QTIMP -Chapter 216 Character Persona – Fool (Part 12)

“It’s been posted, but it hasn’t gained much traction yet since it’s too soon. Alright, I’m going to start playing the game now—don’t disturb me.”

Elias also leaned lazily beside her, watching her play.

“What are you running around the map for?”

He saw Si Qiu controlling the little character on her phone—she wasn’t looking for enemies or heading toward the center zone, just moving from house to house, room to room.

“I’m picking up equipment!” Si Qiu answered absentmindedly, still fully focused on looting.

“I’ve seen you pick up a lot already. Why aren’t you going to fight anyone?”

Si Qiu felt this man was annoying, constantly interrupting her game.

“I’m looking for a Gatling gun—the one that goes da-da-da with blue fire.”

Elias dealt with weapons professionally, so of course he understood. But… was this really how the game was supposed to be played?

“You’re more comfortable using a Gatling gun?”

Just as he asked, dust suddenly kicked up beside her from a burst of bullets. Si Qiu panicked instantly.

“Don’t—don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!”

She darted around the room in chaos, but in the end she was shot down.

Elias was about to say she was playing wrong when he met Si Qiu’s furious gaze.

“It’s your fault! You kept talking to me, kept talking! I didn’t hear anyone coming at all!”

After saying that, she moved a little farther away from him and sat back up.

She was preparing to start another round.

Elias, inexplicably scolded, felt he should explain himself—but then saw her already starting a new game.

So he gave up on the idea. If she died again, he’d just get blamed again anyway.

But no sooner had that thought passed than Si Qiu’s character was eliminated once more.

Hearing the game’s sound effects, Elias suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. This was even more nerve-wracking than having a gun pointed at his head.

He instinctively leaned back away from her again.

But even that didn’t save him.

Si Qiu slammed her hand onto the sofa in anger, then suddenly sat up and turned toward him.

“They say when love goes well, gambling goes badly. You’re definitely jinxing me! I died before the safe zone even started shrinking!”

Elias genuinely felt wronged—but the phrase “love goes well” seemed to strike something in him.

So he thought for a moment, then suddenly took the phone from her hand and tossed it onto the coffee table. Next, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

This would stop them from arguing—and also punish her for blaming him.

Si Qiu’s lips were beautifully shaped, the soft lip bead always tempting him to taste them. Her lips were soft like jelly, and once held between his, he didn’t want to let go.

This time, Si Qiu didn’t notice any scent of smoke. Between their intertwined breaths, a faint mint flavor spread between them.

Feeling her slight resistance, he slid a hand through her soft hair to support the back of her neck, deepening the kiss until her struggle gradually faded.

His kisses slowly moved downward—from her jaw to her neck—lightly biting at the blue veins beneath her skin, leaving faint red marks along her collarbone like blooming flowers.

His fingers, as if instinctively, slipped away the obstructing fabric. His lips continued downward, exploring the soft, delicate skin beneath.

Si Qiu lay back on the sofa, one arm covering her eyes, the other clutching his hair tightly. Suddenly, her body trembled and she let out a soft whimper.

Elias, as if rewarded, became even more intense. He was intoxicated by the allure she displayed, and the sensation of their skin pressed together.

In that instant, he felt as if time itself had come to an end.

In the end, still concerned about her body, he abruptly stopped. Even he couldn’t tell whether he had ended up punishing Si Qiu—or punishing himself.

He got up, carried Si Qiu into the bedroom, covered her with the blanket, and gently pressed two light kisses on her lips.

“Qiuqiu, I’m going to the bathroom.”

Si Qiu pulled the blanket over her head, gave a vague “mm,” and waved him off randomly, telling him to go.

Elias thought she looked unbearably cute like that. He glanced at her once more before heading into the bathroom, the sound of rushing water soon echoing out.

Only then did Si Qiu slowly pull the blanket down. Her eyes flicked toward the bathroom door, and she quickly pulled the blanket back up again.

In the bathroom, Elias let cold water pour down from his head, soaking through his body—yet instead of cooling him, it seemed to stir up faint waves of heat.

He ran his fingers back through his hair, eyes closed. Scenes from earlier replayed in his mind, and with the sound of running water, his control slowly slipped.

His breathing grew heavier and more unsteady, blending with the sound of the water. When everything finally calmed down, he stepped out wrapped in a bath towel.

He had expected to see a little “lecherous kitten,” but instead, the little kitten was already fast asleep, her cheeks flushed pink.

He reached out and raised the air conditioner temperature by a few degrees. This little fool always set it too low and then slept buried under a thick blanket.

If she kicked it off even slightly, she would easily catch a cold.

When he left the bedroom, Karl and Theodore were already waiting outside.

“Sir, the one called Song Xiaxia has already been dealt with.”

“Mm. Try not to mention this in front of her.”

Elias came to the bar counter, opened a bottle of liquor, poured about one-third into a square glass, and downed it in one go.

He looked up at the two of them, his gaze finally landing on Karl.

“You come with me to train. Theodore, stay here and keep watch.”

Karl nodded in agreement, but inside he was already bitter beyond words.

In a spacious training room, Karl was slammed straight to the ground. The heavy impact made it obvious how painful it was, but he didn’t even have time to dwell on it.

He rolled with the force, narrowly dodging a stomp from combat boots, then pushed himself back up with a twist of his body.

His upper body was covered in tight, well-defined muscles, glistening with fine beads of sweat. He shook his shoulders slightly, trying to ease the pain in his muscles.

Across from him, Elias was also bare-chested.

His skin was several shades paler than Karl’s, yet it was covered in scars of varying sizes. At that moment, he stood there staring at Karl, his gaze not ferocious—but cold to the extreme.

Just meeting that look was enough to make a person shiver involuntarily.

Before Karl could even fully recover, a side kick came flying in. He raised his arm to block it, his body tilting from the force.

Fortunately, his lower stance was steady enough that he only staggered slightly—but what followed was a storm of punches and kicks.

He looked like a frail patient under such an assault, completely unable to fight back.

In the end, he was kicked flying again, bounced back by the resistance cables, and collapsed onto the ground. Trembling, he raised a hand in surrender.

“Boss… I can’t take it anymore, please spare me.”

Elias abruptly stopped his attack, frowning slightly in dissatisfaction. One of his trained subordinates quickly came over with a bottle of water and a towel.

Elias twisted open the bottle and drank half of it in one go. The rest he poured over his head.

He took the towel and roughly wiped through his wet hair.

“You need to train harder.”