Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 241: Dirty Thoughts

Mariella fell silent in speechless frustration.

She pouted, leaned back onto the couch, and crooked a finger at Chandler, openly teasing him. "Come here. Keep me company in bed."

Who would have thought Chandler would reject her on the spot with a serious face? "We can't fool around in broad daylight."

Daytime was for serious business, especially while their teammates were still out working. How could he be rolling around in bed with her at a time like this?

Looking at Chandler, who was full of principles and refused to give in easily, Mariella changed tactics. "If the other employees are all working, you can't be idle either. Come on, do a hot dance for me and wake me up."

Chandler refused immediately. "I don't know how to dance."

Mariella looked at him and asked, "Then what do you know how to do?"

Chandler answered seriously, "Restraint techniques, combat, hand-to-hand fighting, knives, guns."

Mariella clapped her hands. "They say dance and martial arts come from the same roots. Since you know martial arts, learning dance should be easy. You can learn."

She motioned for him to sit beside her, turned on the TV in the living room, and pulled up downloaded dance videos for him to study.

Chandler fell silent.

Where had she found the leisure for this sort of thing?

Mariella laughed softly. "Work and rest should be balanced. If you keep living with a tight string pulled all day long, eventually it affects your body and mind. You need to relax once in a while."

They had been busy for days and had gained so much. Her sense of security was overflowing now.

The two of them deserved a day off.

...

Mariella looked like she was slacking off, but she was not completely slacking off.

She lay leisurely on the couch, admiring Chandler's dance moves, while at the same time practicing using her mind to do farm work inside the storage space.

For the moment, she still could not mentally operate machinery in the storage space, but almost everything else could be done that way.

For example, picking beans and pulling vegetables. Or gathering water caltrops, digging up water chestnuts and lotus roots. She could even use her mind to search the mud beneath the reed marsh water for freshwater mussels.

Since the water in the reed marsh could not be drained, manually digging out the mussels hidden there would have been exhausting.

But treasure hunting underwater was much easier when she controlled things with her mind.

After practicing for more than an hour, she became more and more skilled at controlling her consciousness, and the number of mussels she dug up kept increasing.

Because the storage space had gone through three major upgrades, the crops in the fields had already been harvested several rounds. Even the fruit saplings had been accelerated into growing taller, flowering, and bearing fruit. The reed marsh had also produced more than 7,000 pounds of freshwater seafood.

So the mussels had long since matured, and they had grown especially huge. Every one of them weighed seven or eight pounds.

If she could actually feel weight inside the storage space, she probably would have been exhausted after digging for a while.

The more Mariella dug, the more excited she became, and a mysterious smile appeared on her face.

Chandler was following the dance video on TV and practicing hip-swaying moves according to Mariella's preferences. When his eyes swept toward her, he happened to see a scene that was easy to misunderstand.

Mariella was lying on the couch, staring at him the whole time with what looked like a heated gaze.

Her face was flushed, the corners of her lips were raised, and her eyes looked hazy and unfocused, as if she had fallen into some half-dazed state.

Chandler felt as if electricity had run through his whole body and froze on the spot.

He could not help remembering how she reacted during certain moments before. He was deeply shocked.

Could it be that she was... fantasizing about him right now?

When Mariella finished using her mind to dig up mussels, she was just about to share the good news with Chandler when she saw that he had already sat down beside her.

He reached out a handsome hand and gently touched her forehead, concern showing in his eyes. "Mariella, what's going on with you? Do you need me to get Dr. Lester to come take a look?"

Mariella was speechless. "I'm perfectly fine. What would Dr. Lester need to check?"

Chandler looked embarrassed, but still decided it was better not to ignore a possible problem. "You keep wanting... this kind of thing. Is it possible you have some kind of psychological issue?"

Mariella understood immediately and smacked him. "You're the one with a psychological issue! I was obviously using my mind to dig mussels in the storage space. Your head was full of dirty thoughts, you misunderstood everything, and then blamed me for it! I'm a perfectly respectable woman, and this is how you see me? Hmph!"

Chandler realized the misunderstanding and hurried to apologize.

With a handsome man in her arms and hearing him coax her with sweet words, Mariella decided not to stay mad at him.

She simply pulled him into the storage space and had him open mussels with her to collect pearls.

Chandler was stunned by the giant mussels weighing seven or eight pounds each. "Wow. Mussels can grow this big?"

Mariella guessed, "Maybe the huge energy from the storage space's three upgrades accelerated them."

The mussels had been harvested the latest, so it was not strange that they had grown this large.

Chandler pulled out the short military knife he carried with him and pried open one giant mussel. From inside, he found a huge round pearl.

"Whoa, that pearl is enormous!" When Mariella took it in her hand, her first thought was not about making jewelry with it, but something else. "Will the storage space eat it too?"

She tossed the pearl into the static zone.

But the pearl stayed exactly where it landed, completely untouched.

Apparently the static zone was picky. It would not consume jewelry it had produced itself.