Bai Shaofeng wiped his forehead with his hand, and cold sweat had already broken out. He touched his wildly beating heart again, looking at Qingchen on the bed in shock. He really couldn't understand how someone could sit so steadily in such a terrifying state of mind, without showing any signs on their face!

  He no longer hesitated, lay down and continued to sleep, but this time he couldn't fall asleep no matter what. The feeling from earlier had too great of an impact on his spirit. He tossed and turned for half the day, still not a peep out of her, and his curiosity once again rose to the surface, unable to resist taking another peek. This time the situation was different, Bai Shaofeng felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, like endless fatigue had arrived, threatening to engulf the last vestiges of clarity in his mind. Bai Shaofeng had never experienced any sort of cultivation before, and this dizzy feeling was something he couldn't defend against. This time he didn't need to worry about insomnia anymore, as he almost immediately let out a yawn and fell fast asleep.

  This sleep lasted for a long time, until White Shaofeng woke up at noon the next day. After all, it was Sunday and he didn't have to go to work. When he opened his eyes, Qingchen was still sitting there, without even moving a corner of her clothes. White Shaofeng got out of bed, put away the bedding, cooked himself another bowl of instant noodles, and washed yesterday's dirty clothes, hanging them on the windowsill. During all this time, Qingchen didn't react at all, as if she really didn't exist.

  Bai Shaoliu didn't want to go out after finishing all these things, he stood in front of the bed with his arms around him, frowning at Qingchen. He really couldn't understand why there were such people in this world? For the first time in his life, he realized that people's hearts weren't something that could be casually snooped on, at least not for someone like Qingchen. Her emotional fluctuations under specific circumstances had a huge impact on the observer. As the saying goes, curiosity kills the cat, Bai Shaoliu couldn't help but want to try again, and this time he was shocked once more, even his hands and feet turned cold.

  What kind of emotions did he detect from Qingchen? No, nothing, empty and not a single feeling! Why was Bai Shaoliu afraid? Because this situation is almost impossible, as long as the other person is still alive! Is she dead? What to do now! If someone finds out that there's a dead body in the house, how can they explain it to the police? If all else fails, just tell the police that you were kidnapped by Qingchen and then Qingchen died from her injuries here?

  Bai Shaoliu's mind was racing, and at the same time, he inexplicably felt a sense of regret and sadness. It was a strange feeling to save someone only for them to still die. After half a day, Bai Shaoliu finally came back to his senses - first, let's see if she's really dead? He stretched out his trembling fingers through the veil to check her breath, and indeed, there was none! Now he couldn't care less about whether he could touch her or not, and hastily grabbed Qingchen's left wrist to feel for a pulse.

  With a try, she finally let out a sigh of relief. She still had body temperature and her skin was smooth and soft. Bai Shaofeng felt her pulse, slow and long, although it was different from normal people, but at least her heart was still beating. He held her hand for a moment and forgot to let go, suddenly discovering that the other's pulse had changed, the slow and long beats becoming rapid, just like the usual feeling of a racing heartbeat. It turned out that Qingchen knew, she knew he grabbed her hand, suddenly becoming flustered as if her heart was racing, although her body remained still.

  Bai Shaofeng also had a trace of inexplicable panic, as if he had done something wrong and was caught by someone, his face turned red for no reason. He let go of his hand and retreated, saying: "I didn't mean to touch you, I just wanted to see if you were okay? If nothing's wrong, that's good, I'll leave first!"

  Go out? Where can one go with only one room? Bai Shaoliu left the house to stroll outside, he had already guessed that Qingchen was using a strange way to nurture her injuries, so it's better not to disturb her. Bai Shaoliu didn't understand the Taoist cultivation in this world, let alone the realms of heart demons, drowsiness and emptiness in meditation, so when he sensed Qingchen's emotions, he felt so unexpected.

  Qing Chen remained seated, motionless but fully awake. She was aware of almost everything Bai Shaofeng did beside her. She also found it strange that she had encountered such a person.

  The assassination target failed, and she was entangled by a martial arts master who suddenly appeared. Although she might not be an opponent, she couldn't get rid of it in a short time. During the fight, she and her opponent suddenly discovered that they had both become targets of the patrol team's attack, so they each retreated and broke out. She accidentally got injured. This is not all, escaping to the mountains, another mysterious master appeared, this master didn't know what kind of kung fu he was practicing, it was incredible even beyond her imagination. He could have caught her, but in the end, he beat her up and flew away. The most unfortunate thing was that she fell into the mountains without any resistance, hitting another person, knocking him unconscious and pressing him under her body, and she couldn't move at all.

  She had never been in such "close" contact with any man before, the two were almost stuck together. What's worse is that the man was holding her left breast with one hand just before he fainted, and he even grabbed a handful! Later when the man woke up, he took advantage of the situation to pinch his own * while pulling away his hand from under her clothes, Qingchen felt extremely humiliated and indignant!

  She was seriously injured and almost unable to resist, if the man wanted to hand her over to the police station, she could only cut off her pulse first. If he molested her, she had no choice but to fight back with all her might. She had even made up her mind to do so, but what she feared did not happen. This strange man did not take her to exchange for the reward of 30 million, nor was he a real wolf in sheep's clothing, and he didn't do anything to her, not even lifting her veil as she requested!

