Chapter 221 People Can Die, But Characterization Cannot Collapse

Looking at Xia Xinyan suddenly jumping into his arms, Ling Mo was momentarily stunned: “What’s wrong?”

Xia Xinyan didn’t say anything.

Because she literally couldn’t.

In battle mode, her cat tail was incredibly tough, with the blade at the tip capable of slicing through iron and killing anyone who got too close. But in non-combat mode, her tail was as soft as a plush toy, and even the tip was soft, lacking any lethality—otherwise, she would probably be an even more destructive cat than Hachish.

Of course, that wasn’t the main point.

The main point was that in non-combat mode, her tail was unusually sensitive.

So much so that with just a gentle grip from Ling Mo, it nearly sent her into instant overload, leaving her completely drained of energy.

Then she just went limp in his arms.

Ling Mo certainly noticed something unusual about Xia Xinyan.

Unfortunately, his hand still hadn’t let go of her tail.

Enduring the intense stimulation from her tail, Xia Xinyan barely regained her consciousness but still insisted gently, “It’s okay… this way, it should be easier for you to touch, right?”

People can experience a blissful death, but characterization cannot collapse.

Ling Mo paused for a moment.

Was she… coming closer to him proactively?

To be honest, even now, he still hadn’t figured out what was going on in Xinyan’s heart.

All her thoughts seemed to be hidden beneath that gentle face, making it hard for anyone to peek even a bit—Ling Mo still hadn’t truly determined what she thought of him.

This was his current dilemma—he believed that Xia Xinyan’s initial approach to him wasn’t due to love at first sight, so he craved a way for Xinyan to develop real feelings for him and had been acting in this direction all along.

Moreover, he also longed for some feedback. Initially, he hoped for a promise from Xinyan, then he hoped for a positive promise, and later he wished to hear Xinyan say she liked him.

Xia Xinyan had indeed granted all his requests.

However, humans are inherently insatiable and unconsciously desire more, and Ling Mo was no exception; what he longed for now was for Xinyan to truly fall for him.

But at present, he hadn’t received any feedback.

Because he couldn’t see through Xinyan’s thoughts.

Even though Xia Xinyan had said many “honest words” to him, he still harbored his own thoughts and suspicions, like whether Xinyan really liked him or if she was just acting to appease him—of course, regarding this issue, he was actually doubting himself, not Xia Xinyan.

He doubted whether he had the ability to make Xia Xinyan like him.

He could hypnotize himself into believing that Xinyan’s actions were all genuine, but deep down, he couldn’t help but whip himself, forcing himself to grow stronger and prove his worth faster.

Especially now that he realized Xinyan had obtained abilities, this desire to become stronger became even more urgent.

He didn’t want to bring trouble to Xinyan due to his incompetence in the future.

But seeing Xia Xinyan nestled in his arms, a bit dazed, his feelings for her overtook his rational thoughts for a moment, allowing him to indulge in his own hypnosis.

Then he couldn’t resist continuing to pet the cat… and started stroking her tail.

Xia Xinyan’s body shivered, and she shrank further into Ling Mo’s embrace.

She felt like she was about to ascend.

She truly didn’t understand why cat tails were so sensitive.

Is this even reasonable?

Noticing her movement, Ling Mo paused, then tentatively stroked her tail again.

Her body trembled even more noticeably.

He even heard Xia Xinyan’s muffled, suppressed whimper.

This brought a pensive look to his face.

Then he asked, “Xinyan… is your tail very sensitive?”

“…No,” Xia Xinyan forced herself to shake her head, “It’s just a bit… uh—!!”

Ling Mo quietly released his sinful hand.

Still claiming it wasn’t sensitive.

…It seemed he had discovered a new weakness of his girlfriend.

Xia Xinyan breathed slightly faster and crawled out of his embrace: “Actually… it’s not that sensitive, just feels nice to touch…”

“I know, I know.” Ling Mo smiled, not revealing her pretense, “Very cute.”

Xia Xinyan paused, then promptly returned to her normal human form, immediately becoming serious: “Ahem, let’s talk business. Mo Mo, there aren’t many people with abilities yet, so it’s best not to tell others about my situation.”

“I’m well aware of that.” Ling Mo nodded, “But since that S died under unclear circumstances… I’m wondering if the organization behind him will come looking for us.”

“Let them come,” Xia Xinyan said in a very calm tone, as if discussing a trivial matter, “It’s just right, I also want to see what that dragon is like and what kind of abilities it has.”

Ling Mo stared at her for a while.

He suddenly realized that Xinyan seemed much more formidable than he had anticipated.

She had once mentioned that in her past life, she didn’t cherish opportunities, which left her at the bottom until her death, not to mention anything about abilities.

But in this life, right now, she had already reached a very high level—much stronger than him, and it was foreseeable that she would continue to climb even higher.

If in her past life she had seized opportunities, she could probably have become as strong as the “him” from the stories she referred to, all on her own.

She might even be stronger than him—after all, his system had crashed.

The most important part was that this time, Xinyan had obtained abilities so early on.

“Xinyan, did you also gain your abilities around this time in your last life?” he suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Xia Xinyan was taken aback, instinctively wanting to nod, then hurriedly shook her head: “No, I didn’t… I hadn’t even gained abilities at this time in my last life. Back then, I was too afraid to tackle Battle Zone dungeons, thinking it would hurt. It wasn’t until much later that I attempted my first dungeon to activate my abilities.”

That wasn’t entirely a lie; she did indeed encounter the Battle Zone in her previous life but knew nothing at first and got killed in a variety of ways, almost quitting before a friend brought her along to finally clear her first dungeon and activate her abilities.

“So, does this mean the timing for bringing abilities into reality isn’t fixed?” Ling Mo pondered, “Do you know of any ways to speed up this process? Or how to help with this?”

Xia Xinyan: “…”

She had indeed been asked by Ling Mo.

She really didn’t know if the timing for bringing out abilities was fixed; after all, she had no reference from her past life. All she remembered was that she activated her abilities quite late in her previous life. However, for Ling Mo’s question, it seemed there was only one answer that could reasonably explain the ridiculousness of her past.

At this moment, she suddenly understood that saying—a single lie often requires countless lies to cover it.