Half-asleep, You Ming Xu felt something tickling her face, like a breeze carrying a familiar minty toothpaste scent.

She jolted awake to find an enormous handsome face right in front of hers.

You Ming Xu nearly exploded!

Yin Feng, this 180-plus centimeter tall, 29-year-old man, had dragged a tiny stool to her bedside, sitting there with an utterly delighted smile, blinking his big eyes, lips puckered, blowing air on her face.

You Ming Xu looked behind him with an extremely dark expression – her bedroom door was wide open. Without a doubt, he had picked the lock again. This former famous writer seemed skilled at opening all kinds of locks. What kind of strange person was he?

“Get out!”

The door slammed with a “bang,” and Yin Feng stood outside, rubbing his nose, still holding the small stool. He couldn’t understand why You Ming Xu didn’t like his wake-up call. After thinking for a moment, he figured it out and smiled to himself.

Little sleepyhead, he called her in his heart.

The seasoned professional You Ming Xu, completely unaware that the person outside had drawn such an adorable conclusion about her, stormed out wearing her properly arranged police uniform, face full of irritation, and headed straight for the bathroom.

When she emerged from the bathroom with a clean face and slightly mellow expression, she saw breakfast on the table and him sitting quietly beside it. She sat down and asked, “Where did the breakfast come from?”

Yin Feng answered: “Chen Feng brought it.”

You Ming Xu didn’t stand on ceremony, picked up the soy milk for a sip, and asked while biting into a youtiao: “Where is he?”

Yin Feng’s expression showed a hint of awkwardness as he looked at the table: “Waiting outside the door.”

You Ming Xu caught on but said nothing, finishing her breakfast in a few quick bites. Yin Feng, surprisingly, ate very properly and unhurriedly. You Ming Xu remembered how he had wolfed down sausages in Tibet, thinking that he must still be more like his past self.

“Shouldn’t you be leaving?” You Ming Xu asked.

Yin Feng’s expression immediately changed as he lowered his head to drink soy milk.

You Ming Xu continued: “Since Chen Feng is here too, we can all leave together after eating.”

He stood up, his face turning a bit red, looking toward the balcony with forced composure: “I think the view over there is nice, I’ve decided to go appreciate it.”

You Ming Xu watched as he opened the balcony door and walked out. Her old apartment was surrounded by high-rise buildings on all sides – who knew what scenery he was studying among the steel and concrete? You Ming Xu wasn’t blind; she could see him secretly taking out his phone to type something.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the doorbell rang politely.

You Ming Xu opened the door expressionlessly. Chen Feng, though just an assistant, still maintained his elite, refined scoundrel appearance – suited up without a tie, adjusting the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. He smiled and said: “Miss You, good morning. How was the breakfast? I hope Master Yin didn’t disturb your rest. May I come in?”

One shouldn’t strike a smiling face, and You Ming Xu had never been one for verbal sparring anyway, so she let him in.

Chen Feng sat at the table, also noticing Yin Feng standing straight as a pole on the balcony. His expression remained calm and unruffled, as if completely blind to his employer’s early morning foolishness, and said kindly: “Miss You, you can see Master Yin’s condition. I hope you can take him in for a while. Once he recovers, he’ll naturally leave, and with his magnanimity and wisdom, he will surely be very grateful for your care during this time.”