Late-Night Relaxed Conversation

Sleep in the car for a night,

then head to the next supply point.

Wan Ying decided to stay in the car. With the supply point's danger level reduced, he let them handle it themselves.

"Director, stay in the car. We'll snatch the supplies back for you."

"I'm pumped full of adrenaline right now. My combat power's through the roof."

"Quit dawdling, hurry up. We have to get there before them."

"Those guys are like rabbits, fast as hell. Look away for a second and they'll snatch everything."

They were all pretty fired up.

One after another, they jumped out of the vehicle.

The cabin suddenly became quiet.

With no one disturbing him, his heart settled as well.

Wan Ying took out his phone and opened his album. Inside were several photos he had taken.

Leaning on him.

So obedient it was almost ridiculous.

Even though he was hardly a gentleman.

Unfortunately.

He had picked up a Little Treasure who only wagged his tail for him.

Obedient to an excessive degree.

Every photo looked incredibly good.

Full-body shots, abs, facial features, Adam's apple, collarbones, close-ups of his hands, long legs in suit pants...

He looked through the dozens of pictures over and over. Every one struck his heart and imprinted itself in his mind.

He wondered what Little Treasure was doing now.

There was no internet here.

He wanted to send a message, make a call... wanted to see whether his Little Treasure was staying obediently at home.

He should be staying home obediently. Wan Ying had deliberately waited until he was sound asleep before leaving.

Little Treasure was so clingy that even in his sleep, he still clutched Wan Ying's clothes and refused to let him go.

It had only been a few days, yet he was already this dependent. Given enough time, wouldn't he cling to Wan Ying and refuse to part from him?

His thoughts drifted farther and farther away, along with the scent of his pheromones.

Wan Ying exited the private album and slipped his phone into his pocket.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and forced all his thoughts back onto work.

What supplies were even worth gathering in a place like this?

Without proper protection, it was easy to get hurt.

The scratch on his arm gave off a faint ache.

Still within a tolerable range.

Wan Ying turned to look out the window. A few seconds later, a figure entered his line of sight.

Knock, knock, knock.

The persistent knocking sounded again.

He rolled down the window.

"Why isn't the Executor out fighting for supplies? What are you doing here?"

This time, he wore a grayish-white baseball cap. His face was still completely covered, making his features impossible to see.

Was he really that anxious about his appearance that he could not even let people look at him?

What a strange person.

"How's the wound? Does it still hurt?"

The first thing he did was ask about Wan Ying's injury.

Wan Ying froze for a moment and tightened his grip on the door handle.

Why did that sound so strange?

As if he had come here specifically...

He stopped that awful train of thought and deliberately shook his hand. "It doesn't hurt."

Bian He leaned against the car and took a pain-relief patch from his bag.

"Put this on. It'll heal faster. Don't worry, I don't mean anything by it. It's just that when we're fighting for supplies, it feels like something's missing without Director Wan as an opponent. I don't want you spending several days in a row stuck in the car recovering."

What kind of crazy nonsense was that?

Wan Ying looked at the pain-relief patch extended through the gap in the car door.

That guy's fingers were rather nice-looking.

Long and slender, with distinct joints...

Before Wan Ying could get a better look, their owner tucked his hand into his pocket.

The pain-relief patch landed on Wan Ying's lap, and a bitter floral scent emerged.

Why were that guy's pheromones bitter?

Out of politeness, he thanked him aloud. "Thanks."

He took off his coat, removed the old bandage, and wrapped the pain-relief patch around the wound.

Maybe it was psychological, but it worked quite well. First came a cool sensation, then warmth spread through his body.

He could feel the medicine taking effect.

Bian He stood outside the car, watching the man put on the pain-relief patch. The worry in his eyes faded.

Even an Enigma, no matter how strong his constitution, would feel pain when injured.

He could not treat his own body as if it did not matter.

He missed Wan Ying so much.

The intense thought nearly wrapped around the entire vehicle.

His beloved treasure was sitting inside the car.

He wanted to possess him completely, without letting anyone else touch him.

"The things in my backpack are too heavy. I might as well leave them with Director Wan, so I don't have to make another trip back. Director Wan can do whatever he wants with them. I'm leaving."

Even as he spoke, he directly hung the bag from the rearview mirror.

The moment he finished, he left.

His figure quickly vanished into the woods.

Wan Ying stared after him, utterly baffled.

What was that guy smoking?

He had come all the way here just to do this?

He opened the car door and took down the hanging bag.

