Shen Mo held Bai Youwei as they lay together in bed, both perfectly still.

Still, yes — but Bai Youwei felt anything but quiet.

Her own heartbeat was deafeningly loud to her…

She had no idea what Shen Mo was feeling right now, but for her, this was her very first — ever — k-i-s-s, and it left her a little excited, a little giddy.

So she couldn’t sleep. She kept tossing and turning, unable to help herself.

Shen Mo lay with his eyes closed, letting her wriggle around in his arms. Eventually, apparently finding her fidgeting too disruptive, he caught her hand and placed it on his waist.

Oh…

Abs~

Bai Youwei settled down immediately, quietly feeling his stomach muscles.

She felt like this wasn’t just ordinary touching — this was legitimate, sanctioned touching. Official touching, with a proper status behind it.

The human heart is always greedy, and she was no exception. After the abs, she moved on to the pectorals, then the biceps, the trapezius, the deltoids, the latissimus dorsi…

She poked at his bicep with a finger, curious: “It doesn’t seem very pronounced? The male celebrities on TV always have huge, bulging ones.”

Shen Mo flexed it for her.

Her finger sank in, then got pushed back up. She couldn’t help but break into a delighted grin, pestering Shen Mo to keep doing it.

Up it swelled, then down it relaxed — back and forth more than a dozen times before Shen Mo finally opened his eyes. He shifted their position and said, “Stop playing.”

“Why?” Bai Youwei asked.

“Because it gets tiring,” Shen Mo said.

Bai Youwei: “……”

Are you even a man? Doesn’t it embarrass you to throw the word ‘tired’ around so easily? In every romance novel she’d ever read, the male lead’s stamina was a given — seven rounds in a single night was the standard package. You’re flexing one bicep and you’re calling it tiring?

Bai Youwei fumed internally.

After her silent rant, she wrapped her arms around Shen Mo’s waist and cooed sweetly, “Then let’s go rest in the dollhouse~”

Shen Mo ruffled her hair and hummed in agreement.

Resting outside was, after all, not quite safe enough — especially now that they had so many puzzle pieces in their possession. They had to be extra cautious.

Bai Youwei opened the dollhouse. Inside, it was also nighttime, the living room unlit and pitch dark.

Shen Mo turned on the light — and came face to face with a severed arm lying on the living room floor, entering his field of vision without any warning.

Shen Mo: “……”

Bai Youwei froze too.

“Oh, that… I almost forgot. That’s the arm you chopped off,” she explained. “I was going to burn it, but it seemed immune to fire and kept struggling, so I just tossed it into the dollhouse on a whim.”

What kind of ‘whim’ was that, exactly?

Snatching things from the game seemed to have become something of a habit for her.

Shen Mo asked, “It didn’t frighten Teacher Cheng or Xiaoxin?”

“No.” Bai Youwei shook her head lightly. “They were both upstairs at the time. And besides, I’m the mistress of the dollhouse — everyone and everything inside has to obey my commands, so I’m not worried about it causing trouble.”

As she spoke, she let out a wistful sigh, then added, “That’s probably exactly why the inspector didn’t give me a reward.”

Just thinking about it, Bai Youwei felt deeply put out.

Yan Qingwen, Shen Fei, and Shen Mo had all received wonderful rewards, yet in the end she’d come away with nothing but this one severed arm. The losses were too great.

Shen Mo picked up the arm. It showed no reaction whatsoever.

“Seems broken,” Shen Mo remarked.

“Broken?…” Bai Youwei leaned in to look as well. “Maybe just throw it out then? It’s rather disgusting.”

The hand on the severed arm suddenly clenched into a fist — then, with a soft pop, extended a single finger and wagged it firmly back and forth.

Bai Youwei: “……”

Shen Mo: “……”

Two seconds of silence. Bai Youwei turned to Shen Mo with a complicated expression: “It’s even more disgusting now.”

A moving arm.

Truly revolting.