Crossover Anime: Starting with the Time-Stopping Succubus, Doing Whatever You Want

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"It's okay if you can't move, Feng, let me help you."

Qiu Bai's deep and gentle voice broke the slightly oppressive silence in the room.

He walked steadily to the bedside and gently placed the clean pajamas he had prepared on the bedside table. His gaze inadvertently swept over Feng's beautiful feet, and an indescribable ripple stirred in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his large, thick hand and touched Feng's wet trousers with his fingers.

With a "whoosh" sound, the blue, already soaked pajama bottoms were slowly pulled down.

In an instant, a pair of fair and slender legs were presented to Qiu Bai without reservation.

Those legs had skin as plump, moist, smooth, and delicate as mutton fat jade; just looking at them made one want to reach out and touch them.

Qiu Bai reached out as if possessed, and when his fingertips touched that warm skin, a soft and warm sensation instantly spread from his fingertips throughout his body.

As his fingers gently caressed her, the soft skin slightly indented, the touch was exquisite, and Qiu Bai unconsciously stroked it repeatedly.

The ratio of fat to muscle was just right; every touch felt like touching a rare treasure.

"Ugh... idiot, what are you doing?"

Feng's cheeks instantly turned crimson, like a ripe apple.

She weakly raised her hand and grabbed Qiu Bai's wrist, trying to stop his seemingly intimate gesture.

However, her physical weakness made her resistance seem weak and powerless.

She looked up at Qiu Bai, a strong sense of tension welling up inside her.

Kuze...why are you grabbing my thigh?

What do you want to do?

That's it, I have absolutely no strength left.

Is he going to do something outrageous?!

Feng's heart was filled with unease, and his beautiful blue pupils trembled slightly.

Without a doubt, Qiu Bai did want to do something.

Feng's current state of utter helplessness presents him with a golden opportunity.

"Kuze...you..."

Just as Feng was about to speak, Qiu Bai suddenly covered her soft little mouth.

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She instinctively wanted to shout out.

One could see Qiu Bai's tightly furrowed brows and a solemn expression on his face; his initial panic had turned into confusion.

"Shh~" Qiu Bai gently placed a finger to her lips, signaling Feng to be quiet, then tilted her ear slightly, glanced at the doorway, and said in a low voice.

The bell in the bathroom stopped ringing, and then... there seemed to be footsteps, getting closer.

Maple: (nO)

She immediately held her breath and listened carefully.

ta ta ta

Sure enough, a series of very light footsteps were approaching.

The other person appeared to be barefoot; their footsteps made almost no sound on the ground, yet they were remarkably clear in the quiet room.

"Oh no, this is terrible!" Feng's voice trembled slightly with tension. "Quick, Qiu Bai, hide under the covers! Wait, and cover my legs with the covers too!!"

She dared not speak loudly, but her hurried tone was full of anxiety, fearing that Ling would come in and see this ambiguous and awkward scene.

Qiu Bai was slightly taken aback.

Use a blanket...

Cover her legs and yourself?

Doesn't that mean...?

He thought for only a second before quickly picking up the blanket next to him.

She nimbly climbed onto the bed, lay down on Feng's lap, and quickly covered herself completely with the blanket.

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"Ku-Ku-Se...you...don't touch my thigh..." Feng murmured softly, her face flushed, her voice tinged with shyness and reproach.

"Be more careful..."

She struggled to lift her thighs, carefully propping up the blanket.

She tried to perfectly conceal Qiu Bai hidden under the covers, but her heart was pounding like a deer in her chest.

"no problem."

Qiu Bai responded softly.

In an instant, I felt wisps of fragrance lingering around my nostrils.

With each breath, it flows gently into the lungs through the trachea and then spreads throughout the body.

This fragrance is like the gentlest breeze in spring, carrying an indescribable comforting power.

He felt an unprecedented sense of comfort, as if a string that had been taut for a long time had finally been relaxed.

Without realizing it, he slowly lowered his head.

The moment I touched Feng's body, I felt something soft and yielding...

Like the softest clouds in spring, or cotton warmed by the sun, the touch made his heart even more intoxicated.

"Well……!"

Feng seemed startled, his body tensing instantly.

She instinctively covered her mouth with her hands, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Feng's eyes trembled slightly, filled with panic and helplessness, and she murmured, "For a long time..."

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Before she could finish speaking, the door was suddenly opened without warning.

Feng instinctively covered her mouth with both hands, feeling as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and then began to pound wildly.

