Chapter 78

34 hours—that's Han Fei's remaining time.

In theory, Han Fei could delay his departure until the morning after tomorrow.

But that would be too extreme, and pulling the switch in the middle of the night could easily be mistaken for a sneaky intruder.

Therefore, tomorrow during the day will be Han Fei's last chance.

He has a whole day to operate it; even if he can't pull the switch, he can still leave in a sorry state and get away with his bag.

The moonlight was like water as he quietly pondered how he should say goodbye tomorrow.

Behind me, a bedroom door opened silently. Light footsteps approached from afar.

Han Fei turned around instinctively.

It's Lemuen.

A plain-colored nightgown clung to her slender figure, and her soft-soled slippers made almost no sound as she approached. The moonlight, like water, flowed over her gentle profile.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

The moonlight outlined her graceful figure; not because she was plump, but because she possessed a serene beauty under the moon. She glanced at him sideways and said softly, "We have to go to the Notarial Office tomorrow, and you also need to figure out how to turn off the power. It wouldn't be good if you overslept."

"I just have some trouble sleeping," Han Fei explained softly, gazing at the girl's pretty face.

"Why? You used to sleep really well; I remember you could fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow," Lemuen asked in surprise.

"Yes, because we're parting ways tomorrow."

He turned his gaze back to the window, his voice low and somber, "The previous partings were all too sudden, so I didn't feel much. Now that I clearly know I have to say goodbye, it's actually a bit..."

"You can't bear to part with it?"

Lemuen tilted her head slightly, her pink pupils looking directly at Han Fei, her gaze landing gently on his face.

Volume 1: Chapter 115 Such a strong sense of stealth

Han Fei hadn't expected Lemuen to be so direct. After a brief silence, he gazed at Lemuen's profile and answered truthfully:

"That's true."

Han Fei sighed, "After all, we've fought side by side for so long. It would be a lie to say we're not a little sad about parting."

"That's true."

Lemuen nodded in agreement, then gently poked Han Fei's arm with her fingertip, "But you can't stay. If it's just a matter of money, there are plenty of ways to make a living if you stay. And if all else fails..."

She turned her head to look at the moonlight outside the window, the moonlight flowing in her pink eyes, and said softly, "Even if things get really bad, I won't let you go hungry."

"You'll support me?" Han Fei blinked, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Lemuen tilted her head slightly, her eyes clear yet tinged with a hint of cunning. "Is that not allowed?"

"Okay."

Han Fei just smiled and said, "However, I still prefer to rely on my own hands rather than be fed by others."

The next second, a thought flashed into Han Fei's mind like lightning—why did she have to stay? Why couldn't she come with him?!

The idea came so suddenly and strongly that it almost slipped out. He cleared his throat, and with an impulse and expectation that he himself hadn't fully grasped, he tentatively began to speak:

"Hey, how about you join us? I can run errands and support you."

In that instant, Lemuen's heart felt as if it had been gently squeezed, skipping a beat. She looked into Han Fei's eyes, which seemed exceptionally earnest in the moonlight, as if trying to confirm every word he spoke, and her voice unconsciously softened further:

"Are you serious?"

"Of course, absolutely!" Han Fei patted his chest, his tone resolute.

Seeing the young man's genuine sincerity, a warm current mixed with impulse almost burst out of Lemuen's throat, making her nod in agreement immediately.

However, the moment this thought arose, invisible threads began to entangle it— Fiammetta's concerned gaze, Lemuen's carefree smile, her parents' warm embrace, and the Laterano City bathed in the radiance of holy law...

This is the promised land of Sankta, the homeland to which her bloodline is connected.

A glint flashed in her eyes. After a moment's hesitation, she softly asked the crucial question, "Can I still go back to Laterano?"

"It should be fine, right?"

Han Fei was somewhat unsure; he still hadn't figured out the full usage of the Special Operations Center.

"Should?"

Lemuen caught his uncertainty, her pink eyes narrowed slightly, and a sly smile curved her lips, carrying a hint of foxy cunning. "You're not planning to lure me away and then exploit me behind closed doors, are you?"

"How is that possible!"

Han Fei rolled his eyes at her, annoyed. "Do I look like such a heartless person?"

