At this very moment—
Bai Ziyan did not return to the company or her residence, but instead turned south, stepping on the accelerator, making the car speed up.
As the speed increased, the car's engine, which had been humming and groaning at low speeds, transformed into bursts of joyful roars.
Bai Ziyan’s eyes were fixed on the road ahead, but her mind was replaying the negotiation with Li Qianfan.
She was analyzing why he had agreed to all her demands without any objection.
Especially when she stated her ninth demand, why Chu Yazhi’s expression changed.
“If I’m not mistaken, Chu Yazhi already knew that sometimes when I dream, I dream of myself as a colorful ghost hanging herself, imprisoned on a white back. But precisely because of this, she shouldn’t have reacted. Could it be?”
Bai Ziyan’s eyebrows shot up as she thought of something.
She had long suspected that Chu Yazhi had a tattoo of a colorful ghost hanging herself on her back!
But at the foot of Yellow Grains Mountain, Li Qianfan had said that merely drawing a hanging ghost on the ground would be enough to scare her.
She believed him then.
But she had overlooked the white back!
Was there a white back on the ground?
Of course not.
But Chu Yazhi had one, though Bai Ziyan had never seen it.
“The night Li Qianfan told me that drawing a hanging ghost on the ground would give me nightmares, Chu Yazhi was not with him at the foot of Yellow Grains Mountain.”
Bai Ziyan began to recall meticulously what Li Qianfan had said that night.
It made sense.
“No, I have to do something.”
Bai Ziyan made a decisive move. She glanced around and then, after driving for several hundred meters, gently turned the steering wheel.
The car was already out of the city.
Turning right for about a kilometer, there was a sparsely populated orchard.
The narrow road, in disrepair, had become riddled with potholes.
The car bumped up and down on the road, and Bai Ziyan’s foot alternately eased and pressed the accelerator.
The car’s engine noise also dropped and then rose.
After driving for several hundred meters, the car slowly stopped.
Bai Ziyan took out her phone and her fingers flew across the screen.
She was going to use her hacking skills to infiltrate the monitoring system of Zhi Zhi Club.
There must be surveillance cameras in the CEO’s office of Chu Yazhi.
But this camera was not connected to the club’s central monitoring system.
The main server was in Chu Yazhi’s lounge.
But no matter where the main server was, it made no difference to a super hacker.
Bai Ziyan could find that server in the shortest possible time and manipulate the office’s surveillance camera to see what she wanted to see.
She only hoped for two things.
One.
Li Qianfan, who had promised to fulfill Chu Yazhi’s wish once Bai Du Niao returned after completing his mission, could now fulfill his promise to her when they were alone.
Two.
Bai Ziyan prayed that the impatient Chu Yazhi would not be in the lounge.
After all, lounges were generally not equipped with surveillance cameras.
This time, fate was on Bai Ziyan’s side.
The screen appeared—
Bai Ziyan saw with her own eyes that the colorful ghost imprisoned on the white back was spread out on the table where the three of them had just negotiated!
The spread-out hanging ghost was visibly distorting and deforming with Li Qianfan’s wild thrusts, yet appearing even more bizarrely seductive.
As the forward and backward movements became faster, the hanging ghost gradually blurred into a swaying afterimage, as if it had come alive, about to break through the skin of the white back.
“Chu Yazhi’s back indeed has the painting of the colorful ghost I personally drew!”
Bai Ziyan stared intently at the hanging ghost that was about to come alive, her teeth gritted.
All her attention was focused on the colorful ghost.
As for the owner of the white back, what she was crying out at the moment; and whether her current actions with a certain violent man were inappropriate for “lesbians,” Bai Ziyan automatically ignored.
Her heart remained as still as ever.
Then.
The question of how Bai Ziyan’s personally drawn hanging ghost could be imprisoned on Chu Yazhi’s back was not important.
What Bai Ziyan cared about most was.
At this moment, the hanging ghost was being stared at by Li Qianfan from above. Why was it not reacting at all?
“Could it be that the hanging ghost only comes alive at night?”
Bai Ziyan’s heart suddenly fluttered, and she closed her eyes.
In a sense, as soon as she closed her eyes, it was as if night had fallen.
As soon as she closed her eyes—
She suddenly saw Li Qianfan!
She saw Li Qianfan, with a mischievous grin, looking down at her from above.
