Inside an apartment in Sea City.
A lean, muscular man stood up, stark naked, with a shapely figure behind him.
As Wan Zhuo changed his clothes, a pair of delicate arms wrapped around him, and a soft voice asked,
"What, leaving already?"
Wan Zhuo smiled helplessly, turning to look at the owner of those arms.
Jiang Weiwei, leader of the Sea City Special Affairs Bureau's Action Group.
"Stop teasing. Didn't you say Headquarters sent word that something big might happen in Sea City soon? I'm going to get more familiar with my ability. I only got it recently."
Jiang Weiwei looked a little surprised.
"You only got your ability recently? Then its source must be very powerful. I'm getting more and more curious about how you obtained it."
As she spoke, Jiang Weiwei traced gentle circles on Wan Zhuo's chest with her finger.
Wan Zhuo caught her finger and smiled.
"Don't try that on me. You know every Ghost-Tamer has to keep their abilities strictly secret."
Then Wan Zhuo stroked her smooth back and teased,
"Of course, if you became mine completely, that would be a different story."
Jiang Weiwei merely covered her mouth and giggled. Rather than answer him, she gave him a seductive roll of her eyes.
Wan Zhuo glanced at the faint light of dawn outside, smiled, and drew the curtains shut again.
Cheng Yu was having breakfast with his wife-by-default. When he came downstairs that morning, he had discovered that she hadn't gone to work.
That didn't affect him, though. After exchanging greetings, they sat at opposite ends of the long table and ate breakfast in silence.
With his current strength, Cheng Yu no longer needed breakfast. But the kindhearted girl clearly wasn't going out today, so he had no choice but to eat a