She slowly raised her head, her bright eyes instantly shrinking, her pupils contracting sharply in extreme shock—

The blue-haired girl stood blankly at the doorway, her wet hair clinging to her skin, each strand seemingly adorned with glistening water droplets.

Her delicate, smooth, fair-skinned body was completely exposed, every inch of her skin radiating a warm glow.

Water droplets streamed down her neck, shoulders, and arms.

Tiny splashes of water rose on the ground, making a soft "drip-drip" sound.

She takes excellent care of herself in every way, keeping the areas where there shouldn't be any hair almost perfectly clean.

This slightly awkward scene adds to its surreal beauty.

--This blue-haired girl is none other than Xingyue Feng's twin sister, a girl named Xingyue Ling.

Their faces looked as if they were painted by the same top artist, with exquisite features that were almost identical.

However, upon closer inspection, the differences become apparent.

Xingyueling's mole is on the right side of her chest, exactly opposite to Xingyuefeng's position. The same is true for the mole on the back of her neck, like a reflection in a mirror.

Her eyes were golden-orange, like dazzling gems ignited by the sunlight, completely different from Feng's deep blue eyes.

Not only that, their personalities are also completely different. Feng is lively and cheerful, like a happy little bird all day long, chirping and talking non-stop.

Ling, on the other hand, is quiet and reserved, like a tranquil night. She is mostly silent and rarely speaks.

"Ring...you, how did you get here so suddenly..."

Xingyue Feng's voice trembled slightly, her words filled with unexpected panic.

As soon as she finished speaking, her face froze instantly. Her originally rosy cheeks turned as red as if they could bleed, and the embarrassment in her expression was almost overflowing. Her hands unconsciously tugged at the hem of her clothes in front of her.

Ling, however, seemed oblivious, turning slightly to the side and looking at the two basins of clothes on the table next to her.

She tilted her head slightly, her voice soft yet tinged with a hint of doubt:

"Feng, why did you take my clothes?"

The sound was like a clear mountain spring, crisp and pure.

She immediately noticed something was amiss; her clothes, which she had prepared to change into, had inexplicably appeared here. Looking at Feng's flushed face, a sense of doubt began to creep into her heart.

"Hmph...I..."

Feng opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was choked by something, and his mind went blank for a moment, unable to think of any way to explain.

She glanced down at herself instinctively.

There was a perfectly healthy person hiding in those blankets.

This is how to do?

Fine beads of sweat trickled down his temples from his forehead, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest.

Ling didn't pay much attention to Feng's panic and reached out to pick up the pajamas and pajama bottoms from the basin.

She put on the clothes one by one with natural movements...

Chapter 128 Panic

Ling carefully slipped on the loose orange pajamas, her movements carrying the tranquility and caution unique to the night.

The neckline of her pajamas was slightly open, revealing her slender neck.

She straightened her pajamas, turned around and looked at Feng lying on the bed. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, she could clearly see Feng's cheeks, which were as red as ripe apples.

For a moment, Ling stopped in her tracks, her eyes filled with worry. After a brief silence, she spoke softly, her voice exceptionally clear in the quiet night:

"Feng, do you have a fever?"

As she spoke, Ling walked a few steps to the bedside, gently raised her hand, and first lightly placed it on Feng's forehead.

It feels normal to the touch, not as hot as when you have a fever.

She moved her hand to Feng's cheek, and the abnormal heat emanating from her palm made Ling frown slightly, her eyes filled with even more doubt.

My face is burning hot.

Ling murmured to herself, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards the raised blankets.

Its bulging shape seemed to conceal some unknown secret.

Despite her many doubts, Ling did not press the matter.

She turned around, reached out and picked up the glass on the table that had just been emptied. A few drops of water still clung to the glass, shimmering faintly under the light.

"Feng, let me pour you a glass of water."

She spoke softly, her footsteps light, as she slowly walked out of Feng's bedroom, considerately closing the door gently behind her as she left.

As soon as the door closed, Feng, who had been trying to appear calm, breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed like a deflated balloon.

Before she could even catch her breath, a strange sensation suddenly struck her.

Feng's cheeks instantly turned even redder, so red they looked like they could bleed.

She bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes filled with a flustered yet slightly reproachful look, and muttered softly:

"Hey... don't move, and... where's your head stuck? Ugh~"

"Hoo-ha~" Qiu Bai crawled out of the quilt, panting heavily, as if he had just emerged from the bottom of the water.

He stretched lazily, muttering to himself:

"I was so bored. It seems... Rin didn't go back to change her clothes as you thought."