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Morning.
A loud bang echoed through the room.
Lin Xiyao was startled awake by the noise and quickly got up to see what was happening.
She stared at the charred microwave, her finger hovering over the emergency call button for three seconds.
"I said three minutes," she gritted her teeth, "not three hours."
Qiu Mo Xuan stood at the kitchen door, his black robe speckled with popcorn remnants. "Mortal tools are too fragile."
"This is a microwave! Not a tool!" Lin Xiyao tossed the burnt popcorn bag into the trash. "How have you survived this long?"
"Sleeping," Qiu Mo Xuan replied, reaching up to pluck a piece of popcorn from her hair. "For a thousand years."
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Lin Xiyao wiped her hands and peered through the peephole to see her best friend Zhou Yuanyuan standing outside with two cups of milk tea.
"Oh no, oh no..." She turned and pushed Qiu Mo Xuan. "You need to hide!"
Qiu Mo Xuan frowned. "Why?"
"Because—" Lin Xiyao didn't finish her sentence before Zhou Yuanyuan began knocking on the door. "Xixi! I know you're home!"
As soon as the door opened, Zhou Yuanyuan's gaze bypassed Lin Xiyao and zeroed in on Qiu Mo Xuan. The milk tea dropped from her hands with a splat.
"And who is this...?"
"He's here to fix the plumbing," Lin Xiyao blurted out.
Qiu Mo Xuan squinted his eyes.
"Are you dressing up in ancient style?" Zhou Yuanyuan leaned closer to Lin Xiyao's ear. "When did you start playing cosplay?"
"He’s my cousin," Lin Xiyao said, forcing herself to speak. "He came to the city to look for a job and is staying for a few days."
Qiu Mo Xuan suddenly reached out and pulled Lin Xiyao closer to him. "She’s lying."
Zhou Yuanyuan gasped.
"I’m her man."
Lin Xiyao nearly choked on her own saliva.
Zhou Yuanyuan's eyes widened, rounder than pearls.
"I knew it!" Zhou Yuanyuan suddenly pulled out her phone. "No wonder you haven’t replied to my messages lately; turns out you’ve been hiding such a handsome boyfriend!"
Lin Xiyao wanted to explain, but Qiu Mo Xuan had already turned and walked toward the sofa, elegantly sitting down and opening the takeout that Lin Xiyao had ordered.
Zhou Yuanyuan tugged at her sleeve and whispered excitedly, "He’s so handsome! Where did you find him?"
"The flea market," Lin Xiyao said despairingly.
Qiu Mo Xuan stared at the disposable chopsticks for a long time before finally snapping them in half with his fingers.
"Use this." Lin Xiyao handed him a spoon.
Zhou Yuanyuan bit the tip of her chopsticks and asked, "What does Mr. Qiu do for a living?"
"Killing," Qiu Mo Xuan replied.
Zhou Yuanyuan choked, "Cough, cough, cough, kill... kill someone?" She looked at Lin Xiyao in confusion.
Lin Xiyao harshly stepped on Qiu Mo Xuan's foot under the table.
"He means... security! Security work!"
Qiu Mo Xuan glanced at her but did not refute. He hadn't touched the spicy hot pot in front of him.
"Not to your taste?" Zhou Yuanyuan asked.
"Inferior ingredients," Qiu Mo Xuan pushed the bowl away. "No spiritual energy."
Zhou Yuanyuan blinked, "What is he talking about?"
"Health preservation," Lin Xiyao chuckled awkwardly. "He pays special attention to health, which is why he looks so handsome."
After sending Zhou Yuanyuan away, Lin Xiyao closed the door and let out a sigh of relief.
Turning to look at Qiu Mo Xuan standing on the balcony, the morning sun cast a long shadow behind him. Gazing at his handsome profile, Lin Xiyao found herself somewhat entranced.
Realizing she was daydreaming, she quickly slapped her forehead.
"Why did you say that earlier?" she walked over.
"Which part?"
"That you are my... that."
Qiu Mo Xuan turned around, a hint of a smile dancing in his deep-set eyes. "A contractual relationship is closer than kinship."
"That still doesn't mean—"
The phone suddenly vibrated. Zhou Yuanyuan sent a flurry of messages:
"He's so handsome!"
"But he seems a bit fierce."
"How did you two meet?"
Lin Xiyao was about to reply when the phone was snatched away.
Qiu Mo Xuan glanced at the screen, and with a gentle squeeze of his fingers, cracks appeared all over the phone.
"Hey!" Lin Xiyao couldn't stop him in time.
"Too noisy." He tossed the phone back to her. "Buy a new one tomorrow."
Lin Xiyao stared at the cracked screen and suddenly noticed that Qiu Mo Xuan's fingertips were slightly red.
"You... got hurt?"
Qiu Mo Xuan retracted his hand. "Just a trivial scratch."
Lin Xiyao grabbed his hand. There was indeed a minor puncture on his fingertip, oozing a few drops of blood.
"You can't even use a microwave, yet you crush phones with your bare hands?" She pulled out the first aid kit. "Sit down."
Qiu Mo Xuan stood still. Lin Xiyao tugged at his sleeve, and to her surprise, he actually followed her lead and sat down.
"If it hurts, just say so." She opened the ointment.
"A dragon wouldn't—"
"Does it hurt?" Lin Xiyao pressed down deliberately hard.
Qiu Mo Xuan's pupils suddenly constricted. "…A little."
After applying the ointment, Lin Xiyao noticed that Qiu Mo Xuan had been staring at her. His golden eyes were fixed on her, as if trying to see right through her.
"What are you looking at?"
"Your spiritual energy," he suddenly said. "It's a bit stronger than yesterday."
Lin Xiyao looked down at the dragon pattern on her wrist and noticed that its color was deeper than before.
"What’s the principle behind this?"
Qiu Mo Xuan stood up, his shadow completely enveloping her. "Sleep now. We'll go buy a bed tomorrow."
He walked toward the bathroom but suddenly stopped. "Also, your friend has a strange smell."
"Huh?"
"The scent of Yao Wu." Qiu Mo Xuan closed the door. "It's faint, but unpleasant."
The sound of water began to run. Lin Xiyao stood there, staring at the deformed phone on the sofa that Qiu Mo Xuan had squeezed, and suddenly felt a chill run down her back.
How could Zhou Yuanyuan have the scent of Yao Wu?
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