  He saved her, seemingly without any ulterior motives, just doing something out of pure intentions. What's more, although the two people didn't talk much, their interaction made her feel at ease. He seemed to always know what she was really thinking in her heart and would naturally do it, is there really such a person in this world? Just now when he grabbed her hand, Qingchen, who had always been steadfast and strong-willed, suddenly felt an inexplicable fluttering in her chest, that feeling wasn't fear, but rather a hint of shyness.

  Qing Chen really wanted to ask him why. In fact, there was no need for Qing Chen to ask, and even Bai Shaoliu himself might not be very clear in his heart.

  ……

  Qingchen sat still for three days, and Bai Shaoliu didn't dare to touch her again. On Tuesday morning before going to work, Bai Shaoliu noticed that the wound on Qingchen's waist had healed strangely, without leaving a scar, only a faint shallow red streak remained. When he returned home from work that day, he opened the door a small gap and slipped in quickly, then closed the door habitually looking at Qingchen on the bed. But this time he didn't see anyone - Qingchen was not on the bed, she had gotten up! The sound of showering water came from the bathroom instead.

  It seems that she has recovered a lot, not only getting out of bed but also knowing how to take a bath. Xiaobai was also very happy and said through the bathroom door: "I'm back!" Then he went to the kitchen to see what to eat. In Xiaobai's kitchen, there is a second-hand old refrigerator that his colleague gave him when they moved into their new home. Although it makes a lot of noise, it can still be used. As soon as he opened the refrigerator door, he was surprised again. Inside, almost everything was empty, and all edible things were gone. Was it stolen? Impossible! What kind of thief would steal into his house? Besides, what thief would steal frozen dumplings from the fridge?

  Bai Shaofeng was stunned, the bathroom door opened and Qingchen walked out standing at the kitchen door. Her face still wore a black veil, but Bai Shaofeng's eyes felt dizzy, his hand involuntarily supported the refrigerator door because she had changed her clothes. Qingchen stood there with her hand on the door frame, seemingly a bit weak in the body, wearing a loose-fitting white cultural shirt with six red characters "Wanguo Motong Qianzhuang" printed on the chest. This was a souvenir from the last time Bai Shaofeng and his colleagues organized an activity at the money house, also the only piece of clothing in Bai Shaofeng's wardrobe that he had never worn, the cleanest one.

  Bai Shaofeng was one meter eight tall, and this cultural shirt was also a large size, which covered Qingchen's body all the way to his knees. Below his knees, there was nothing on his smooth skin, not even shoes, and his pale legs made Bai Shaofeng feel dizzy, so he quickly looked away.

  "May I borrow a piece of clothing from you?" Qingchen asked softly by the door.

  "You're welcome, it's just a bit big." As he spoke, Bai Shaofeng thought to himself that the clothes would be better if they were a little shorter.

  "What are you looking for?"

  "Has anyone been here? Why is the fridge empty?"

  Qing Chen's tone was somewhat embarrassed: "I'm hungry, and I ate something."

  Bai Shaofeng was shocked: "You? Alone? All of them?"

  "Yes."

  The things in the fridge were what Bai Shaofeng had bought at the supermarket that day he saved Qingchen, enough for one person to eat for a week. Only three days had passed and more than half of it was left, but Qingchen had eaten it all in one go. Bai Shaofeng looked at her slender figure in disbelief, could this person be not only an assassin but also a foodie? How could she eat so much without getting fat? It seemed that irregular killing was a great way to lose weight.

  He thought to himself but didn't say it out loud. He asked: "You're eating quite a lot, aren't you starving? Is it too much?"

  Qing Chen didn't say a word and shook her head. Bai Shaoliu then remembered to ask about her physical condition: "You're not sitting on the bed? Are you able to walk around now? Has your body recovered?"

  "It's still soft and has no strength."

  Bai Shaofeng originally wanted to say that you can walk around if you're able, but as soon as he opened his mouth, it changed: "Then you should rest well, don't overexert yourself until your body has recovered."

  Qing Chen nodded and walked back, sitting on the bed again in that familiar straddling position, with half of her thighs exposed under her cultural shirt. Bai Shaofeng thought to himself: This girl's legs are really beautiful, I wonder if she's wearing anything else under that clothes. Unfortunately, he could only look but not touch. As the ancient saying goes: "Only can be admired from afar, cannot be trifled with." With this thought, he turned around and walked towards the door.

  "How could you leave again?" Qingchen asked from behind him.

  Bai Shaofeng: "I also want to have dinner, go buy something to eat."

  Qing Chen: "Can you help me buy some stuff too? I'll owe you the money."

  Bai Shaofeng turned his head back and smiled bitterly: "What do you want me to bring for you? Let's not talk about money, just consider it as if I owed you."

  "Qing Chen: 'Do you have paper and pen? I'll write it down.'"

  She must be writing a prescription, many martial arts novels have masters getting injured and being rescued by someone, waking up to write their own prescriptions for the rescuer to fetch medicine, only to encounter mysterious figures during the process of fetching medicine. Bai Shaoliu thought so when he brought over paper and pen, but when he received Qingchen's written list, he almost burst out laughing. Although she was behind a veil, he could sense that Qingchen seemed to be blushing, and his own face felt a bit hot as well, quickly turning around to leave the room.