Not That Kind of Person

Most of the time, Qian Baitao kept a pretty regular sleep schedule, falling asleep around ten.

But tonight, Qian Baitao stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Finally, she couldn't help reaching for her phone. She opened the Death Game App and looked over her chat history with Yimo again.

Qian Baitao: Yimo, Yimo! Don't worry!

Qian Baitao: I've completed the mission perfectly and successfully found out about Qin Muse's situation. There's nobody weird around her, and she has no enemies or anyone chasing after her!

Qian Baitao: She's not interested in you lately, either, so rest assured!

Qian Baitao: My boyfriend is safe! Mission accomplished! Yay! (Kindergarten-style sticker pack)

Yimo: emmmm...

Yimo: That crazy woman knows I'm investigating her now?

Qian Baitao: Ehehe...

Yimo: What do you mean, "ehehe," you big dummy!

Yimo: Looks like she knows.

Qian Baitao: Well, actually...

Yimo: No need to explain. You getting exposed was entirely within my expectations. I'd be surprised if you hadn't been exposed.

Yimo: By the way, going to bed early and getting up early is good for your health. I should go to sleep soon, so you should get some rest too. Good night!

Qian Baitao: Yes, sir! (Kindergarten-style sticker pack)

Qian Baitao furrowed her little brows and repeatedly looked over her chat history with Yimo, wondering if she hadn't been cute enough and should have sent a few more cute stickers.

She also felt a little regretful.

Although she'd finally managed to get in touch with her boyfriend again recently, they didn't seem to chat that much.

During the day, Yimo would probably show up after ten and say he was busy, and that they could talk later in the evening.

Then, in the evening, Yimo would say he was too exhausted