147: Chapter 147 The Gift

Qian Mo's smooth, uninterrupted series of actions immediately stunned Xing Yaoyan, who had been on the verge of getting angry.

A moment later, an indescribable sense of shame and a strange, inexplicable joy suddenly surged into her heart. A faint blush had also, without her realizing when, crept onto her cheeks.

"Qian Mo..."

Xing Yaoyan gritted her teeth, but looking at his sincere, apologetic expression, she found herself momentarily at a loss for words.

"You... you get up first."

She struggled for a long moment before finally managing to blurt out just that one sentence.

Thank goodness no one is here. If someone saw this, they'd definitely say behind my back that I, as the Saintess of the Yao Race, was using my position to bully others. But... why do I feel this peculiar sense of... satisfaction...

"No, I won't get up until Young Miss Xing Yan forgives me."

The youth kneeling on the ground remained with his head bowed, motionless, as if his legs had taken root in the floor.

As expected, when a man truly abandons all shame, he becomes somewhat invincible.

"Alright, alright, I forgive you. It's really not that big a deal anyway. Your sudden appearance just made certain things happen a bit earlier, that's all. It's not necessarily a bad thing..."

Xing Yaoyan instinctively turned her head to the side, putting on an air of magnanimity as she spoke.

Upon hearing the girl's words, Qian Mo slowly rose to his feet, giving a huge mental thumbs-up to his "mentor," Yun Lan.

Raising his head, he immediately saw Xing Yaoyan's affected, coquettish posture—the mannerisms of a coy young woman.

A rush of blood surged to his head. As a virgin across two lifetimes, seeing the girl he fancied acting this way towards him... if he didn't feel stirred up, he wouldn't be a man.

As if guided by a ghost or a god, he slowly reached out, tentatively trying to touch the long hair cascading over the girl's shoulders, intending to tuck a stray lock behind her ear.

*Slap!*

A soft sensation met his wrist, but the tremendous force that followed immediately jolted the youth back to his senses.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Xing Yaoyan looked at the youth before her with a dangerous glint in her eyes. The previous coy, feminine demeanor vanished like a mirage.

"Oh! That... I was just going to get the gift you shoved into my bedding earlier. Sorry, my gesture was a bit inappropriate. It's all a misunderstanding..."

"Hmm?"

Xing Yaoyan stared intently into the youth's eyes. If he showed even a hint of evasion, what awaited him would undoubtedly be her ruthless methods.

Her body's estrogen had kicked in earlier, causing her to lose focus for a brief moment, giving the youth an opening. Thankfully, her reflexes were quick, intercepting that 'perverted hand' before it could touch her hair.

But who was Qian Mo? His mental fortitude was truly beyond ordinary.

Without blushing or his heart racing, he met the girl's gaze, even putting on an innocent expression, not exposing a single flaw.

In the end, Xing Yaoyan stared for a long time. She even started to feel her own cheeks grow warm under the youth's unwavering gaze, forcing her to give up and tentatively believe his words.

The moment she released his hand, the youth swiftly ran to the bedside, retrieved the gift box, and handed it to her.

"Quick, open it. I'm sure you'll absolutely love it."

"So confident? Let me tell you, I don't like the things human women fancy—flowers, ornaments, lipstick, that sort of stuff..."

As she spoke, Xing Yaoyan slowly opened the gift box.

Under the youth's nervous gaze, she looked at the item inside and suddenly smiled.

It was a seemingly exquisite silver necklace. In the center hung a golden pendant. Though not as ornate as necklaces on the market, it was clear Qian Mo had made an effort to understand her preferences.

"How did you know I like gold and silver..."

The girl held the necklace up, symbolically placing it against her chest. The size was just right.

"Haha... just a little bird told me..."

Qian Mo scratched the back of his head and answered with a smile, mentally giving a thumbs-up to Ying Linglong, who had provided him with the information.

But he soon realized something extremely serious: this valuable 'wingman' he'd finally managed to befriend—Xing Yan's close friend, Ying Linglong—had just run off in tears because of him.

Didn't that mean: I've lost a crucial informant for my pursuit of Young Miss Xing Yan!

At this thought, the youth's smile instantly froze. Endless regret flooded his heart:

Qian Mo, you should have listened to Young Miss Xing Yan! Now look, a vital source of information is about to be lost...

Xing Yaoyan keenly noticed the change in the youth, mistakenly thinking he had already realized she wasn't very interested in necklaces and such jewelry.

But the next moment...

"So, how about it? Won't you try it on?"

Xing Yaoyan facepalmed internally:

Alright, I thought his game had improved a bit?

"That... actually, I don't really li—"

Halfway through her sentence, Xing Yaoyan suddenly stopped.

Having been a man in her previous life, she knew how bad it felt when a gift you'd painstakingly prepared was rejected by the girl you admired.

"Alright."

Xing Yaoyan directly changed her tune and agreed to Qian Mo's request.

She thought to herself: I'll pretend to like it for now. Later, I can just toss it into my storage space to gather dust. At least I shouldn't let his good intentions go to waste.

Under Qian Mo's expectant gaze, she slowly put the necklace around her neck.

It felt cool to the touch. The length of the pendant was clearly just right, resting perfectly in the triangular area just above her chest without being irritating.

Shifting her gaze from the necklace, she looked up to see Qian Mo staring at her with a silly, dazed smile.

An indescribable feeling welled up in her heart.

"Does it look good?"

She herself didn't know why she asked that.

"It looks good."

Qian Mo discreetly swallowed, looking at the exquisite collarbone revealed by the opening of the girl's collar, now complemented by the necklace. It was truly beautiful.

"Actually... this isn't just a necklace..."

Qian Mo quickly averted his eyes from the girl's collarbone, steadying his mind.

As the saying goes, a fall into the pit, a gain in your wit. He had managed to gloss over his earlier seemingly intrusive action, but next time he might not be so lucky.

"Oh? There's more to it?"

Xing Yaoyan's interest was immediately piqued. She reached up and pinched the golden pendant resting above her chest.

If this thing had any other function, it was definitely related to this pendant. Because she could sense a special spiritual energy fluctuation contained within it.

This seems to be his spiritual energy...

"Xing Yan, try channeling your Demonic Power into this pendant."

Hearing the youth's words, Xing Yaoyan trusted him and did as he said.

*Whoosh!*

As golden and red Demonic Power flowed into the pendant, it flashed with a golden light and instantly vanished.

The next moment, a sword brimming with a futuristic, technological aesthetic appeared in the girl's hand.