Shen Mo didn’t sleep well all night.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of Bai Youwei’s gloomy yet fragile appearance. She sat in the shadows, silent and quiet, almost merging with the night, or becoming the night itself—carrying a touch of wickedness, yet impossible to hate.

Always like this—

Leaving her alone, he felt she was pitiful.

Trying to help her, he was angered until he saw stars.

Shen Mo had carried out many missions—complex ones, dangerous ones, urgent ones. None had given him a headache like this.

So vexing.

…

At five o’clock in the morning, as soon as it was light, Shen Mo woke early.

He got up and went to Bai Youwei’s room.

Last night he’d left decisively, mainly not wanting to let her continue going crazy. But truly leaving her alone in the room, he couldn’t feel at ease. He always felt that with her terrible temper, who knew what new tricks she might pull to torment him, or torment herself.

Gripping the door handle, he gently twisted—it wasn’t locked.

Shen Mo pushed open the door. In the dim light, Bai Youwei lay quietly on the bed with her eyes closed.

Shen Mo’s heart relaxed first.

He walked over, looking down at her. Her sleeping appearance was especially well-behaved—feathery lashes slightly upturned, lips pink and tender, her small face carrying some baby fat, an innocent cuteness. Combined with skin paler than normal people’s, it added a few parts of a delicate, sickly young girl feeling.

Had to admit, her appearance was truly too deceptive. Looking at her now, he momentarily forgot how aggressive she’d been last night, how stubborn and hateful.

She slept deeply, like a child, hugging a stuffed rabbit in her arms, the fur rubbed into disorder.

Shen Mo guessed that after he left last night, she’d probably vented her anger on this rabbit. Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but smile, finding it a bit cute.

Some strange, chaotic thoughts flickered through his mind…

As if possessed by a ghost, he gently brushed aside her hair, wanting to see if the marks on her neck had faded.

Strands of hair swept across her cheek. The girl’s lashes trembled lightly.

One second later, she opened her eyes, quietly looking at him.

Eyes calm as still water, carrying the emptiness and confusion of half-awake, half-asleep.

Shen Mo withdrew his hand. For a moment he didn’t know what to say to her. After pausing, he asked: “Do you need to use the toilet?”

He asked this out of concern. Bai Youwei, however, laughed mockingly. She took out her own phone to look at it, saying: “You ran over to wake me at five in the morning just to urge me to use the toilet?”

Shen Mo: “…”

“Neurotic.” Bai Youwei rolled her eyes, turned over to continue sleeping, her whole body radiating irritation from being woken.

Shen Mo was silent for a moment, then said: “I’ll come back at five-thirty.”

Bai Youwei grabbed the stuffed rabbit in her hand and fiercely threw it at his face!

—Throwing, she couldn’t hit him. After all, the difference in strength was too great. In this lifetime, it was impossible to hit him.

Shen Mo caught the rabbit, backed out of the dormitory room. Standing at the door, he smiled silently, his mood somehow brightening.

“Neurotic?” Shen Mo touched his own nose, murmuring to himself.

The rising warm sun cast a layer of radiance on the man’s handsome face, slowly warming, making his whole person seem lazy. If one ignored the current dire circumstances, this would be a morning that felt comfortable.

At the end of the corridor under the eaves was a water basin. Shen Mo turned on the faucet. Cool water rushed out. He simply washed up with the cold water.

Behind him, a sudden sound rang out.

Immediately after, Tan Xiao’s hysterical roar erupted—

“Holy crap, dammit!!!”

Shen Mo raised his arm, wiping the water from his face, looking back in confusion.

He saw Tan Xiao charging out of his room furiously, then charging into Houzi’s rest room. Cursing sounds came again:

“He ran away! That bastard!!! He stole our clay and ran away!!!”