By the time Luo Qing finished assigning tasks to his three subordinates, it was nearly dusk.
Natalia and the others had their own accommodations and didn’t live with Luo Qing. After receiving their orders, they left one by one—except for one individual who held a special status.
This person wasn’t just one of Luo Qing’s subordinates; she was also one of his “little wives.”
“Hey…”
Luo Qing glanced down at Theresa, who had buried her face against his chest, and sighed.
“The sun hasn’t even set yet. Do you have to be this clingy?”
“Of course!”
Theresa showed no shame, acting like a mischievous purple-haired kitten. She nuzzled against his neck, feigning a pitiful look.
“Ugh, my Lord, I’ve been sleeping alone for seven whole days! Every night, I’ve tossed and turned, unable to sleep. My dark circles are so bad now…”
“Cut it out.”
Luo Qing lifted Theresa by her armpits, holding her at arm’s length.
“You’ve slept alone plenty of times back home without any issues.”
“Well, that was at home~”
Theresa’s lips curled into a sly smile as she leaned close to Luo Qing’s ear, her tone dropping to a seductive whisper.
“But now it’s just the two of us here. I’ll make sure you’re very satisfied, my Lord~”
“…”
“It’s still daylight.”
“Then let’s play a little game first, and when night falls, we can…”
“…”
While Theresa’s boldness left Luo Qing exasperated, he couldn’t deny that the long journey to Fontaine had been taxing on his self-control.
Given that Theresa was his wife in every sense of the word, and she was putting so much effort into tempting him, his restraint was wearing thin.
Waiting for nightfall would be his last shred of dignity.
The two of them flirted on the couch for some time. By the time the sky darkened, Theresa’s Fontaine-style floral dress was already in disarray, her pale skin peeking through the gaps. Her panties had slipped down to her knees.
As the streetlamps outside flickered to life, they exchanged a knowing glance before their lips met, hands wandering without restraint.
This was Luo Qing’s home, and he had thoroughly scanned the place with his tools to ensure no one was lurking in the shadows.
They could be as uninhibited as they wanted.
As their passion ignited, Luo Qing scooped Theresa into his arms and pressed her onto the sofa, ready to take things further.
But then, a loud knock on the door interrupted them.
Both froze, holding their breath as they silently agreed to pretend no one was home.
The knocking persisted. Instead of stopping, it grew heavier, though no voice accompanied it.
“My Lord…”
Theresa’s eyes glimmered with mischief.
Luo Qing immediately understood her unspoken suggestion.
She wants me to… in rhythm with the knocking?
“Later. Get dressed first.”
Luo Qing sighed, climbing off Theresa.
The forceful knocking left no doubt in Luo Qing’s mind about who was outside. If they didn’t answer soon, the door might not survive.
He didn’t even bother asking Theresa to hide. Tugging his pants back up, Luo Qing headed for the door.
“Alright, alright, stop knocking so hard! You’re going to break it!”
When he opened the door, he was greeted by the same sight as the previous night: a certain someone wearing a hood, foolishly thinking it would disguise her identity.
“What is it?”
Luo Qing stood in the doorway, making no move to let Furina in.
“You think you can just leave it like this after tricking me earlier? Let me in!”
Furina crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks, still visibly annoyed.
She had spent the entire day stewing over how to deal with Luo Qing, only for him to vanish from under her nose.
“The livestream’s already over. Why are you here so late?”
“Matters concerning a god are not for mortals like you to question!” Furina huffed, trying to sound imperious. “Now let me in!”
“No.”
“…”
“Fine, Luo Qing!”
Furina planted one hand on her hip and jabbed a finger at his nose with the other.
“Are you defying the will of a god?!”
Her raised voice attracted the attention of a few passersby. As their curious gazes turned toward her, Furina’s bravado faltered. She shrank slightly, her tone softening like a blue-and-white kitten trying to act fierce.
“Hurry up and let me in, or you’ll regret it later…”
“…”
“Fine.” Luo Qing rolled his eyes. “But keep it down, alright?”
“Got it, now move!”
He stepped aside, and Furina quickly darted inside.
“Close the door! If the citizens see me here, it’ll be a disaster!”
“If you’re so worried, maybe don’t shout so loudly.”
As Luo Qing shut the door, he couldn’t help but mentally criticize her. She’s as much of a fool as Theresa used to be.
“Anyway—” Furina began, only to stop short when she turned around and saw Theresa on the couch.
Theresa had just finished fixing her clothes, though her disheveled hair and slightly flushed face betrayed what had just been happening.
The two women locked eyes, and the room fell into an awkward silence.
If Furina had been observant, she might have noticed the corner of a white stocking peeking out from under the couch. Theresa had hastily shoved it there, deeming it too much trouble to put back on. But Furina, being Furina, remained blissfully unaware.
“Luo Qing,” Furina finally said, pointing at Theresa. “Who is she?”
“…” Luo Qing felt a vein throb.
Does she think this is her house or something?
“Who am I?” Theresa blinked, momentarily startled by Furina’s imposing aura. She glanced at Luo Qing, silently seeking confirmation.
My Lord, don’t tell me you… with this Hydro Archon too…?
Don’t overthink it. She’s just an idiot who decided to show up uninvited.
So, she’s not… that?
No.
Got it.
Suddenly, Theresa’s demeanor shifted. Crossing her arms, she straightened up, exuding newfound confidence.
“I’m Luo Qing’s wife,” she declared boldly. “Is there a problem with me being in my own home? The real question is—why are you sneaking around my husband’s house at night?”
Though Theresa was an ordinary human, she had an impressive backing: Raiden Ei, Raiden Makoto, Shenhe, and Nahida. Any one of them could command immense respect on their own.
Theresa had come to Fontaine on their orders to keep an eye on Luo Qing. Even if he couldn’t control himself, it had to be on her terms.
A mere Hydro Archon?
Hmph.
Theresa didn’t take her seriously at all.
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