Journey Through Dimensional Worlds

Chapter 14 Departure

Tornado noticed He Quan suddenly lost in thought and asked, "What are you standing there for?"

"I'm leaving in three days."

He Quan didn't mince words and told her directly.

"Walk?"

Tornado blinked, seemingly not fully understanding the word's meaning in the current context, and subconsciously asked, "Where to?"

"Leave this place and go to another world."

Tornado's pupils contracted slightly, her sleepiness vanished instantly, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze: "...How long?"

"uncertain."

He Quan continued to explain, without hiding anything or making any embellishments: "This time I may be away for a long time, maybe a few weeks, or maybe a few years, or even more than ten years."

Time flows at different rates in different worlds, and he is unsure how long it will take to return.

The moment He Quan finished speaking, the pale green glow around the tornado suddenly flashed uncontrollably!

"Splash—!"

The water cups, toothbrushes, and towels in the bathroom, having lost the support of their mental energy, all fell to the ground with a series of chaotic sounds.

Tornado's body stiffened, her eyes fixed on He Quan, filled with disbelief and a sense of sudden emptiness.

He Quan immediately reached out and pressed down on her slightly trembling shoulder, his grip steady, trying to convey some reassurance: "Don't worry, don't worry, it's not like you're not coming back."

He pulled the still somewhat dazed Tornado to the sofa in the living room and sat down. Looking at her somber face, he suddenly smirked and teased her in his usual playful tone, "Hey, you're not going to cry, are you? Tsk tsk, sure enough, less than a year and you've already become dependent on me!"

"..."

Tornado didn't say anything, she just stared at him intently.

It was such a sudden and serious matter, yet he described it so casually, as if it were just going out to buy groceries.

An indescribable mix of grievance and anger welled up in my heart.

The next second, the remote control, books, and toys scattered on the ground suddenly floated into the air and smashed down on He Quan!

He Quan neither dodged nor avoided, nor even frowned. The things that hit him bounced off as if they had hit an iron plate.

He ignored these harmless attacks and suddenly leaned down, getting close to Tornado. Before Tornado could react, his lips were already pressed against hers.

It wasn't a fleeting touch, but a kiss that lingered for a moment, carrying a clear temperature and weight.

The tornado shuddered, and all the objects that were hurtling towards He Quan instantly lost their momentum and fell to the ground again.

She felt the warm touch on her lips, and the inexplicable anger deflated instantly like a punctured balloon, leaving only a surge of complex and indescribable emotions in her chest.

After their lips parted, she took a deep breath, trying her best to suppress the sob in her throat. In the end, she simply turned her face away and said in a voice that was trying hard to remain calm but still trembled slightly, "Come back soon."

"Um."

He Quan nodded, agreeing readily.

But he was clearly not satisfied with that. To make this parting "impression" deep enough, he decided to do something even more outrageous.

He grasped Tornado's slender arm and, under her questioning gaze, raised it high.

"What...what are you trying to do now?!" Tornado suddenly had a bad feeling and started to struggle.

He Quan grinned, and without a word, brought his face close to her armpit, took a deep breath, and then...

"Damn it! Let go! I shower properly every day! I don't smell!"

Tornado's face instantly turned bright red, filled with shame and indignation. She pounded on He Quan's back with her other hand, but to no avail.

After a while, He Quan finally released her with satisfaction, savoring the taste in his mouth.

Long Juan immediately pulled her arms back and hugged them tightly to her chest. Her face was so red that it was almost bleeding. She glared at He Quan with a mixture of shame and anger, too angry to speak.

He Quan grinned at her, saying smugly, "How about it? You'll probably never forget me for the rest of your life, right?"

Before leaving, he wanted Tornado to remember him.

Not just as "the person who saved her," but as the most important person in her life.

Before the tornado could even form, he activated [Flesh and Blood Form] with a thought.

The soft nightgown on Tornado's body began to change shape at a visible speed. The color deepened to pure black, and the fabric stretched out, transforming into a high-slit long dress that outlined her still-developing curves, while the high slit of the skirt exposed her fair and slender thighs.

That will be her classic look in the future.

Tornado looked down in astonishment at her drastically changed clothes. Before she could even gasp, she felt her legs being enveloped in a warm, enveloping sensation.

Black, slightly matte pantyhose, like a second skin, subtly emerged from the bottom up, perfectly covering her exposed legs and extending all the way to the top of her thighs, connecting with the hem of her long dress.

"You'll probably dress like this in the future."

He Quan stroked his chin, admiring his masterpiece, his tone carrying an undeniable possessiveness: "But this is prone to showing too much skin, you'll need to wear pantyhose."

He leaned close to Tornado's ear and whispered, "After all, only I can appreciate your bodies."

The next three days seemed to fly by on fast-forward.

He Quan, along with Tornado and Blizzard, seemed to be making up for all the time he would miss in the future, and having fun to his heart's content.

They visited all the amusement parks, aquariums, and cinemas in Z city, and ate all kinds of delicious food.

During the day, Xue's laughter never ceased; at night, He Quan used every "unforgettable" method to deepen his mark on Long Juan's life.

Why put it inside the shoes?

"Damn it, I told you to remind me when it was almost done! And now you're messing with my hair again!"

"You've gotten my clothes dirty again!"

"Huh? You want socks too...?"

"Put down Fubuki's socks right now!"

......

The night before he left, He Quan handed a document to Long Juan. It contained all the asset certificates, bank cards, and investment vouchers under his name, and all his assets had been clearly transferred to Long Juan's name.

"Take these and take good care of yourself and Fubuki."

His tone was as casual as if he were explaining something trivial.

Tornado took the heavy document, but didn't look at it; she just held it tightly in her hand.

In these three days, He Quan, in his own way, left a very deep mark on her heart.

Those intimate touches that made one blush, those domineering yet tender words, those seemingly joking yet incredibly serious declarations...

......

In the early morning, Tornado woke up with a heart palpitation.

The sky was just beginning to lighten outside the window, and the room was unusually quiet. Chuixue was still asleep, curled up on the other side of the bed, hugging He Quan's pillow. She had probably rolled over there in the middle of the night and was imagining the pillow as him.

Tornado instinctively reached out and touched a cold, empty sheet.

A year is not a long time, but it is enough to form a deeply ingrained habit.

She grew accustomed to his warmth, his faint, reassuring scent, his nightly touches, sometimes gentle, sometimes domineering, his constant companionship, and simply his very presence.

When someone so intensely and profoundly permeates every day, every night, and every breath of her life, when every corner of her life is filled with his traces, how could she possibly forget?

Tornado curled up, burying her face in the pillow that still held his scent, and remained motionless for a long time.

(End of this chapter)