Bai Ziyan could also hear Li Qianfan’s severely distorted voice coming from the depths of the void: “Do you submit or not?”
“I submit! I submit! My great master!”
With her eyes closed, Bai Ziyan heard herself pleading: “Please spare me, or I will die.”
The moment Bai Ziyan closed her eyes, she rapidly “transformed” into that colorful ghost imprisoned on a white back.
Although she was very clear.
It was Chu Yazhi who was suffering Li Qianfan’s fierce bombardment, not her.
And she was currently in the southern outskirts, far from Zhi Zhi Club, at least twenty kilometers away in a straight line.
As long as she opened her eyes, all these illusions would disappear.
But.
No matter how hard Bai Ziyan tried, she could not open her eyes, as if her eyelids were sealed shut with tape.
As long as she could not open her eyes, she could only be imprisoned on that white back.
She personally experienced all the most real feelings that Chu Yazhi was currently enduring.
Crying out every word that Chu Yazhi uttered!
Even this car, parked alone under the warm sun, was shaking violently up and down with the fierce bombardment of the white back.
Bai Ziyan desperately tried to struggle out of this incredibly real illusion.
But all she could do was—
Move with Chu Yazhi’s movements, cry with Chu Yazhi’s cries.
Oh—
After an unknown amount of time, Bai Ziyan let out a long cry and then stopped moving.
Her entire body quickly slipped into an unfathomable abyss of darkness, losing all consciousness.
When Bai Ziyan finally slowly opened her eyes, she saw the stars outside the car window.
She had arrived at the orchard in the suburbs around eleven in the morning.
But because she had only closed her eyes to experience it, she could no longer open them.
When she finally opened her eyes, she realized it was already eight in the evening.
In the past nine hours—
Bai Ziyan had either been struggling and crying helplessly in a stormy sea, or drifting slowly in an endless abyss.
Tired.
Her entire body felt as if its bones had fallen apart—this was Bai Ziyan’s first feeling upon waking.
Pain.
This was Bai Ziyan’s second reaction before she could even figure out if her bones had fallen apart.
Pleasure!
A pleasure Bai Ziyan had never personally experienced before, like endless waves, quickly engulfed her.
It made her completely disregard all the tiredness and all the pain.
Leaving only a satisfied expression with her eyes languidly half-closed, gently biting her thumb.
“How can this be?”
Bai Ziyan’s pupils contracted uncontrollably as she whispered to herself in a hoarse voice.
If she guessed correctly.
The tiredness, pain, pleasure, and satisfaction she felt upon finally waking up were all Chu Yazhi’s current most intimate feelings!
The problem was.
Bai Ziyan was not Chu Yazhi.
Even if, due to some peculiar phenomenon, she had indeed transformed into a colorful ghost hanging herself and was imprisoned on Chu Yazhi’s back, and after closing her eyes, she had experienced uncontrollable illusions and personally felt all of Chu Yazhi’s most real feelings.
But she should not have these “aftereffects” after waking up.
“Am I still not awake?”
Bai Ziyan whispered and bit her tongue hard.
Pain.
It hurt a lot.
The sharp pain reminded Bai Ziyan that she was absolutely awake.
“What on earth is going on?”
Bai Ziyan said hoarsely, pushed open the car door, and stepped out.
The moment she lifted her leg, pain flared again!
Buzz—
Bai Ziyan’s mind went blank.
After a full four or five minutes, she slowly reached out her hand.
When she raised her hand again, by the light of the brilliant stars, she could see that there were dried blood clots on her fingers, stuck to her skin.
In other words, she was no longer a girl.
Instead, following a terrifying illusion, she had inexplicably become a real woman.
She stumbled out of the car.
Looking up at the starry sky, she slowly slumped to the ground and sobbed in a hoarse voice: “How could this happen!?”
The stars twinkled.
The night wind blew.
Cars passed back and forth on the distant road, and horns occasionally blared.
But no one answered Bai Ziyan’s question.
“It was Chu Yazhi with him, so why did I become a woman?”
“Doesn’t this mean that if something were to happen to Chu Yazhi, I would suffer the same fate?”
“Can anyone tell me, how could this be happening?”
Bai Ziyan’s hoarse cries carried far into the wind.
Li Qianfan certainly couldn’t hear them.
He simply looked at Chu Yazhi, who was walking unsteadily, and asked strangely: “Why do I feel like you’re not like a woman who has already given birth?”