When Su'er finally released him, she didn't scold.
She didn't yell.
She just looked at him.
Expression unreadable.
Those soft green eyes calmly assessing her master like he was an underperforming formation core.
Then, she kissed him.
Soft. Gentle. Too perfect.
Su Xiaobai blinked.
She cleared her throat and mumbled shyly:
"I was just… too stunned earlier. You surprised me, so my body reacted on its own. It was a safety reflex. The pocket dimension… just... activated. Accidentally."
She stood straight. Adjusted her robe.
Looked every bit the elegant scholar-fairy she always was.
Su Xiaobai stared for a long time.
Then folded his arms.
"…That's your story?"
"Mm."
A faint nod. "I'm very honest."
He didn't believe a single word.
Until she stripped completely naked on the spot and laid flat across his lap.
[Here. Inspect me for demonic possession. Surely only a mind-addled woman would act so erratically.]
As for her spiritual weapon—Inkleaf Brush—it was no toy.
