"What came to mind?" A flicker of confusion flashed in Little Wei's eyes.
Wait, what's going on here?
Even though her consciousness was already somewhat hazy, looking into those familiar eyes, Little Wei had to admit—the person before her was Ji Cheng.
"What's happening?" Before Little Wei could react, the person kissed the corner of her lips.
The next moment, she was lifted into the air, her slippers slipping off her feet from the sudden movement.
"Be good," the woman said softly.
Ah!
If it was Ji Cheng, maybe she didn’t have to feel so conflicted after all.
Little Wei covered her eyes with the back of her hand, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"You know the situation isn’t right, so just like in our past life, don’t overthink things."
"I know." Ling Wanbai smiled faintly.
After entering the room, Ling Wanbai tapped the virtual screen to adjust the lighting, and only then did Little Wei’s expression ease a little.
She liked this kind of atmosphere.
"Big Orange," Little Wei suddenly spoke up.
Ling Wanbai paused, then smiled and asked, "Why call me that?"
"Wuwuwu, I missed you so much." Little Wei wrapped her arms around Ling Wanbai’s neck.
Ling Wanbai’s eyes curved into crescents as she kissed Little Wei’s eyelids.
"I missed you too."
The next moment, Ling Wanbai’s fingers trailed down Little Wei’s neck, gently combing through the hair at the nape of her head. The temperature in the room gradually rose, and a faint blush spread across Little Wei’s face as she clung to Ling Wanbai’s waist.
"Mmm…"
The rest could hardly be put into words.
When Little Wei woke up again, she could barely lift her arms—they ached terribly.
Rubbing her groggy forehead, she got up, slipped on her slippers, and hobbled toward the kitchen, massaging her sore back along the way.
Ling Wanbai was cooking porridge, and a pile of freshly chopped vegetables lay on the cutting board—they looked like they had just been harvested.
"Did you grow these?" Though she didn’t understand how Ling Wanbai had regained Ji Cheng’s memories, Little Wei found her much more agreeable now.
"Mm, there’s more on the balcony," Ling Wanbai replied with a faint smile.
"So how did you remember?" Little Wei still found it strange.
This had never happened before.
But that wasn’t the main issue. The real problem was that Ling Wanbai had tricked her—she hadn’t held back at all.
Little Wei was practically in tears.
"I don’t know. Maybe it’s just fate," Ling Wanbai murmured, her lips curving slightly.
The AI, Little Nailuo, floated up to Ling Wanbai’s face, sensing something off, but before she could react, Ling Wanbai smacked her aside with one hand.
"Oops, my hand slipped," Ling Wanbai said, retracting her hand.
Little Nailuo: "QAQ."
"You promised me," Little Wei said, a hint of resentment in her voice.
She hadn’t even had time to process things before her innocence was gone.
This despicable Ling Wanbai was no longer the Big Orange who had always protected and indulged her.
"Oh? Do you have proof?"
Little Wei blinked, then angrily tried to kick her, but Ling Wanbai dodged.
"You heartless woman," Little Wei growled.
Ling Wanbai nearly choked on the accusation, finding it amusing.
"How am I heartless? I’m cooking for you, aren’t I?" Ling Wanbai covered the pot before turning to stir-fry the vegetables.
In this world, vegetables had to be cultivated through special methods, making fresh produce a rarity. Seeds sold better than actual vegetables, and grocery stores rarely carried a wide variety.
To the original owner of this body, Ling Wanbai’s balcony was practically a dream garden.
"And there’s no meat," Little Wei muttered under her breath.
"Where would you find meat in this world?" Ling Wanbai couldn’t help but laugh.
Right—livestock farming was nearly extinct in this interstellar era. Every piece of meat in supermarkets cost a fortune, something only affordable during holidays.
It wasn’t just about cost—the harsh living conditions made raising livestock incredibly difficult.
"Fine, I’ll make do," Little Wei huffed, plopping onto the sofa.
Little Nailuo crawled up from the floor, eyeing Ling Wanbai suspiciously from behind. Just as she seemed to realize something, Ling Wanbai spun around, wielding a spatula.
"You know what can and can’t be said. I am Ji Cheng."
Ling Wanbai patted her head like a dog.
Little Nailuo’s face fell, forced to submit to the tyrant.
"Then, Sister Ji Cheng… what exactly happened?" Little Nailuo tilted her head.
"Someone cheated," Ling Wanbai said coldly.
Cheated?
At what?
Little Nailuo seemed to grasp it instantly—Ling Wanbai was referring to another competitor.
Damn!
In these kinds of competitions, fairness was hard to enforce once participants entered the world.
But then again, nothing in life was truly fair. If that person wanted to cheat, they might as well give Little Wei an even bigger advantage.
Except…
Didn’t Sister Little Wei already have a cheat to begin with?
Little Nailuo fell into deep thought.
"So… does that mean Sister Little Wei now has two cheats?" Little Nailuo pointed at Ling Wanbai, then at herself.
Ling Wanbai gave her a sidelong glance.
"Calling this a cheat?"
Little Nailuo: "?"
"What else would you call it?" Little Nailuo was baffled.
"Figure it out yourself," Ling Wanbai said, turning back to the stove.
The motions felt unfamiliar at first, but she quickly regained her rhythm.
By the time the food was served, Ling Wanbai noticed Little Wei viciously poking a sofa cushion. If she’d been any later, the cushion might not have survived.
"That angry?" Ling Wanbai chuckled, recalling her petty nature.
"Of course I am!" Little Wei grumbled.
A shadow flickered in Ling Wanbai’s eyes.
"I couldn’t help myself."
Little Wei: "?"
"You’ve changed. You weren’t like this before," Little Wei accused.
Then again, maybe it was because Ji Cheng’s personality had merged with Ling Wanbai’s?
"What was I like before?" Ling Wanbai sat beside Little Wei, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close.
No hugs allowed.
"What are you doing?" Little Wei squirmed uncomfortably, trying to scoot away.
But Ling Wanbai’s strength was undeniable. As a combat angel capable of piloting high-tier mechs, how could she not handle a mere double-S rank?
If she couldn’t, she might as well retire and work construction.
Two hundred a day—just no wife included.
"Move. I want to eat," Little Wei said dismissively.
Ling Wanbai hesitated before finally releasing her.
Little Wei glanced at the dishes—utterly vegetarian. No wonder she’d never seen an overweight person on the streets.
After the meal, Little Wei planned to return to her dorm and lose herself in gaming. She hadn’t experienced this world’s games yet.
But Ling Wanbai wasn’t about to let her off so easily.
"Let’s play together? Who knows, we might run into someone interesting."
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