"Um..."

Lemuen looked him up and down seriously for a moment before nodding and smiling, "That's true, you do have a conscience after all."

"So," Han Fei pressed his advantage, looking at her with great anticipation, even offering her an "enticing" position, "Do you want to come? If you do, I'll make you my department head."

Lemuen did not answer immediately. She remained silent for a few seconds, her gaze sweeping over Han Fei's face as if weighing the two sides of a scale.

Ultimately, she gave an answer that was both expected and yet held endless possibilities:

"I need to think about it."

"Uh, okay, no problem."

Han Fei was a little disappointed, but he nodded understandingly.

This is indeed not a trivial matter that can be decided immediately, and it is understandable that Lemuen needs to consider it.

"Uh-huh."

Lemuen made a nasal sound that was hard to understand, then turned around, placed her hands on the windowsill, and gazed at the cold moon outside the window.

The moonlight, like water, gently enveloped her slender figure, and seemed to silently reflect her chaotic thoughts at this moment.

With her movements, the hem of her nightgown lifted slightly, revealing a section of her calves that appeared even more lustrous and supple in the moonlight. The lines were even and beautiful, and her skin was so white and clear that it was almost transparent, as if it had been carved from warm jade, exuding an indescribable and enchanting glow.

Han Fei's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the delicate skin bathed in moonlight, lingering for a moment.

He forgot that Lemuen was a top-notch sniper with incredibly sharp senses. That fleeting glance was like a feather brushing past, yet she still caught it precisely.

A soft chuckle rang out, tinged with undisguised teasing. "Is it pretty?"

"Uh, it's pretty good."

Caught red-handed, Han Fei felt embarrassed and a little guilty. He subconsciously rubbed his nose, trying to cover it up. "But I was just checking if your leg injury had completely healed."

"The bandages have been off for a few days now, what do you think?"

Lemuen's lips curled into a pleased smile, with a hint of seduction. "Or... would you like to 'check' me again yourself?"

It was meant as a casual joke, but Han Fei's reaction was unexpectedly serious. He paused for a moment, then his playful expression vanished, and his gaze fell intently on her face as he solemnly asked, "Is it alright?"

The word "examination" seemed to carry a different weight in his mouth. In that instant, the warmth of his fingertips touching her during the last treatment, the slight itch of her toes unconsciously brushing against her palm, and the fluttering emotions she had deliberately suppressed, surged into Lemuen like a tide. Her heartbeat suddenly became erratic, and she instinctively turned her head away, trying to avoid his overly focused gaze and also to escape the inappropriate, blush-inducing images in her mind.

Han Fei didn't urge him, but waited silently. The air seemed to freeze, with only their soft breathing mingling in the silence.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Just as Han Fei was about to give up, the girl's soft yet clear voice rang out:

"Sure, if it's just a 'check'."

"Eat?"

Han Fei was completely stunned, thinking to himself, "Really? Are you kidding me?"

However, Lemuen was faster than him.

The young woman walked lightly to the sofa, gracefully gathered her skirt, and sat down.

Then, she pinched the soft hem of her skirt with her fingertips and slowly lifted it up a little, just enough to fully reveal her slender ankles and smooth calves. Then, her fair and delicate feet, like newly blooming flower buds, gently came out of her slippers and silently stepped onto the soft carpet.

She raised her eyes and looked at Han Fei, who was still somewhat dazed by the window, her voice soft and urging. "Are you going to stand there any longer?"

Han Fei then seemed to wake from a dream, slowly walked to her, and squatted down. The moonlight shone through the window, clearly presenting the beautiful scenery before him.

The shapely, clean curves of her calves disappeared into her delicate ankles, and below that were her jade-like feet, gleaming warmly in the moonlight, her pink toes curling quietly like full pearls. An indescribable tension gripped him, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

He took a deep breath, slowly raised his hand, and with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, grasped Lemuen's left ankle.

The touch from my palm was delicate and cool, like fine silk wrapping warm jade.

However, the moment he grasped her, Lemuen's body shrank back like a startled deer, and the foot he was holding instinctively tried to pull away, her pink toes curling up nervously as well.

"What's wrong?" Han Fei looked up, his gaze questioning.

