What the hell is this sense of security

Su Xiyan was originally quite slender, and today her complexion was especially pale, making her look rather frail.

However, if she said she didn't even have the strength to cut a steak, Chen Shuo didn't believe it.

Seeing how hard Su Xiyan was trying to go hunt vampires, he reluctantly helped cut the steak for her.

Chen Shuo took the knife and fork from Su Xiyan's hand and cut the steak for her.

Su Xiyan parted her cherry lips and accepted the steak Chen Shuo had cut.

"Hmm, not bad cooking skills."

Chen Shuo was nonchalant: "I've always been quite confident in my cooking abilities."

"Hurry up and eat, then go to sleep!"

"Can you make it through the kendo club's friendly competition tomorrow?"

Su Xiyan nodded: "No problem, it's just a small match."

Chen Shuo looked at Su Xiyan and felt her condition was recovering remarkably quickly.

Could this be the resilience of a second-tier golden demon hunter?

It seemed quite formidable!

Su Xiyan hadn't eaten dinner and had engaged in high-intensity combat for five or six hours, so her stomach was terribly empty. The steak disappeared quickly, with just one small piece left.

Not knowing why, Chen Shuo had a sudden urge to tease Su Xiyan.

He deliberately brought the last morsel close to Su Xiyan’s mouth with his fork, then swiftly pulled it back and popped it into his own mouth when she was about to bite down.

Chen Shuo chewed the steak vigorously, shaking his head: “Hmm...the taste really is good!”

Su Xiyan’s slender brows furrowed together: “Give me back my steak!”

Chen Shuo opened his mouth and pointed at the steak inside: “You want to eat it? Come and take it yourself.”

Chen Shuo didn’t gloat for long. Su Xiyan threw a punch at his chest, making him involuntarily cough. The still unswallowed steak spewed out onto the floor.

Now the steak was uneaten and he’d been punched as well. And on top of it all, he had to clean the floor too.

Su Xiyan’s eyes were icy cold. “That’s what you get for messing around. Hurry up and clean it thoroughly. Get some good rest too―there’s still the match tomorrow!”

Chen Shuo sulked indignantly: “The match is none of my business. I'm not even competing.”

Su Xiyan reminded him: “Have you forgotten there are vampires in the opposing kendo club? Are you sure you won’t go?”

In fact, Chen Shuo hadn't forgotten about this at all. He was just deliberately provoking Su Xiyan.

Seeing Su Xiyan stride away on her long legs, Chen Shuo suddenly remembered something and called out to stop her: “Su Xiyan!”

Su Xiyan turned back, a puzzled look on her charming face: “Hmm? What is it?”

Chen Shuo looked at her doubtfully: “Weren’t you extremely weak? How did you recover so quickly?”

Oh no! Su Xiyan now remembered that amidst things, she had actually forgotten to keep up the act of feigning weakness.

She hurriedly leaned against her forehead with one hand: “Now that you mention it, I really am feeling a little dizzy.”

“It’s all your fault!”

Chen Shuo: “???”

He thought to himself: What does this have to do with me? Why blame me?

But then again, it was true that Su Xiyan had ended up desperately hunting vampires because of him.

Considering this, Chen Shuo decided not to quibble with Su Xiyan.

After being reminded by Chen Shuo, Su Xiyan resumed her exhausted and feeble appearance.

Chen Shuo couldn't help scoffing: “Isn’t the contrast a bit too dramatic? I suspect you're pretending on purpose.”

Su Xiyan rubbed her temples, speaking in a breathless voice:

“Go find a demon hunter and fight continuously for five or six hours, see how you feel then?”

Chen Shuo recalled that when Su Xiyan was hunting mid-tier vampires last time, she did seem to have some trouble. When dodging attacks, she had even cut her ankle.

What Su Xiyan said did seem quite reasonable after all.

Su Xiyan's legs gave way and she deliberately collapsed towards Chen Shuo.

Chen Shuo’s hands caught Su Xiyan's slender waist, supporting her as they walked to the master bedroom.

Drawing back the quilt, Chen Shuo gently laid Su Xiyan on the bed and covered her with the blanket.

Su Xiyan truly appeared extremely frail. As soon as she lay down, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Even her breathing grew long and steady.

Chen Shuo was about to get up and leave when he realized his arm was still under Su Xiyan’s head.

That was the posture from setting her down just now.

Chen Shuo held his breath, wanting to slide his arm out from under Su Xiyan’s head.

But the moment he moved, Su Xiyan’s brows furrowed as if very uncomfortable, seemingly on the verge of waking.

Chen Shuo was quite exasperated.

She’s like a pig—falling asleep so fast? Is this the so-called legendary ability to instantly fall asleep?

But considering her feeble state and recalling her blood-drenched appearance when she first returned, barely able to stand, Chen Shuo's heart softened again.

Luckily there was a soft rug by Su Xiyan’s bed. Chen Shuo sat down on it, his hand still under Su Xiyan’s head, not daring to budge an inch.

Fortunately his phone was in his pocket and his other hand could still move.

Chen Shuo's left hand remained pinned under Su Xiyan’s head while his right hand lay by the bed playing on his phone. He maintained this half-kneeling, half-sitting posture by the bedside.

He’d play on his phone for a bit—once Su Xiyan was in deep sleep, he could slip away.

But why were his eyelids growing so heavy?

Gradually, Chen Shuo’s eyes began seeing double when looking at his phone.

Finally, he could not resist any longer and his eyes drifted shut.

Hearing Chen Shuo start to lightly snore, Su Xiyan slowly opened her eyes.

Slumped half-kneeling by the bed, Chen Shuo had fallen asleep in that posture, eyes closed.

The small nightlight by the bedside was on, bathing the room in its warm yellow glow and creating an especially cozy atmosphere.

Su Xiyan’s gaze was clear and tranquil as she looked upon Chen Shuo’s sleeping profile that resembled an utterly adorable child’s. Because in sleep, all that could be seen on his face was peace.

The night deepened and the nighttime temperature grew somewhat cool.

With her head resting on Chen Shuo’s arm, Su Xiyan lay on her side gazing at his sleeping form. This damned sense of security—what was that about?

He was merely a low-tier vampire, a weakling before the formidable Su Xiyan who could crush him with a single finger. Yet why did she feel protected when he was by her side?

Please! From the perspective of combat power it should be her protecting him, right?

Truly bizarre!

Su Xiyan relished in this extremely contradictory yet genuinely existing sensation as she closed her eyes and sank into deep slumber.

The next morning, Chen Shuo was roused awake by the ringtone of his phone alarm.

Opening his eyes, he saw not his own bedroom’s ceiling.

He was so startled that he sprang up from the rug like a jack-in-the-box.

Having just stood, Chen Shuo felt his left arm had gone stiff and both legs numb.

His numb legs couldn’t muster an ounce of strength at all. Chen Shuo’s whole body slumped towards the bed.

At the instant before falling onto the soft bed, Chen Shuo caught sight of Su Xiyan lying in it.