He just broke up with his girlfriend and is already living with the devilish rich girl.

The pursuers conducted a thorough search of the old town twice.

They even searched the back covers of trash cans and the cargo beds of abandoned tricycles, but still couldn't find Zheng Yueyao.

The man in the lead stood at the crossroads of the alley, his face, half-exposed beneath his mask, so gloomy it looked like it could be wrung out of water.

"This woman... her ability to conceal her presence is simply outrageous."

He gritted his teeth and muttered a curse under his breath.

Despite being listed as a B-rank operator in the file, with mediocre combat abilities and unremarkable, even poor, performance in leading teams.

His talent for stealth is strangely high.

A report came through the communicator from the outer outpost that a patrol car from the local Special Administration Bureau had passed by nearby.

"Captain, let's retreat first. If the local special administration finds out about our operation, it will be difficult to explain later."

The man clenched his fist.

This was a task personally assigned by the old gentleman, who had assured him in a communications before he set off that there would be no mistakes.

Now look what's happened; the cooked duck has flown away.

He glanced one last time into the depths of the alley, reluctant to give up, and then gestured for retreat.

The group disappeared silently into the darkness.

...

...

Bai Qing's home is a small, old-fashioned apartment with no clear separation between the living room and bedroom.

An old sofa, a folding dining table, a simple wardrobe, and a television set were all the family's belongings.

Although the furniture was sparse, it was kept spotless.

Even the leaves of the potted green ivy on the windowsill were polished until they shone brightly.

Zheng Yueyao borrowed Bai Qing's phone to talk to her younger brother.

As expected, Zheng Xingguang's side was also attacked.

That B-level mission that was suddenly issued just now was a trap.

He was surrounded by people as soon as he arrived at the designated location.

Fortunately, he was skilled enough that he drew several swords and fought his way through, repelling all the attackers without sustaining any injuries.

"These people are from within the Special Administration Bureau."

Zheng Xingguang's voice was very low.

"Their fighting style and tactical logic are exactly the same as ours; they're definitely not from outside. Sis, where are you now?"

"I'm in a safe place, you don't need to worry."

Zheng Yueyao leaned back on the sofa armrest, trying her best to make her voice sound steady.

"But you must be very careful during this time and don't accept any more ad-hoc assignments."

The younger brother remained silent for two seconds, clearly still worried.

"Sis, I'm mainly worried about you."

Zheng Yueyao smiled.

"Have you forgotten? Your sister is, after all, a squad leader in the Demon Slayer Team under the Special Administration Bureau. She's got the skills to protect herself."

"Don't worry about what you're doing, I'll take good care of myself."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Xingguang finally relented, saying that he would investigate the source of the matter the next day and that she should be careful.

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Yueyao leaned back on the sofa, holding her phone, and let out a long sigh.

Bai Qing came out of the bedroom, holding a set of neatly folded clothes and handed them to her.

She said it was a pair of pajamas she had bought before, washed once or twice, and hardly ever worn.

Tell her to change into it after she takes a shower.

"Thank you, Sister Bai Qing."

Zheng Yueyao took the clothes and hugged them to her chest, her eyes a little sore.

That night, she lay on the sofa and could hear the wind outside the window, the meowing of stray cats downstairs, and the sound of doors closing from the building next door when she closed her eyes.

Every rustle of wind made her instinctively clutch the thin blanket around her, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

She was on edge.

Just then, she heard soft footsteps.

Bai Qing came out of the bedroom and walked towards the sofa.

Zheng Yueyao's vigilance reached its peak in an instant.

She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing, her fingertips already quietly reaching for the handle of the fruit knife hidden under the blanket.

Could it be... that Sister Bai Qing was also an attacker?

But she then felt ashamed of her suspicions.

Bai Qing tiptoed to the sofa, carrying a thick quilt in her arms.

He bent down and gently covered her with his blanket, his movements extremely light.

Then she discovered that Zheng Yueyao was not asleep.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up, sister?"

"No... Sister Bai Qing, I... I can't sleep."

Zheng Yueyao herself didn't know what was going on.

But she instinctively wanted to act cute and affectionate with this older sister, and she always felt that no matter how much she acted cute and affectionate, she wouldn't get angry.

Bai Qing sat down on the edge of the sofa and looked down at Zheng Yueyao's tired face, which could not be hidden even in the dim light.

He placed his hand on her slightly furrowed brow, then gently slid it down her brow bone to the top of her head, stroking her gently.

"Can't sleep? Your sister's here with you."

That gentle voice was as soft as the moonlight outside the window.

Zheng Yueyao kept her eyes closed, not daring to open them.

She was afraid that if she opened her eyes, tears would fall.

She wondered, somewhat confused, why this woman she had only known for a few hours was being so kind to her.

Even her father had never stroked her head so gently before, not even when she was a child.

The feeling of being held in someone's palm and unconditionally cared for was so unfamiliar to her that it felt like the temperature of another world.

As Bai Qing gently stroked her repeatedly, she truly let down her guard for the first time in days.

Her breathing became increasingly even, and she gradually drifted off to sleep under that rough yet incredibly gentle hand.

This was the most peaceful night's sleep she had had since being hospitalized for a series of injuries.

Bai Qing gently brushed aside the stray hairs on her forehead, looked at her sleeping face, and smiled silently.

...

...

Around noon, Bai Ziheng carried a large bag of groceries into the old residential building where his sister lived.

Spare ribs, sea bass, celery, tofu, plus a bag of freshly harvested peaches.

These are all foods that my older sister loves to eat.

He knew his sister was probably still busy at the breakfast stall at this hour, so he didn't knock on the door.

He simply took the key out of his pocket and inserted it into the lock.

Then he froze.

A person is lying on the sofa.

Not my older sister.

The person was curled up on their side on the sofa, a thin blanket wrapped around their shoulders, fast asleep.

His sister's off-white pajamas were worn by that person, the neckline slipping crookedly down to below the collarbone.

Her neck and shoulders were completely exposed, revealing a dazzlingly white line.

Bai Ziheng closed the door expressionlessly.

He stood in the corridor, looked up at the door number, and then looked down at the key in his hand.

I didn't go to the wrong place, and then I turned the door lock again.

The person on the sofa changed their sleeping position, rolling over from lying on their side to a starfish position.

The thin blanket was kicked up to her waist, the hem of her pajamas was rolled up to her thighs, one leg was draped over the back of the sofa, and the other leg dangled and swayed on the edge of the sofa.

The face was facing the doorway, lips slightly parted, sleeping soundly without any guard.

Bai Ziheng finally saw the face clearly.

Zheng Yueyao...

The girl he saved many times.

Why was she at her sister's house? And why was she wearing her sister's pajamas?

A sense of vigilance crept into Bai Ziheng's mind.

It was at this moment that Zheng Yueyao finally noticed the commotion.

She slowly opened her eyes, propped herself up to sit up, and looked at Bai Ziheng at the door while rubbing her eyes.

Then her pupils slowly contracted, and her face turned bright red.

"Why, why are you...why are you here!"

"...Isn't that something I should be asking?"