"It itches..." Lemuen tilted her head, her voice barely audible, with a hint of suppressed laughter at the end.

"Then should I be gentler?"

As Han Fei spoke, he softened his grip as instructed. His fingertips, with a tentative touch, glided gently upwards along the slightly concave arch of her foot in an extremely slow, almost tracing manner.

The movement was as light as a feather brushing against the skin, with a focused intent to savor the texture of the skin.

But this extreme gentleness was the most unbearable torture for Lemuen.

Where Han Fei's fingertips touched, it was as if a fine electric current ignited, or the softest feathers scratching at the most sensitive nerve endings. She bit her lower lip sharply, her body trembling slightly, but in the end, she couldn't hold back—

"Pfft!"

A sweet laugh, like the tinkling of silver bells, broke the stillness of the night.

Lemuen abruptly covered her mouth, her large eyes filled with annoyance and panic.

Oh no! That laughter instantly shattered the delicate, romantic atmosphere.

Han Fei's hand froze in mid-air, his face displaying a variety of expressions—embarrassment, helplessness, and a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Now it was Han Fei's turn to be embarrassed, thinking to himself, "So you've come to tickle my itch in the middle of the night, huh?"

Seeing Han Fei's expression, as if he'd been struck by lightning, Lemuen was both apologetic and amused. She tried her best to put on a serious face. "Sorry, sorry, please continue. I promise... I'll hold back this time!"

Han Fei glanced at her, his eyes clearly saying "I don't believe you," but he still steeled himself and cautiously extended his finger again...

"Heh... Hahahaha..."

This time, it didn't even last five seconds before an even louder burst of giggles erupted in the living room.

This inspection can't go on. If I attract their attention, what will I do with my reputation? Staying up all night, secretly touching Lemuen's little feet, won't I become a pervert in their eyes?

"Stop! Halt!"

Han Fei decisively raised his hands in surrender, his tone filled with resigned helplessness, "Miss Lemuen, I concede. Let's discuss the inspection again tomorrow."

He simply couldn't bear the shame.

Seeing Han Fei's expression of "he can't hold it in anymore, begging for mercy," Lemuen felt a pang of guilt. She was the one who started it all, but she was the one who ended up causing trouble.

But at the same time, that little devilish streak deep inside him, the "pink on the outside, black on the inside" gene, began to stir again.

Seeing his embarrassed and helpless expression, her initial apology was instantly overshadowed by a stronger urge to continue teasing him.

So, just as Han Fei was about to get up, Lemuen's right foot, which had been "unharmed" all along, suddenly lifted up lightly. Her warm toes, with a hint of cunning, gently touched Han Fei's palm, which had not yet been fully retracted.

Han Fei's body stiffened.

The delicate pink toes didn't linger; instead, with a deliberate, slow rhythm, they moved upwards along the lines of his palm, little by little, in an extremely ambiguous manner. Each movement felt like a gentle teasing of his taut nerves.

"Are you really not going to check me?" Lemuen's voice carried a hint of innocence, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, like a kitten that had successfully stolen some fish.

Han Fei rolled his eyes at her, his meaning clear—how else do I need to examine you?

She laughs at the slightest touch, and laughs out loud at the slightest provocation; she might actually become a psychopath.

"Let's try again. Maybe this time I can hold back my laughter." Lemuen blinked her bright pink eyes.

But those warm, smooth toes seemed to be deliberately tugging at his heartstrings, making him restless, and even his breathing became a little faster involuntarily.

"I believe you?" He practically forced out the words through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse without him even realizing it.

Holy crap, am I really a foot fetishist?

Han Fei was once again gripped by self-doubt. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the inexplicable heat surging in his heart, but the air he inhaled seemed to be mixed with an extremely delicate fragrance, the scent of a young girl's skin, and... a faint, even more subtle, sweet aroma.

To conceal his inner turmoil and to regain a semblance of control, Han Fei almost instinctively clenched his fist and grabbed the slender ankle that was wreaking havoc in his palm.

"Hmm!" Lemuen let out a short, soft groan.

The touch from his palm was delicate and cool, like holding a piece of fine mutton fat jade. The smooth skin pressed against his palm, and he could almost feel the pulse beating.