"Mmh..."
In the darkness, Yan Huan felt a dull throbbing in his head, like sothing was wedged into his skull and twisting around.
He groggily opened his eyes—
And found himself under the sa blanket as a red-haired beauty.
Tong Yingying.
She was fast asleep, her red lips slightly parted, her face turned toward him.
Yan Huan blinked in slight confusion and shifted slightly.
The mont he moved, the warm cocoon of blankets around them shifted with him, making every little point of contact painfully obvious—
The warmth of her body, the hand lightly resting on his chest, the knee pressing against his thigh…
"......"
Yan Huan’s gaze flicked down, pausing briefly on the black camisole strap slipping off her shoulder.
His eyes trailed lower—
And then snapped away like he had been burned.
Damn it.
This was ridiculous.
Ever since reincarnating, he hadn’t touched a single drop of alcohol, so he didn’t realize he was this much of a lightweight.
He wasn’t completely blacked out, but his mory was hazy and fragnted.
Shaking his head, he quickly sat up and reached for his phone.
4:22 AM.
Between lack of sleep the night before and drinking, he had managed to knock out from the afternoon until now.
Rubbing the back of his head, he felt the call of nature and carefully slipped out of bed.
Stepping outside, he noticed the rain had stopped, but the air was still cold.
"Click."
He shut the bedroom door behind him, flipping on his phone’s flashlight before heading downstairs to the bathroom.
After handling business, he stood at the sink and splashed so cold water on his face.
"Yan Huan."
The sudden voice nearly made him jump out of his skin.
Turning his head, he spotted ow-chan sitting primly by the bathroom door, its big, round eyes staring up at him.
"ow-chan, last night—"
"Last night, Tong Yingying kissed you, ow."
"!!???"
Yan Huan froze.
His mind reeled as a vague mory surfaced—
Sothing soft had gently pressed against his forehead.
It had been warm and comforting.
Instinctively, he reached up and touched the spot—
ow-chan nodded.
Then, just as Yan Huan sighed—his fingers moving toward his lips—
ow-chan nodded again.
And Yan Huan was shook.
"Wait… No way…"
"Yes way, ow. Tong Yingying went full cougar mode—not only did she kiss your forehead, she also kissed your lips."
ow-chan licked its paw and added,
"Can’t really bla her, ow. She comforted you all night, and you still mumbled ‘Sakura Palace’ in your sleep. She was pissed."
"......"
Yan Huan’s expression stiffened.
At the ntion of Sakura Palace, his mood instantly soured.
But ow-chan didn’t linger on the topic.
Instead, it leaped onto Yan Huan’s shoulder with weightless grace.
"More importantly, I gathered so critical intel while you were asleep, ow."
Yan Huan wiped his face.
"What intel?"
ow-chan narrowed its eyes.
"Do you rember that giant Modifier fragnt we found at the pub?"
"...The snake scale?"
"Correct, ow. I now know where it ca from."
ow-chan flicked its gaze toward Tong Yingying’s bedroom, then continued.
"The intelligent Modifier that resembles a white snake originally chose Tong Yingying as its Host.
"But she rejected it."
"The only way to eliminate a Modifier is for its Host to willingly abandon it. Even though their bond wasn’t fully ford yet, Tong Yingying’s refusal dealt the Modifier a serious blow—which is why we found the fragnt, ow!"
Yan Huan’s eyes widened as he processed the information.
"Tong Yingying? A Modifier Host? No way."
"It’s true, ow!"
ow-chan nodded firmly and added,
"My previous guess was right—Tong Yingying has a sadistic streak.
She enjoys watching you suffer, ow.
You don’t even know—last night, when she kissed you, she—"
"STOP! STOP! STOP!"
Yan Huan’s face darkened instantly.
He shut that conversation down imdiately.
But now that ow-chan ntioned it, he did recall sothing—
Back at the gym, when Tong Yingying had whipped him with a training rope, there had been a distinct gleam of excitent in her eyes.
"That being said…" Yan Huan muttered, rubbing his temples.
"I don’t think her problem is that bad…"
Still, it made him uneasy.
Was this just him getting used to abnormal things?
Had his threshold for “acceptable” behavior risen so much?
Was Tong Yingying also "pretending
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