The backpack was unzipped, and a bag of loofah-flavored chips fell out.

There were loofah-flavored chips? He only knew about cucumber-flavored ones.

Wan Ying picked up the chips and sat back in the car.

After hesitating for a minute, he tore open the package.

A fresh loofah scent wafted out. They smelled like they might be pretty tasty.

The crisp crunch of chips rang through the car.

He finished the whole bag.

Wan Ying wiped his hands and opened the backpack. It was full of loofah-flavored snacks.

That guy's tastes were certainly unusual.

Did he really like eating loofah that much?

Anyway, that guy had said he did not want the backpack anymore... Wan Ying would take it back for his Puppy to eat.

Wan Ying took out two loofah-flavored cakes and hid the backpack inside his own bag.

Once that was done,

he drank half a bottle of water and continued savoring the loofah-flavored cake.

It tasted good.

The next time they met, he could ask that guy where he bought the food.

If he kept the package, he could probably search for it online, right?

Amid a mess of wandering thoughts, he ate and drank his fill, then took another nap.

Sleeping in the car was still no match for sleeping at home.

Without Puppy beside him, it strangely felt like something was missing from his arms.

Habits were terrifying.

When he woke, it was already dark.

Wan Ying looked at the coat draped over him. He did not remember taking it out.

How had he slept so deeply that he had not even noticed when his teammates returned?

Seeing them sleeping soundly, he did not want to make noise and disturb them.

Wan Ying clutched the coat.

His teammates had probably seen how deeply he was sleeping and covered him with it.

After sleeping, he no longer felt tired.

Holding the coat, he gently opened the car door.

It really was cold here.

He wondered whether his Puppy was asleep at home now.

No matter what it was, once there was more of it by one's side, there would be another thread of attachment.

The feeling was too strange.

Wan Ying followed a path, letting the cold wind blow over him and preserve a sliver of calm.

The wound on his arm no longer hurt.

The pain-relief patch that guy gave him was very effective.

Wan Ying was rarely injured, so it was not something he normally kept on hand.

The Executor... They had fought several times, yet Wan Ying knew neither his name nor his face.

His methods were indeed formidable, and he could sense danger in advance.

But he had long been affected by pheromone disorder, leaving him unstable. Many times, he had hovered on the brink of losing control.

It was said that whenever that happened, even his own subordinates did not dare approach him.

It must have been difficult too.

Going mad anytime and anywhere, unable to control himself, only able to cling to a shred of awareness and lock himself in a room to endure it.

There was no need to compare them. Wan Ying probably did not stand much chance of winning.

Wan Ying lowered his eyes and stared blankly at the leaves on the ground.

"Why can't you sleep? Why are you out here in the middle of the night?"

A voice came from behind him.

He picked up a leaf from the ground, his voice even. "Aren't you the same?"

The red maple leaves seemed different, every single one of them.

"I was sleeping perfectly well here, but Director Wan suddenly came over and woke me up. So what are you going to use to compensate me?"

He could not stay serious for more than two seconds before he started acting like an ass.

Wan Ying glanced at the fully armed guy, then looked away, speechless.

He was still wrapped up so tightly even while sleeping. Was he not afraid of failing to breathe in time and suffocating to death?

Was he really that afraid of being seen?

He truly was an unusual freak.

"Has anyone ever told you that the Executor is really annoying? Can't that mouth of yours say something people actually want to hear?"

Everything about him was fine, except for the fact that he had one mouth too many.

Even after being mocked, he did not seem angry.

For some reason, Wan Ying felt as though those eyes were smiling.

Psycho.

Wan Ying gripped his coat tightly and turned to walk in another direction.

He did not want to bother with someone who irritated him.

Bian He looked at the coat on Wan Ying's body and raised an eyebrow.

It seemed that only in front of him would Wan Ying reveal a trace of relaxation.

What should he do? Wan Ying, who had always been so perceptive, apparently had not noticed.

He suppressed his thoughts and quickened his pace to catch up. "Then tell me, Director Wan. What do you prefer hearing? I'll say it to you, all right?"

Walking shoulder to shoulder, his pheromones seeped out little by little, mingling with mint.

Bian He stroked his chin and pretended to think. "Let me see... What does our formidable Director Wan want to hear?"

He suddenly stopped, speaking excitedly. "I know!"

Wan Ying turned his head to glance at him, and a flicker of curiosity rose in his heart.

"Does Director Wan want to hear me say that I like you and want to pursue you? I really do like Director Wan. So, Director, can you give me a chance to pursue you?"