her to sneeze.

Frowning slightly, Ying opened her eyes to see a large desk before her, cluttered with bottles and jars.

Looking down at her white lab coat, if not for the sharp chemical odor, Ying would have suspected she had taken on the role of a doctor, just like in a previous world.

In fact, in this realm, he was indeed somewhat of a doctor, though Ying, currently bereft of these memories, was unaware.

Waving dismissively, Ying was not fond of these smells.

Particularly with his heightened senses, such scents made him even more uncomfortable.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Ying stood up, intending to take a thorough look at his surroundings.

However, the reflection in the mirror portrayed an indifferent face, surrounded by the aura of a mad scientist.

Tugging at the slightly yellowed collar, he wondered about the intense dark circles and disheveled hair.

The original host was undeniably good-looking; a casual smirk made him seem both wicked and captivating.

The pallor of his face was extreme, not a shade any healthy human should have.

His eyes bore a hint of redness, which Ying assumed was a result of the original host's sleepless nights.

A casual glance around the environment revealed the original host's obsession with research, to the extent that the lab had been turned into a living space.

Signs of daily life were everywhere; a small cot for resting was nearby, accompanied by haphazardly stacked personal items.

There was a larger hospital bed in the corner, concealed behind curtains, obscuring its contents.

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