What the hell is Kiss Mastery? Basically, to get this passive skill, she had no idea how many thousands of times she’d have to kiss Shaoyao just to unlock the Photographic Memory skill.
Naturally, the active skills were also obtained by extracting spiritual energy.
“Shaoyao, I’m here to give you some spiritual power.”
“Shaoyao, don’t hide, I brought your favorite candy.”
During her days at the Baichi Sanatorium, Qin Xiangyi still pretended to take the medicine the sanatorium provided, but whenever she had free time, she’d sneak into the Flower God Ring.
Every day, she’d steal a kiss from the flower god Huang Quan, then go pester Shaoyao, who had already taken on human form.
“You bastard, stay away from me!” Shaoyao was still dressed in red, her posture graceful, but she couldn’t hide the anger in her eyes.
Ever since Qin Xiangyi kissed her, she’d been hounded for spiritual power every time.
At first, Shaoyao was happy about it, but after a while, she realized something was off—Qin Xiangyi wasn’t giving her spiritual power, she was just lusting after her body.
So Shaoyao’s initial joy had turned into fear, but the Flower God Ring’s space wasn’t big, and after a few steps, Shaoyao would get caught by Qin Xiangyi.
“Shaoyao, be good, just one kiss today!” After nearly a month in the sanatorium—thirty months inside the Flower God Ring—Qin Xiangyi had copied all of Shaoyao’s active skills, but still hadn’t gotten the SSR-level passive skill, Photographic Memory.
“No, the Flower God is watching.”
Shaoyao begged for mercy, feeling like she was cheating on the Flower God.
“What are you afraid of? We’re just transferring spiritual power.
Look, you’ve already gone from a level one flower person to a level five.” To get Photographic Memory, Qin Xiangyi had poured almost all her spiritual power into Shaoyao.
But she hadn’t expected it to be so hard to get.
Shaoyao had even unlocked the Kiss Mastery skill from all the kissing, but Qin Xiangyi still hadn’t gotten what she wanted.
“Flower God, save me!” Shaoyao seemed even more embarrassed, suddenly pointing behind her.
Qin Xiangyi didn’t believe her—Huang Quan was cold and indifferent, there was no way she’d care about Qin Xiangyi exploiting Shaoyao.
Honestly, it was just Qin Xiangyi doting on Shaoyao.
But as Shaoyao called out, Qin Xiangyi really did catch a familiar scent.
Awkwardly turning around, she saw the cold and beautiful woman behind her—sure enough, it was the flower god Huang Quan.
Her expression was calm, her eyes showing little emotion.
Qin Xiangyi had designed her as the classic ice queen—ruthless, quiet, and in all this time, Qin Xiangyi had heard her speak less than ten times.
“It’s been a while since the flower master came to see me.” But now, the flower god actually spoke up, and even Qin Xiangyi could hear the subtle resentment in her voice.
“Uh, well, all the seeds we planted before just turned into weeds, so I wanted to take a break.” Qin Xiangyi answered awkwardly, which was also why she’d been pouring so much spiritual power into Shaoyao.
She didn’t know what went wrong, but everything she planted with the flower god turned into weeds.
The flower slave was thrilled to see the thriving little weeds, but for Qin Xiangyi, who would have to face the world’s malice in the future, weeds weren’t going to help her situation.
Huang Quan seemed to think that made sense and turned to leave, but when she saw the flower slave’s kind smile in the distance, she hesitated and walked back to Qin Xiangyi.
“It’s been a week.
Let’s try again.”
Even though Huang Quan was the flower god, she seemed to have no way to refuse the flower slave who’d watched her grow up.
With the flower slave’s encouragement, Qin Xiangyi had no choice but to offer up her lips.
Faced with such a stunning beauty who attracted both men and women, Qin Xiangyi always kept her distance.
Because Huang Quan was a woman, and because she knew Huang Quan was just her tool, Qin Xiangyi never put any feelings into it.
But in reality, the process of creating flower people required both parties to be invested—the more in sync they were, the higher the level of the resulting flower person.
But with Huang Quan’s personality, she’d never fall in love easily, and Qin Xiangyi was straight, so she wasn’t going to catch feelings either.
She watched as Huang Quan leaned in, suddenly feeling awkward.
Huang Quan seemed to notice Qin Xiangyi’s reluctance and frowned slightly, but didn’t say anything.
“How about we try something different? We each ask the other a question every day, and after that, we try again?” Qin Xiangyi forced herself to come up with a new approach, hoping they could get to know each other better.
“Okay.”
Huang Quan didn’t really get it, but agreed in the end.
“I’ll go first.
What kind of flower are you?” So Qin Xiangyi asked the simplest question, thinking it would help them get closer, but Huang Quan just froze.
“Can I not answer that?” “…” But she hadn’t expected the Q&A game to end before it even started.
Seeing Qin Xiangyi’s awkwardness, Huang Quan thought for a moment and asked, “Then let me ask you—what kind of flower god do you think I am?”
“A clumsy flower god who’s not good with words.”
“…” Qin Xiangyi quickly ended the conversation, and their lips met.
As expected, they produced another little weed.
Qin Xiangyi was frustrated, thinking for ages but still couldn’t figure out why Huang Quan refused to answer.
She had no choice but to ask the flower slave.
The flower slave didn’t look surprised.
His squinty eyes opened a little, and he said in a sad voice, “The flower god doesn’t like her own flower type, so she doesn’t want to tell anyone.”
Qin Xiangyi was stunned, and instantly realized why Huang Quan hated her own flower type.
Huang Quan was a Manjusaka, the flower of death.
It was known as an ominous flower, and Qin Xiangyi had deliberately given Huang Quan that background.
But she hadn’t expected that this backstory would become an obsession for her.
“Should I go apologize?” “No need, you already called her clumsy.” The flower slave laughed, as if he found Qin Xiangyi’s struggle with Huang Quan very amusing.
Qin Xiangyi blushed, hating how small the Flower God Ring’s space was—so small there were no secrets between them…
A few days passed quietly.
Somewhere in the Baichi Sanatorium, Qin Xiangyi tricked Shaoyao out again, coaxing her with spiritual power.
“Shaoyao, I’ll give you today’s spiritual power again.”
Shaoyao looked wary, her expression one of unyielding resistance.
But she knew she couldn’t escape Qin Xiangyi’s clutches, so she resigned herself, closed her eyes, and waited for the kiss.
But this time, the kiss didn’t come—Qin Xiangyi ran off.
System: Flower fairy detected—Feng Yourou.
