From the moment she kidnapped Erii, she became a roadblock.

Guan Luo helped Erii push the chair back to its original position, and the two walked out of the restaurant.

The hatch above the iron ladder opened, and the night wind blew in, carrying a salty smell.

Erii stood on the deck, looked up at the starry sky. There was little light pollution over the Pacific Ocean, and the Milky Way was clearly visible.

In the distance, a wisp of smoke drifted from the Moniach, scattered by the wind under the starlight.

Late at night, in the infirmary.

The lights are off.

The curtains weren't fully drawn, and moonlight streamed through the gaps, falling on the two hospital beds that were closed together.

Guan Luo lay flat, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep.

I slept too much during the day, and now my mind is very clear.

My stomach feels empty.

Dinner was very delicious, but the portion was a bit small.

It's possible that the ship's meals were based on standard calories, and they didn't take into account Guan Luo's large appetite.

Guan Luo turned over and looked to his side, where he saw Erii lying on her side, facing him, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight, showing no signs of sleepiness.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

Guan Luo could tell that Erii probably hadn't eaten enough either; the girl's appetite was even bigger than his.

He sat up, walked silently to the door, and opened it a crack.

The corridor was deserted, with only the wall lamp casting a dim yellow light in the distance.

The door to the doctor on duty next door was closed, and there was no sound; his breathing could be clearly heard, so he seemed to be fast asleep.

Guan Luo turned around and beckoned to Erii. She immediately slid off the bed and followed him silently, like a cat.

The Moniach at night is quite different from its daytime appearance.

During the day, there are footsteps everywhere, as well as the static of walkie-talkies.

Now, everything has fallen silent.

The only sounds in the corridor were the overhead lights and the vibrations from the steel plates underfoot.

It was pitch black outside the window, with only the occasional splash of a wave breaking across the glass before being swallowed up by the darkness.

The sound of waves continued to echo.

Whoosh—whoosh—

Guan Luo and Erii walked along the main passage towards the bow of the ship, passing the closed engine room door, the storage room piled with cables, and the corner with life rings hanging on it.

As Guan Luo passed by the restaurant, he glanced inside; the lights were already off.

There was no food left; the chef had already gone home. Guan Luo withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.

Erii followed behind Guan Luo, each step precisely landing on the spot he had stepped on, as if playing some kind of game. When they reached the lower deck and approached a corner near the stern of the ship...

Guan Luo stopped. There was a door that wasn't closed properly, and the gap in the door was even darker than the corridor.

There was no door number on the door, and it looked like a storage room. A smell was wafting out from under the door.

Guan Luo reached out and gently pushed open the door. The hinges made a very slight creaking sound, and then the door slowly opened.

Moonlight streamed in obliquely through a round porthole high up, illuminating the compartment.

The wall was covered with neatly arranged fishing rods, and several storage boxes were piled on the floor. The shelves were stacked with fishing reels, spools, and lure boxes of various colors and sizes.

This is a fishing gear storage room.

Guan Luo's gaze swept over the fishing rods on the wall; they were all there.

Guan Luo removed a dark blue fishing rod from the hook. It felt very solid, and the guides were made of stainless steel.

Then he took a box of metal lures and a set of connectors from the shelf and nodded in satisfaction.

Then Guan Luo turned around and met Erii's curious gaze.

Erii stood at the doorway, half her body leaning in, looking at the fishing rods and lures as if she had seen a new and interesting toy.

Guan Luo pulled out a sticky note and wrote in a serious tone:

"We've borrowed it; we'll return it before dawn tomorrow."

Erii looked at him and nodded, her expression equally serious.

Guan Luo and Erii climbed up the gangway onto the deck.

The Pacific night sky was cloudless and eerily clear, the sea was a deep blue, and the stern of the ship left a trail of silvery white waves in the moonlight.

Guan Luo assembled the fishing rod, attached the jig, walked to the side of the boat, observed the sea, then gripped the rod with both hands, raised it above his head, and exerted force with his wrists.

The sinker, carrying the lure, traced an arc, flew more than twenty meters, and landed on the sea surface with a soft splash.

"puff"!

Guan Luo began to crank the wheel at a steady speed, making the iron plate twitch underwater.

A few minutes passed...

There was no movement.

Guan Luo cast his line again, but still nothing. He frowned, thinking to himself.

"This fish isn't very cooperative, is it?"

Erii stood next to Guanluo, her hands resting on the gunwale, tilting her head to watch him fish.

Seeing that Guan Luo hadn't caught anything after several casts, Erii gently tugged at his sleeve and pointed to the rod in his hand, wanting to try it herself.

Guan Luo glanced at her and handed her the pole.

Erii took the rod, held it with both hands, and, imitating Guan Luo's earlier actions, forcefully cast the lure out. Her movements were clumsy, and the cast wasn't very far.

Then she started rowing, her brows furrowed slightly as she stared intently at the taut line on the sea surface, her expression as serious as if she were doing arithmetic.

Guan Luo stood beside her, watching her crank the wheel.

Another few minutes passed.

Just as Guan Luo was about to suggest changing fishing spots, suddenly...

Erii's fishing rod suddenly bent, the spool making a sound as the line was released, the force so great that she staggered forward and almost cried out.

But Erii didn't let go. She gripped the pole handle tightly with both hands, and the pull made her lean forward, almost lying on the gunwale.

Guan Luo stepped behind Erii, pressing his chest against her back and extending his arms from her sides to firmly cover her hands holding the rod, helping to share the weight.

Erii was wrapped around Guan Luo from behind, her whole body almost embedded in his arms.

She could feel the warmth of Guan Luo's chest and the warm breath he was taking.

Erii's ears turned red instantly, but Guan Luo couldn't see it in the night.

Let the fish run free of the line first, and then reel it in when it is exhausted.

That fish was obviously quite large and very strong; a fish weighing one pound would require ten pounds of force, so the fishing rod was a heavy-duty lever.

Both of them are S-class hybrids, so their strength should be great. However, to unleash that level of power, they need to circulate dragon blood, but dragon blood will corrode their bodies.

Therefore, both Guan Luo and Erii deliberately suppressed the power brought by the dragon blood.

The line sputtered out of the spool, the rod bent into an arc, and splashes of water occasionally broke out on the surface of the sea, with a silvery-white figure emerging from the water.

Erii gritted her teeth and, with the support Guan Luo provided from behind, fought against the fish little by little.

Guan Luo and Erii rowed the wheel together.

For a fleeting moment, the fish suddenly lunged and plunged towards the bottom of the boat, causing the line to loosen slightly.

Erii lost her balance and fell backward, her back slamming solidly into Guan Luo's arms.

Her body was soft and light, carrying the coolness of the night breeze and a faint fragrance.

Guan Luo instinctively tightened his arms and caught her steadily. The touch on his chest felt like catching a small animal that had fallen from a tree.