Bad women are always eyeing me covetously.

This is the price of being soft-hearted.

Xi Lan turned her gaze back and sighed inwardly.

Because she's a good person.

If she truly lacked any sense of morality, then when she faced Kaffa at that time, whether Kaffa lived or died was none of her concern.

But she just happens to have this sense of morality.

Natasha looked at Xilan, who was sitting to the side as if she was thinking about something, and reached out to beckon to her.

After blinking, Xi Lan stood up and quickly walked towards where Natasha was.

"The other person's wound has stopped bleeding. They just need to rest quietly for a while. Don't get the wound wet, and don't do anything strenuous. If you need to change the dressing, you need to come to me every three days, or I can take it back to you. You can come to change the dressing yourself."

"Ah, thank you, Dr. Natasha, thank you for your help."

Xi Lan lowered her head slightly to express her gratitude and accepted the medicine that Natasha had prepared.

She then touched her pockets, and her expression became somewhat embarrassed.

"Can I transfer the money to you privately? I don't have any cash on me right now..."

"No problem at all."

Dr. Natasha is such a good person.

After exchanging friends on their devices and transferring the money for the medicine, Xi Lan sat down again by Kafka's bedside.

The terminal in her pocket rang, and she knew without guessing who had sent her the message.

But Xi Lan didn't have time to see who sent her what.

She was pondering where she should dispose of Kafka, who was lying in the hospital bed.

"Stop pretending to be asleep. If you're awake, don't just take up space. Get up now."

With her attention already focused on Kafka, how could Xilan not realize that the other was pretending to be asleep?

Of course, it's also possible that the other party did it on purpose to let her notice.

Xi Lan didn't care. Anyway, once people wake up, they should go back to where they belong. It would be better if they didn't bother her anymore.

"I'm a patient now, are you really going to throw me away?"

Kafka slowly opened her eyes with a smile, her expression as enigmatic as ever, and looked at her with a cheerful smile.

However, the pale face made Xi Lan realize that the other person was indeed a patient.

"I can't take care of you, you bad guy!"

Xi Lan gritted her teeth unhappily and wagged her tail irritably, looking like she no longer wanted to deal with this bad guy.

"Even if I'm injured like this?" Kafka lowered her eyes slightly, looking much more forlorn.

"Would you really bear to let me collapse outside alone? My wounds get infected, I can never get up again, and then I disappear from your world?"

At the same time, the man extended his little finger and hooked it around hers, trying to soften Xi Lan's heart: "Really don't care?"

That already beautiful face, seeing it like this, really makes one's heart soften.

Especially for Xi Lan, who is easily moved to tears, she wanted to refuse but didn't know how to say it.

One can only selectively shift their gaze to the side.

It seems like they're caught in a serious dilemma.

Seeing this, Kafka squinted and chuckled secretly, then quietly waited for Xilan's reply.

Feeling a little hot under that person's gaze, Xi Lan finally agreed.

"Since you're a patient now, it's not like I can't take care of you, and it's definitely not because I don't trust you, understand? Don't look at me like that!"

Seeing Kafka's happy smile, Xi Lan quickly pulled her hand back and awkwardly rubbed her ear, which was hidden behind her hair.

"I knew Xiao Xilan was the best." Kafka chuckled, then slowly sat up and got off the hospital bed. Only then did Xilan realize that apart from being slightly pale, she didn't look like an injured person at all.

It feels like I've stepped into a carefully laid trap set by the other party.

Seeing that Kafka had casually taken her hand, Xi Lan, carrying the medicine, said goodbye to Natasha before leaving the clinic.

This person is a patient now, so don't be angry. Be more tolerant of the patient. Xi Lan, you have the best temper.

As Xi Lan silently muttered these thoughts to herself, she was essentially condoning Kafka's increasingly presumptuous behavior towards her.

It started with holding hands, then their fingers were intertwined, and then it evolved into the person completely hugging Xi Lan's arm, holding her tightly and refusing to let go.

