novelraw Chapter 1107: Please Take Me Too
Chapter 1107: Please Take Me Too
Creak—ya—!
As the restroom door slowly opened, a chill drifted out.
At the same time, a withered hand—its finger bones gnarled like branches—suddenly reached out and grabbed the door.
Miss Maid took a slight step back and looked down.
The hand slowly pulled the door inward. In the dim light, a face—sunken and pale—gradually lifted. Her hair was completely white.
Miss Maid could clearly see the look in her eyes—almost devoid of hope.
“Oh my, Miss Nero, are you alright?” Miss Maid asked softly.
“Try it... twenty days... just drinking water... and see for yourself…”
“It was my oversight.” Miss Maid now looked genuinely apologetic. “I’m truly sorry. Please wait a moment, I’ll go prepare some food to help you recover.”
With that, Miss Maid hurried off—looking like someone eager to make up for a mistake.Nero, seeing this, had no choice but to crawl out slowly... A normal person fasting for seven or eight days could barely survive on water alone—likely already dead. To have endured this long meant her body had been honed to the extreme.
But even so, the suffering she endured during this time had increased exponentially. Her injuries needed regular medication to suppress the pain. Without it, she had to endure the torment, which placed a tremendous strain on her body.
And though her body was toughened, that very strength also meant its energy consumption was enormous.
…
In the lounge, Da Zhe set down the soulless Tai Yinzi—ever since he’d brought him back, he’d been in this dejected state.
Now, he looked utterly resigned, slumped next to the coffee table, eyes blank as he stared at an old record player in the corner.
“Da Zhe… right?”
“Yeah,” Da Zhe nodded and leaned forward. “What’s up, man?”
Tai Yinzi raised a paw and pointed at the record player. “Inside the cabinet, count from the left—it’s the ninth record. There should be a duplicate copy. I hid an extra one there. Can you play it for me?”
“Uh… shouldn’t be a problem.”
Da Zhe thought about it. Neither Boss nor Miss Maid had ever told him not to touch things here—though, to be fair, he never had the habit anyway.
Playing a record didn’t seem like a big deal, so he agreed readily. He asked curiously, “So, why the sudden desire for music?”
Tai Yinzi looked at Da Zhe with dead eyes and said in a hoarse, world-weary voice, “Back when I was alive, I was a man of dignity... before I die, is it too much to ask for one last thing I enjoy? Even death row inmates get a hearty last meal.”
“…What did you do?” Da Zhe shook his head.
But he was the type to follow through once he agreed, so he went to the record player.
Tai Yinzi sighed, watching Da Zhe crouch down to search. “Honestly, I used to be someone of status—a major project leader at the club.”
“This one?” Da Zhe pulled out a record and held it up. “But there’s only one. You said there was a duplicate?”
Tai Yinzi paused, as if he wanted to say something—but in the end, just sighed again and said, “My birthday’s on the 17th of the fourth lunar month. I love the osmanthus cakes from Bai Fang Zhai in Luoyang. Can’t find those anymore, but store-bought ones will do… Also, cola. Not sure if they have it in the afterlife, so please burn me a few cases. Oh, and if One Piece is finished, burn me a copy too. But if the author pulls some ‘new adventure awaits’ nonsense, then don’t bother—just burn the author instead…”
As Tai Yinzi rattled off his instructions, Da Zhe became more curious about what this once “dignified” Black Soul Envoy had done before… Was it related to the Penglai Treasure Vault?
Just then, strange sounds came from the hallway. Tai Yinzi kept talking, oblivious. Da Zhe looked and saw a female figure, looking like a dried corpse wrapped in a towel, crawling out slowly.
He vaguely remembered—wasn’t that the woman who’d been locked in the restroom earlier?
Da Zhe looked at Nero, then at Tai Yinzi’s pathetic state… images of Wang Hu covered in filth flashed through his mind. He shuddered—then heard footsteps from the kitchen.
Without thinking—pure instinct—Da Zhe stuffed the record back into its sleeve, carefully put it away, and rushed back to the sofa, sitting upright.
His sheer survival instinct even made him force a stiff smile. “Miss You Ye, you’re done?”
Miss Maid parted the curtain, holding a tray.
She looked at Da Zhe, who was sitting ramrod straight, and raised a brow. “Mr. Da Zhe, are you hot?”
“Hot? No? Oh… maybe I was just moving around too much earlier? Didn’t we fight in the Penglai Treasure Vault?” Da Zhe wiped his forehead… when did he start sweating?
“There’s fresh iced water at the counter,” Miss Maid smiled gently. “Take a break.”
Da Zhe nodded stiffly.
Then, the maid, ignoring Tai Yinzi entirely, walked to Nero and gently placed a plate of food from the tray in front of her.
“Miss Nero, I carefully prepared this to help you recover… please enjoy.”
It was a calorie-bomb mixture.
Miss Maid gracefully walked away—tray in hand, heading toward the study.
Da Zhe glanced at her departing figure, then at the food now on the floor in front of Nero—who was still sprawled out, weak and shriveled.
He suddenly sensed malice from Miss Maid. But then Nero slowly stuck out her tongue… and reached for the food on the plate.
Da Zhe’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth, breath quickening.
Don’t eat it!! Don’t do it!!
You’ll lose your dignity!! Hang in there!!
Finally, Nero licked the food.
Her dignity… was gone.
…
Knock knock—!
When You Ye entered the study, Luo Qiu was sitting in the corner of the sofa, gently brushing Luo Ya’s hair, his eyes full of warmth.
