After Calamity Reimu hurriedly left, Bai Zhi took on the heavy responsibility of looking after Dead Zero.
—During the process, he was utterly exhausted.
Although Dead Zero was currently in a mentally regressed state, her actual strength had not diminished in the slightest. She was like a three-year-old holding a fully loaded machine gun—the destructive power and intimidation were both maxed out.
Previously, young Dead Zero had merely pestered Calamity Reimu for a paintbrush so she could scribble on paper. But now, she had stopped tormenting the paintbrush and started tormenting him instead.
One moment, she clamored for him to lift her high into the air; the next, she demanded head pats and for him to smooth down her hair. Then she insisted on playing horsey and flying in an airplane, only to drag him into playing house with her afterward...
The first two were manageable, but when she, dressed as a doctor, solemnly picked up a syringe as thick as an adult's arm and tried to pull down his pants to give him a butt injection, Bai Zhi had to admit that he wanted to run.
...That syringe seemed to have been left here by Calamity Reimu.
Of course, Bai Zhi still agreed to some reasonable requests out of consideration for her being a sick person, but he firmly refused others.
Never mind that he did not want another piece of scandalous history for himself—more importantly, if he really indulged her in everything, then the camera Calamity Reimu had left behind would probably record an exciting restricted film... the 18+ kind.
After all that commotion, young Dead Zero was still bursting with energy, while Bai Zhi was nearly done for.
So when the sweat-soaked Dead Zero tugged at him and coquettishly asked him to bathe her, Bai Zhi seized