76: Chapter 76 Eye muscle spasms? I have an appointment with a specialist for you.

In front of the restroom mirror, Su Meimei looked at her own perfect face, and the powder compact in her hand was almost crushed.

[System Warning: Less than 12 hours remaining for the mission. If the target's psychological defenses are not broken tonight, the host will be forcibly erased by the Main God.]

The red countdown pulsed on her retina like a death warrant. Su Meimei took a deep breath and applied a layer of "man-slaying" red lipstick.

Previous attempts at seduction via short skirts were met with a ruler measuring the length, and faking a fall to extort him resulted in a fine. This Gu Changan was simply a block of unromantic granite.

But she still had a trump card.

As the Abyss Succubus Queen, her greatest asset was never her figure, but those eyes. S-Rank Talent Skill — [Illusion · One Glance for Ten Thousand Years].

No language needed, no physical contact needed. As long as she locked eyes with the target for over three seconds, she could forcibly modify the other party's subconscious through spiritual wave frequencies, implanting a "deeply love Su Meimei" seal into their cerebral cortex. Even an Immortal Venerable above the Nine Heavens couldn't withstand this move; she didn't believe a Mortal bureau director could be immune.

9:00 PM, the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs building was brightly lit.

Most employees had already left work, but the light was still on in the director's office on the top floor. Gu Changan was a notorious workaholic, which gave Su Meimei an excellent opportunity for some alone time.

She carried the freshly brewed tea, adjusted her breathing, and pushed the door open.

"Director, still busy so late?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a hint of concern. Su Meimei walked to the desk. She didn't rush to press herself against him like she did during the day, but instead adopted a posture of seeking advice humbly.

Gu Changan held a fountain pen, busy signing a document regarding "Restricting the Flight Altitude of Cultivators' Flying Swords," and didn't even look up: "Put it on the table, you can go home."

"But there are still some things about the work that I don't understand." Su Meimei walked around the wide desk, heading straight to Gu Changan's side. She leaned over slightly, the view down her neckline dazzlingly white under the light, and a sweet, lingering fragrance wafted over once again.

Gu Changan frowned slightly, just about to scold her about the air quality, but Su Meimei preempted him.

"Director, look at this clause..." She pointed to a line of text in the document, leaning forward, her charming peach-blossom eyes locking onto Gu Changan's eyes, "I really can't understand it."

Gu Changan subconsciously looked up.

Eyes met.

Su Meimei was ecstatic inside. Now is the time!

Deep within her pupils, two pink vortexes spun wildly. Charming spiritual energy surged out like a tidal wave, piercing directly into Gu Changan's retinas.

One second.

Two seconds.

Gu Changan's gaze seemed to freeze, the pen in his hand suspended in mid-air, motionless.

The corners of Su Meimei's mouth curled up uncontrollably. Even if you have a heart of stone, you will obediently become a subject under my skirt in front of a succubus's mental storm. Just hold on for one more second, and your Soul will be mine!

Three seconds...

"Snap!"

A crisp sound broke the silence of the office.

Gu Changan pulled open a drawer violently, took out a sheet of A4 paper and a bottle of eye drops, and slammed them onto the desk.

Su Meimei was startled by this sudden movement. The pink light in her eyes dissipated instantly, her charm Spell was interrupted on the spot, and the backlash made her head buzz.

"Dir... Director?" She clutched her dizzy forehead, looking completely bewildered.

Gu Changan's expression was grave, as if he were examining a critically ill patient. He picked up the bottle of eye drops and pushed it toward Su Meimei.

"Secretary Su, as your direct superior, I have an obligation to care for my subordinates' physical health."

Gu Changan pointed at her eyes, his tone as serious as if he were holding a press conference: "From the moment you entered, I noticed your orbicularis oculi muscle twitching at a high frequency of more than three times per second. Furthermore, your pupils show abnormal congestive dilation; this is a typical pathological reaction."

Su Meimei: "Huh?"

Gu Changan picked up the A4 paper; it was clearly a registration appointment slip that had just been printed.

"Based on your symptoms, the preliminary diagnosis is 'hemifacial spasm' or eyelid twitching caused by 'acute conjunctivitis'. Considering the color change in your pupils just now, the possibility of retinal pathology cannot be ruled out."

He said with a straight face: "I have already used the bureau's medical green channel to book an appointment for you with an ophthalmology expert at Tongren Hospital tomorrow morning. You are an employee of our bureau, so this kind of eye fatigue caused by working overtime counts as a work-related injury, and the medical expenses will be fully reimbursed by the bureau."

Su Meimei completely fell apart.

What the hell eye twitching! What the hell conjunctivitis!

That was the Eye of Charm! It was the Abyss's top-tier Illusion! That was a gaze full of love! How does that look like a spasm?

"Director!" Su Meimei trembled with anger, pointing at her own eyes and shouting, "Can't you tell? I am expressing my admiration for you! This is a look of love! Where does it look like a spasm?"

"Does expressing admiration require pupil dilation by two times accompanied by ocular tremors?" Gu Changan retorted, his tone chillingly calm, "From a medical perspective, this is a precursor to sympathetic nervous System disorder. Comrade Su, avoiding medical treatment is not acceptable."

After finishing, he seemed to remember something and pulled open the drawer again.

What he took out this time was even more terrifying—a glass ampoule filled with pale yellow liquid, and an unopened disposable syringe.

Su Meimei subconsciously took a half step back: "What... what are you doing?"

Gu Changan expertly snapped off the neck of the ampoule and drew the liquid with the syringe.

"To ensure that I am not disturbed by any irrational hormones while at work, even if I were facing a sow, I would be able to maintain absolute objectivity and impartiality."

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing sturdy arm muscles, and without hesitation, stuck the needle into his vein right in front of Su Meimei.

As the medication was injected, Gu Changan let out a long breath, the gleam in his eyes becoming even more indifferent, like a god statue without emotions.

"This is a military-grade high-concentration androgen inhibitor." Gu Changan pulled out the needle, pressed the needle hole with a cotton swab, and looked at Su Meimei coldly, "As of now, my physiological impulses have been completely blocked by chemical drugs. In my eyes, you are no different from that HP printer over there—both are office supplies that need maintenance and management."

Su Meimei completely collapsed.

This is not a person! What kind of decent man gives himself chemical castration shots at work so he won't be tempted?!

"Gu Changan, you..."