Could it be that she was just too sensitive, able to perceive everything?
Little Wei rubbed her chin—was this a good thing or not?
"I'm going to take a shower first, or it'll be harder to wash up later," Youyin said as she took off her jacket.
Only then did Little Wei notice that Youyin's inner shirt was stained red with blood. No wonder the smell had seemed off earlier—she’d assumed it was just the air.
"Are you okay?" Little Wei asked cautiously.
Hearing the concern in her voice, Youyin suddenly laughed and tossed the clothes into the laundry basket.
"This is someone else's blood. When I woke up, my roommate was already dead."
By the end, her tone carried a hint of regret.
But there was no helping it—this was just how the game worked. The only way to save everyone was to solve it and clear the level.
"Oh, and it's best not to close the door when showering. I'll go first." Youyin pulled a set of clothes from the wardrobe and headed into the bathroom.
Not closing the door?
That didn’t sound like a good idea.
But Little Wei understood—it was a precaution in case something happened inside, especially since Youyin’s doppelgänger was lurking nearby.
If that malicious gaze wasn’t from Youyin’s copy, then she’d take back her words.
Should she just deal with it for Youyin?
Little Wei rubbed her chin again.
But if it really was Youyin’s doppelgänger, wouldn’t it also have her abilities? And...
"Si, would this count as hitting my wife?" Little Wei felt a headache coming on.
Ugh, she really didn’t want to lay a hand on her wife.
"I’m afraid you wouldn’t win against her."
Little Wei: ????
"An assassin’s abilities far surpass a normal human’s, and Youyin is already strong to begin with. So her... what was it you called it? Doppelgänger? Yeah, her doppelgänger isn’t someone you can easily handle," Si explained.
Of course, if Little Wei were at her peak, she could definitely take on Youyin’s copy.
But unfortunately,
given Little Wei’s constitution, if a fight lasted longer than three minutes, Si was afraid she’d keel over from a brain hemorrhage.
And that wasn’t a joke—it was entirely possible.
"Then you fight for me. I don’t wanna try anymore." Little Wei almost added "big sis" but swallowed the words.
Back when she didn’t know Si was her wife, she could crack jokes like this without a second thought. But now? Nope.
A person needs dignity, a tree needs bark. Sigh.
"She’ll handle it herself," Si said, both exasperated and amused.
"What’s that supposed to mean? Am I just some freeloading little wife?" Little Wei was genuinely annoyed now.
She wanted to go on a rampage too.
Si: "......"
"I never said that," Si replied, feeling like this girl was way too good at twisting words.
"Whatever. If you don’t even want me to try, then I’m going to sleep." Little Wei listened to the sound of running water in the shower and suddenly realized something.
She’d have to wait for Youyin to finish showering before she could sleep.
It had been raining outside, and the journey here had left them both filthy. If she dared to lie down now, Youyin would probably break her legs.
Not that Little Wei was the type to tolerate dirt either—she’d be the first to refuse.
But listening to a girl shower? That was even more torturous, enough to brew ten packets of bitter medicine.
Eventually, Little Wei dozed off.
After all, with her staff around, even in dangerous places, it could whisk her away to safety.
"Hey, wake up."
At some point, an unfamiliar voice roused her.
Blinking groggily, she saw Youyin standing in front of her, her voice sweet and clear.
For a moment, Little Wei thought she’d returned to the cultivation world.
Her head was still throbbing, so without thinking, she pulled Youyin in and kissed her.
"I’m still sleepy," she mumbled in a soft, coquettish voice, leaving Youyin completely stunned.
Her cheeks flushed crimson in an instant.
Damn it!
She cursed under her breath.
Why was there a frail-looking, fair-skinned girl acting all cutesy with her?
Who could resist this?!
Youyin had zero self-control in this situation, but she could tell Little Wei wasn’t fully awake yet.
Gently pushing her away, Youyin suppressed the strange thoughts swirling in her mind.
She knew girls could date girls—she’d encountered it in real life before.
But this girl in front of her? A delicate, southern-style mochi ball. No one could handle that.
Stop.
No more thinking.
Youyin shook her head and forced a stern expression.
"Go take a shower, then get some proper sleep. It’ll help you recover."
Hearing another unfamiliar voice, Little Wei finally realized what had happened.
Holy crap.
What had she done?
Was she insane?
Acting like that toward Youyin... Yeah, better not say it.
But she’d never been this embarrassed in her life—this was a complete disaster.
Seriously, what if she was just too used to acting spoiled with girls?
Help, this was urgent.
Knowing she’d lost all dignity in front of Youyin, Little Wei hurried into the bathroom.
This time, she closed the door.
She pressed a hand to her chest—her heart wasn’t just soft like cotton, it was pounding like a rat digging a hole.
Ugh.
Scolding herself silently, she finally took a proper shower.
She reeked so badly, anyone would think she’d fallen into a sewer.
How had she even managed to sleep with this stench earlier?
After scrubbing for a solid hour, Little Wei tossed her clothes into the washing machine—only to realize a critical problem.
She was an idiot (not really).
Dammit, she’d been so focused on showering that she’d forgotten to bring a change of clothes.
Guess it was time to jog outside naked.
With a look of utter despair, she cracked open the bathroom door and peeked out at Youyin, who was sitting nearby.
"Big sis, can you lend me some clothes?"
She blinked innocently.
Youyin paused, then quickly rummaged through her wardrobe for something that would fit and handed it over.
Clearing her throat, she said sternly, "The undergarments are all new, so they’ll have to do."
"Okay." Little Wei wasn’t picky about that.
But once she put them on, she realized the difference between her and Youyin.
Why... was there so much extra space inside?
Dammit.
Face dark, Little Wei stepped out and glanced at Youyin’s chest.
She really hadn’t expected her to be that impressive.
"They fit well. I picked black on purpose—it’s better for moving around at night."
As they spoke, a loud boom echoed in the distance.
Little Wei jumped.
"What was that?"
Youyin seemed to realize something and rushed to the balcony, Little Wei right behind her.
The balcony offered a clear view of the school.
"Oh no," Youyin gasped.
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