Four Split Personalities

[What’s happening?]

[What situation?]

[What what what what what situation!?]

Even Motan, whose will is immensely steadfast under the current personality, cannot maintain normal thought at this moment; all he can do is exert all his strength to turn himself into a statue, motionless while being held by Ji Xiaoge in front of him, not even knowing where to place his hands, fearing to touch anything he shouldn’t.

But the girl is holding him so tightly, her entire frame almost collapsing into Motan’s arms, her slender arms wrapped tightly around him, her tear-streaked face nearly rubbing against Motan’s cheek, her shoulders trembling, at such close distance, the lethality seemed to have broken through the sky.

Maintaining a petrified state, it took Motan half a minute to barely calm himself down, and he began to laboriously regain his composure and his mind started turning stiffly.

Looking at his character panel, his status is very bad; both life and physical strength values have dropped below five percent. Although he is still alive, even moving a finger is strenuous. Adding to that, the effort to maintain a petrified posture so as not to take advantage of the other party, his physical strength value is about to fall below two percent.

Then there’s his physical condition. Due to the progression of his Scale Against talent, Motan hasn’t turned into the previous dragon-dominant form, no wings on his back, no scales covering his body, only a vertical pupil-like, purple emblem that is fading every second at the center of his forehead.

Lastly, and most confusing for Motan, was Ji Xiaoge herself. This was the first time he remembered seeing her lose control of her emotions, lying incoherently on top of him, far from her usual spirited and cheerful demeanor, instead more like a frightened rabbit.

However, whatever the case, it’s good that he was able to hang on. And because he temporarily lost consciousness just now, he didn’t feel any pain, although the dense injuries on his body, as if he had been thrown into a weed wacker for a couple of turns, suggested the situation was still not optimistic...

"You, what are you doing? I’m still alive."

With his right hand, that he didn’t know where to put, Motan gently tapped the girl’s shoulder and said with a bitter smile, "Um, could you first help me stop the bleeding? I’m not in a position to reach for a Healing Potion..."

Ji Xiaoge shivered again, letting go of the utterly exhausted Motan. After making him lie back on her lap, she took out a vermilion Healing Potion from her pocket, and with pursed lips, firmly told Motan, "I’ll feed you."

For some reason, Motan, who was originally greatly shaken, quickly calmed down after seeing her pretty face, and nodded with difficulty, saying with a bitter smile, "It seems that’s the only way, I don’t have any strength left right now."

"It’s okay, I’m here."

Ji Xiaoge tenderly touched Motan’s cheek, then turned her head away blushing fiercely, and carefully looking back, she opened the potion bottle and fed it to Motan, then carefully wiped his mouth afterward, "Feel better?"

Seeing his health finally recovering to twenty percent, Motan nodded hurriedly, "Much better, and by the way, do you know where this is..."

"I like you."

"Oh, you like... like what!?"

"I like you."

With a burning gaze, Ji Xiaoge looked at Motan, leaned down to hold his cheeks, and whispered with downcast eyes, "I’ve... been liking you for a long time..."

With his physical strength nearly depleted, Motan struggled futilely and could only gaze bitterly behind Ji Xiaoge at the ethereal haze as if pretending to have gone deaf.

"For a long time, I’ve just... never found the right... opportunity..."

The girl bit her lower lip, her cheeks almost bleeding red, her gaze growing determined, "But you just risked your life to save me, so... so..."

Motan sighed, "So what?"

"Though I’m not sure where this is..."

Looking away, the girl mumbled something unrelated in a soft murmur, then, surprisingly, reached for the buttons at her collar, murmuring, "But it seems... it’s just the two of us."

"Hey hey hey!"

Motan was startled because as she mentioned ’us,’ the first button at the neckline had been swiftly undone, and as she said ’people,’ the trembling small hand slid slightly, stopping on the second button!

Right when Motan was about to close his eyes in modesty, just a second before that, the girl’s upper body was suddenly enveloped in a thick, rough mosaic blur, and she seemed unaware of this bizarre change, continuing...

What she continued, Motan didn’t know, because the mosaic before his eyes was so professional that visibility approached looking at the world through the bottom of three or four stacked beer bottles, and it rapidly turned colorful, like a rather odd oil painting.

Moreover, this layer of mosaic quickly spread, covering even the girl’s face within a few seconds.

"Phew, although I had a premonition, it’s still very stressful, and now it feels a lot more comfortable."

Finally taking a breath, Motan, watching ’Ji Xiaoge,’ whose figure was covered in mosaic beyond recognition, approach him, remained calm and undisturbed as the Stilling Waters.