Luo Ya lay on the sofa, seemingly asleep.
“Master.”
Luo Qiu turned and made a quieting gesture.
Miss Maid nodded and tiptoed in, silently setting down the tray and tea, then came to Luo Qiu’s side.
“She must be exhausted,” Miss Maid said, gazing at the girl’s delicate face. “I’ll prepare a clean room for her shortly.”
Luo Qiu nodded, then began taking off his coat.
Seeing this, Miss Maid stepped behind him and helped remove it, then gently covered Luo Ya with it.
“You always know what I want to do.”
Miss Maid looked back with a faint smile.
Luo Qiu waved toward Luo Ya. The air shimmered, and a transparent barrier enveloped the whole sofa. He returned to his desk. “By the way, how’s Miss Nero?”
“No serious issues,” Miss Maid replied calmly.
Luo Qiu just nodded, not pressing further. He looked up at You Ye and suddenly said, “Karla Fal.”
Beside the desk, as Miss Maid was pouring floral tea for Luo Qiu, she suddenly stopped. At the same moment, the steaming tea was about to overflow.
This wasn't because she was distracted—it was because she had frozen in place.
“As expected…”
Luo Qiu gently tapped his finger on the desk—and the falling tea stopped midair. His eyes were closed.
Within the club, everything turned black and white. Da Zhe, sitting upright, froze as well. Nero, who had buried her face in her food, also stopped. Tai Yinzi, still with his head down, didn't move either.
Luo Qiu let out a quiet breath, stood up, and walked out of the study alone.
Shortly after, he arrived at the lowest level of the club and opened a door only he could access. Everything here was the same as when he last left. Luo Qiu stepped up to the altar.
The altar slowly began to rise, revealing the pillar embedded with gold and silver cards. Luo Qiu circled it twice.
Then he stopped. “This really isn’t good—if there’s no one left I can talk to.”
Silence.
“Except for freedom,” Luo Qiu said emotionlessly, staring at the altar. “I can do whatever I want, right?”
…
The pillar atop the altar slowly descended.
Luo Qiu stepped back, turned, and exited the room, returning to the study.
As he sat down, everything resumed its flow. The tea still steamed, and the floral scent softly spread, calming the air. Luo Qiu looked at You Ye’s profile… and finally, she tilted the teapot back, finishing a cup filled to eighty percent.
“I picked some fresh ones before I came in—please try it, Master.” She brought the teacup over, placed it beside him, face as calm as ever.
Luo Qiu couldn’t help but reach out and touch You Ye’s cheek… Miss Maid flinched slightly.
“Master?”
She turned to face him.
Luo Qiu leaned into Miss Maid’s arms like a child—seeking something.
His ear rested against her body, as if trying to listen for something.
She said nothing, just gently closed her eyes and embraced her master’s head with care.
They stayed like that…
…for a long time.
Eventually, Luo Qiu took a deep breath, released her, and apologized, “I think I lost composure.”
“Did something upset you, Master?” You Ye shook her head—her tolerance for him far outweighed any etiquette. It was a tolerance only for him.
“I just…” Luo Qiu seemed to regain his usual demeanor. He looked at her, his gaze different from before. “I just suddenly wanted to hug you. And I thought—you probably wouldn’t reject me… Seems I was right.”
Words of loyalty were unnecessary. Miss Maid simply took Luo Qiu’s hand, pressed it gently to her chest, and said softly, “You Ye belongs only to you.”
“So long as I’m still the Boss of this club?” Luo Qiu suddenly asked.
Miss Maid replied, “If… then please take me with you too.”
Someday—before the feelings swelling in her heart now eventually grow cold and disappear—she wished to truly fall in love with him.
“Stay with me a little longer.”
…
…
The wall clock ticked steadily, its sound echoing throughout the lounge.
When You Ye left, she took Luo Ya with her to prepare a new room.
Luo Qiu stepped out of the study.
Nero had already cleaned her plate—licked spotless—and was now leaning against the counter, dazedly staring at the ceiling. But she looked a bit better.
Da Zhe saw the Boss emerge and opened his mouth to speak, but Luo Qiu waved his hand, motioning him to stop.
He approached Nero—although her face was clean, faint traces of grease lingered.
“I truly apologize.”
As he spoke, Nero’s body began rapidly recovering to her previous state—no more, no less.
Her injuries, however, remained.
Luo Qiu took out a handkerchief and gently wiped her face. “For our next deal, I’ll offer Miss Nero a proper discount… I’m sorry that this is all I can do for compensation.”
Nero’s lashes fluttered. As she came back to herself, she looked at Luo Qiu and suddenly said, “Boss, you’re being so nice to me… aren’t you afraid your Miss Maid might wipe me out—entirely?”
“Miss Nero, you’re joking,” Luo Qiu smiled. “We would never harm our guests… Even if there’s unintentional loss, we always compensate right away.”
Nero chuckled.
She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “I’d do anything to survive, you know.”
“That’s Miss Nero’s personal freedom.”
“Alright then,” Nero narrowed her eyes. “But I still don’t feel safe. So… from now on, I’m selling myself. I’m yours now. You can’t refuse, right? It’s a client request… and you did say you’d give me a discount.”
…
Tai Yinzi suddenly twitched on the side, looking pitifully at Nero.
This foolish girl thought this would save her?
Clearly, she had no idea what it meant… to live under the rule of the black-hearted maid.
(End of Chapter)