Chapter 512
**Chapter 267: Whole Body (Supplemented)**
The dinner started off on a rocky note, but after William joined midway, the second half went relatively smoothly.
If William hadn’t come, the whole dinner would have felt like Charles was holding a meeting to apologize to Xia'er, explaining why he took Aivina with him but left Xia'er behind.
He must have found out something... The Charles from before had never been this polite to Xia'er.
I need to find a moment to talk to Charles alone. While I won’t erase his memory, I must warn him about what he can and cannot say.
After the dinner, Charles made an excuse to head to the Capitol, taking William with him and leaving Aivina and Xia'er at home, seemingly creating an opportunity for the two of them to be alone.
However, in the end, Aivina left a note and returned to Xia'er’s villa with her.
Due to previous events, Aivina hadn’t had time to deal with her own house, and with Xia'er’s “disappearance,” she had even less time to fuss over it. As a result, that grand estate was still not in a condition fit for living.
In the carriage, Aivina’s lips were curled into a slight smile, a state that didn’t change throughout the ride.
Xia'er noticed this too; she certainly knew what had Aivina so pleased.
But Xia'er didn’t say anything to dampen her spirits... Let the girl enjoy her little victory for a while.
Aivina borrowed Xia'er’s bathroom for a shower, but when Xia'er finished her own and came out, she found Aivina sprawled on the bed, wearing a thin nightgown that slightly accentuated her calves, her perfectly arched feet crossed and gently swaying.
Aivina had been watching Xia'er, as if she had been waiting for Xia'er to ask her something since dinner.
“Ah…” Xia'er sighed helplessly, following Aivina’s lead and asked, “What’s got you so happy?”
Aivina propped herself up on the mattress with her elbows, resting her chin in her hands, and with a hint of pride, replied, “Oh, it’s nothing, Mrs. Russell. I just thought of something delightful.”
Xia'er: “…”
I knew it...
The resolution of major issues, a sort of reconciliation with her father, and the events of the dinner... All these seemed to have lifted Aivina’s spirits immensely.
And the specific manifestation of her high spirits was... she seemed a bit too giddy.
Xia'er climbed onto the bed, moving toward Aivina, who seemed unaware of what was about to happen, simply smiling at her.
It wasn’t until Xia'er took Aivina’s hands in one firm grip that Aivina realized something was off. She blinked innocently at Xia'er, her expression puzzled.
“What’s wrong, Mrs. Russell?”
At that moment, Aivina was completely oblivious to the impending danger.
Xia'er held Aivina’s wrist with her left hand and slowly raised it, forcing Aivina to lift her hands as if she were bound before Xia'er.
Only when she found herself in that position did Aivina start to realize something was amiss. After a couple of futile struggles, she finally softened a bit and said, “Alright... maybe that title is a bit premature. Just give it some time...”
Some time?
Xia'er remained silent, maintaining her smile as she slowly reached for the leather belt she had tossed aside earlier while changing clothes.
The moment Aivina saw the belt, she panicked a little. She shifted from a kneeling position to a more standard sitting posture, her feet pointed toward Xia'er, and warily said, “What... what do you want to do, Xia'er? Xia'er?!”
The repeated calls of “Xia'er” seemed to be an attempt to awaken some “conscience” in her.
Aivina’s feet were aimed at Xia'er, ready to push her away if she made any inappropriate moves.
But that didn’t seem to pose any threat to Xia'er.
With the belt in hand, Xia'er moved closer on her knees, inching toward Aivina. Soon, Aivina’s defensive legs were “breached,” losing their original purpose and instead wrapping around Xia'er’s waist.
Xia'er then extended her hand, wrapping the long belt around Aivina’s hands, securing them tightly.
“Xia'er...” Aivina, having missed her chance to defend herself, felt her spirit finally wane as she weakly said, “I was just joking...”
“Joking?” Xia'er looked at Aivina with a half-smile, her voice soft, “Is that what you’re saying now?”
“It’s too late...”
“Xia'er... mmm...”
With her hands bound, Aivina could no longer struggle as she had before. Before she could even plead for mercy, Xia'er silenced her with a kiss.
That night, Aivina was kissed all over, unable to resist in the slightest.
But she dared not make too much noise, fearing the maids outside would hear. She could only bite her lips, tears of humiliation welling in her eyes, vowing that one day she would “get back at” Xia'er...
...
The next day, in Xia'er’s room.
Xia'er lay in bed until a beam of sunlight slipped through the curtain and warmed her face, prompting her to slowly open her eyes.
She hadn’t slept this soundly in a long time, as if her soul had been cleansed.
Aivina truly lived up to her title as a “Listener,” a master at healing the mind... no matter the method she employed.
Xia'er instinctively wanted to open the system interface, but all that appeared was a translucent sign reading “Upgrading.”
The system upgrade seemed far from over... and it hadn’t provided Xia'er with a specific date, leaving her with an inexplicable sense of anxiety.
The rustling sound of clothes being put on interrupted her thoughts. She propped herself up and saw Aivina dressing by the wardrobe.
A silk scarf was wrapped around her neck several times, concealing the “strawberry” marks on her skin, while her hands were adorned with dark purple lace long gloves, hiding the faint bruises on her wrists.
Noticing Xia'er’s movement, Aivina quickly covered her chest and turned her head, shooting a fierce glare at Xia'er.
“Good morning,” Xia'er greeted her with a smile, like a startled kitten.
“Humph...” Aivina merely snorted, turning back to continue dressing.
Most of the clothes in Xia'er’s wardrobe were gifts from Aivina, so there was no issue with fit.
“Last night you were fine, so why the long face now?” Xia'er said, chuckling as she watched Aivina’s back.
Xia'er’s feigned ignorance made Aivina recall the “humiliation” of the previous night. She turned back to glare at Xia'er again, took a deep breath, raised her chin slightly, and coldly replied, “You haven’t taken the potion yet; you’re just an ordinary person... I’m only doing this to avoid hurting you...”
“Once you officially become an extraordinary being, I won’t hold back anymore, Xia'er.”
Xia'er: “Huh??? ”
Last night, she was quite soft-spoken, but now, after a night’s rest, she was back to being stubborn?
Not willing to admit defeat, huh?
I wonder how long it will take to train her properly.
Aivina seemed to fully believe in her imagined scenario of “letting Xia'er have her way,” her tone regaining confidence.
Just as Xia'er pulled back the covers, she felt a slight pain in her left shoulder.
She glanced down at her shoulder, where the softest part connecting her shoulder and arm bore a neat row of bite marks, the wounds already scabbed over.
These were the result of Aivina’s desperate resistance in places she shouldn’t have kissed, and Xia'er had been careless, taking a solid hit.
After being injured by Aivina’s struggles, Xia'er had vowed to tie her hands next time, but now it seemed... just binding her hands wasn’t enough.
Aivina seemed to notice Xia'er staring at her wound. She let out a soft hum, turning her face away, no longer looking at Xia'er.
But after a moment, she set down the clothes she was arranging, took out a vial of ointment, and walked over to Xia'er, her expression neutral as she commanded, “Raise your hand.”
Xia'er slowly lifted her left hand, allowing Aivina to apply the ointment, while Aivina muttered under her breath about “making you bully me” and similar phrases.
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