Kafka also understood the extent to which Xilan was agitated, so she teased her while maintaining a suitable level of gentleness, lest the little fox stop paying attention to her.

It seems that showing weakness appropriately can indeed soften this little guy's heart.

Where Xi Lan couldn't see, the man smiled with pleasure, and his intertwined hands tightened even more.

Xi Lan seemed to remember something and suddenly spoke up: "When we get to the hotel, I'll get you a room by yourself."

"I will take care of you until your wound heals."

Kafka, of course, understood the unspoken meaning behind Xi Lan's words: once the wounds are healed, hurry back to your Star Core Hunter and stop bothering me.

"Okay, I'll have to trouble you during this time." Kafka smiled gently and agreed without any complaints.

However, the emotions contained in those unfathomable eyes made it impossible for Xi Lan to guess what this person was thinking.

...What a strange guy.

Because of these things, I'm soft-hearted... I'm probably the strangest one.

Xi Lan shifted her gaze away from Kafka's location, looking preoccupied.

And now...

What kind of existence do I, who was abandoned by you, truly hold in your heart?

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Chapter 150 The Arrogant Crematorium

"You haven't fallen so low as to need me to feed you, have you, Kaffa?"

Looking at Kafka lying on the bed, looking like a complete patient, Xi Lan suddenly had the urge to just leave her there.

But she can't.

Who told this guy's wound to reopen because of her?

I absolutely do not want to hang out with this guy, absolutely not!

Xi Lan silently told herself that she hadn't been completely seduced by the other person's good looks yet.

Now, Ke Ye simply crossed his arms over his chest, looking at Kafka with a subtle gaze.

"Hmm, but I don't know why the wound on my waist hurts so much... Ouch." She frowned slightly, and once again looked at Xi Lan with that heart-melting expression.

"Alright, alright! Don't move! I won't be responsible if your wound reopens!"

Seeing that the person was about to struggle to sit up again, Xi Lan quickly took a step forward and reached out to forcefully press Kafka back onto the bed.

"I'll go order you some food. Stay put and don't move around."

Kafka, who was completely pinned down by Xilan, had a smile on her lips as she looked at the eyes that were staring at her.

"I understand, I won't move, I'll listen to you." Kafka tilted her head slightly, her pale face giving her a rather deceptive appearance.

But Xi Lan really fell for it.

When I was little, this person would always hold me in their arms and coax me while pretending to be innocent.

Even now.

Xi Lan pursed her lips tightly, but finally released her hand from the other person's shoulder. After straightening her clothes, she turned and left.

Hearing the door close, Kafka slowly sat up, propped the pillow behind her, and finally had time to observe everything in the room.

She touched the wound on her abdomen that had been re-bandaged. Even Kafka hadn't expected that the wound would reopen after that ruthless elbow strike.

The purple-haired woman smiled helplessly. The newly bandaged area was indeed a little sore. She hadn't lied to the little fox about this.

In any case, the little guy wasn't so resistant to him anymore.

The emotions in her eyes were no longer there as they had been when they first met. Although she was still somewhat indifferent, she was slowly getting better.

But the fact that I can't be by Xilan's side all the time is already a huge regret.

This shows that Kafka cannot, like Emerald, provide her little fox with a sense of security once again.

This time, her arrival in Belleburg was already outside the script Elio had given her.

But it seems they haven't contacted me. Does that mean this little accident wasn't a big deal?

Kafka's mind was once again filled with the other ending that Elio had mentioned when they decided to 'abandon' Yuuri in that house.

'She can come with us. But Kaffa, that's the last thing you want to see.'

An elegant black cat sat upright on the table, conversing with her about one of the possible future outcomes.

['If you really want to take that little fox away, be prepared that she will die completely in the end.']

How did I feel at that time?

Kafka only knew that at that moment, she sensed a small figure flash past the doorway, and the rest...

She didn't care what was said anymore.

Even if she's abandoned, or whatever, Kaffa wants her, that little fox who likes to call her Kaffa and who likes to cuddle in her arms, to live on.