"Watch out!"
Bai Yuqing's expression shifted slightly. By the time he reacted, he had already pulled Xiao Qinghe away and shielded him against the wall.
A large, fair hand instinctively cradled the back of his head.
A textbook wall pin, completely out of the blue.
Xiao Qinghe: "...???"
The girl happened to open her door just then, phone in one hand and garbage bag in the other, apparently heading downstairs to throw out the trash.
She looked up, and her pupils practically quaked.
Then, with lightning speed, she switched her phone to camera mode.
Click.
Afterward, she silently hid her face behind the garbage bag, quietly backed away, and closed the door.
As though she had never appeared.
Only in the last second before the door shut did he vaguely catch her sneaking another peek, her body shaking unnaturally as a bizarre "honk, honk, honk" laugh escaped her lips.
Xiao "outstretched pleading hand" Qinghe: "!!!"
Did you just imagine something weird?!
Get back here!
Let me explain, aaaaah!
Xiao "not very obviously straight" Qinghe completely fell apart.
"Mr. Bai, what are you doing?"
"The fruit knife in your home..." Bai Yuqing raised a hand and pointed.
The fruit knife lay neatly in the fruit basket.
Quiet as a mouse.
Bai Yuqing: "..."
Xiao Qinghe: "..."
Making things up?
Please, keep going.
Bai Yuqing frowned.
Remembering Mo Yan's report about the system data overflow-something that was originally a string of code within the system but was no longer under its control-his gaze darkened.
He looked at the fruit knife again.
The fruit knife slowly stood upright, as though deliberately provoking him.
The instant Xiao Qinghe looked over, it lay flat again, the very picture of peaceful serenity.
An unspoken undercurrent surged between two rivals in love, understood by them alone.
Bai