Sam forgot when he had fallen asleep on the couch. That unsettling, horrific night seed to have passed.
Rubbing his sowhat swollen head, Sam felt that he had dreamt about sothing else the previous night.
After falling asleep a second ti, he had slept deeply, and upon waking, he seed to have forgotten the content of that dream.
Compared to the terror, horror, and even bloodiness of the first dream, the second should have been sweet—exceptionally sweet, it seed.
Although Sam had forgotten the dream’s specifics, a vague mory lingered, as if he had felt warmth.
Even getting up felt beautiful, as if he had been genuinely comforted by soone. This feeling was rare.
But it struck Sam as odd—having a beautiful dream after a nightmare? Was that reasonable? Clearly not, it felt more like compensation.
Amidst the warmth in his heart, his mind harbored more confusion and wariness.
And when he got up, Mia was gone.
She must have left his place earlier, and the room seed devoid of even her scent.
Mia’s early departure might have been a good thing for him. Of course, Sam didn’t think she was trying to spare him any trouble; after all, she probably still couldn’t face her sister on such a morning.
How to put it?
Alcohol is a curious thing, a part of so people’s obsession, and through its release, it becos synonymous with decadence.
But often, so things, so people, so words, can only be expressed through the release provided by alcohol.
Sam stood up, just as the bathroom door swung open.
Aurora, with slightly damp hair, wearing a sowhat tight T-shirt, her long legs captivating even under the concealnt of her pants, drew the eye.
True allure should be like this, even with coverage, the re outline is enough to capture attention.
"Awake?"
Aurora casually wiped her body with Sam’s towel before sitting down on a chair in the living room, casually crossing her legs and looking at Sam with an air of nonchalance.
It was even a bold gaze. But gone was the ambiguity and the spur-of-the-mont impulse of the previous night, replaced by her usual composure.
Sam looked at her, puzzled.
"You just..."
"Took a shower in your bathroom," she said.
Sam blinked.
"You used my shower?"
"What, do you have a thing about cleanliness?"
Aurora’s gaze grew even more peculiar.
Sam shook his head.
"I just like to keep things clean, it’s not a phobia. But you used my shower?"
Sam couldn’t comprehend Aurora’s behavior. She didn’t seem like the careless and casual type... to use a man’s bathroom for a shower, wasn’t she afraid of so kind of mishap?
It seed Aurora only grasped Sam’s point after he repeated himself.
"Oh, relax. I don’t have a cleanliness phobia either, and your bathroom was quite clean. I don’t know why, but I woke up sweating last night, felt uncomfortable, so I had to take a shower. If it bothers you that much, I can pay."
Sam couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
"What do I need your money for? If I had that in mind, I would have asked you for it last night."
Aurora blinked and set the towel aside.
Her hair was gathered to one side, falling over her shoulder.
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Aurora looked at Sam and said, "What? Do I have to pay you for a kiss?"
Sam suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
"What are you talking about! I was referring to you and Mia staying over at my place, not what you’re thinking!!"
What’s with this woman? How did she jump to that conclusion all of a sudden?
Sam had almost forgotten about what happened last night.
It seed to co rushing back as he thought Aurora would tacitly agree not to ntion it, treating it as a montary impulse from the evening before.
But not only did Aurora bring up last night’s events, she did so without a hint of shyness, instead smiling at Sam.
"Wow, blushing, are we? I’m fine, what’s got you all red-faced? Don’t tell you feel like you got the short end of the stick from a kiss?"
Sam glared at Aurora.
"Aren’t you a policewoman? Why are you acting like a hooligan?"
Indeed, that was the most accurate description of Aurora’s current deanor.
Aurora pondered for a mont.
"Do you know that the more soone does sothing or fulfills a certain role over the years, the greater their need for the opposite becos? So, you calling a hooligan might not be too far off."
She was invincible.
Not only could she justify her actions, but she was also remarkably candid, without a shred of sha.
But... hadn’t he heard this kind of talk sowhere before? Who was it? Sam couldn’t recall at the mont.
He rubbed his hair in resignation and stood up.
"Aren’t you going to work?"
"I’m good, I told my colleague in advance that I’m taking the day off. Are you that eager to get rid of ?"
Aurora watched Sam stand up, mainly focusing on his physique.
Every ti she saw this guy, Aurora wondered why there were n like Sam in the world.
From his appearance, even Aurora had to admit he was flawless, radiating a youthful and sunny charm that nobody could dislike. Moreover, the bulge in his pants suggested an impressive size, leaving no room for criticism.
Looking at Sam, Aurora felt a strange sensation, as if this boy was a piece of art created by God to demonstrate how perfect a man could be.
So it seed normal for him to have many won around him. If it were a slightly more ordinary girl, perhaps people would think she wasn’t good enough for him?
Sam shook his head.
"Just that I have to go to school, that’s all."
Aurora nodded.
"You’re right, you need to go to school. Don’t worry, your place isn’t a five-star hotel, I won’t overstay my welco. I’ll head back once my hair dries a bit."
"Mhm. And about you and Mia..." Sam ventured.
Aurora let out a soft sigh.
"There’s been so progress. At least she’s shared feelings with that she’s never expressed before. Only then did I realize how much pain she’s been harboring inside, heavier than I had imagined. But the process to completely change all this is still tough and long."
"Then keep at it, I’ll be silently supporting you."
Sam said this, but Aurora saw right through him, smiling at Sam.
"What’s this? Taking the benefits and then denying it? I don’t need your silent support; I need your active, substantial support."
"What benefits... You’re the one who insisted on kissing ; I never agreed. And I’ve helped you once, that’s enough. Any more and she won’t listen to next ti. You think she’s that docile?"
"But Mia is quite docile around you, isn’t she?"
"That’s wishful thinking on your part. Anyway, I’m out of ideas, believe it or not."
With that, Sam walked into the bathroom to start his morning routine.
Unexpectedly, while Sam was brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, Aurora leaned lazily against the bathroom doorfra.
Leaning there, she said, "I wasn’t joking with you last night. I sincerely believe you’re our only hope, and you’re the only one who can help us. I’m truly asking, no jokes, from the bottom of my heart."
Aurora’s expression was indeed sincere, and this ti she didn’t resort to threats or talk of deals.
However, Sam remained rational, knowing that getting further involved would only make things weirder.
So, he shook his head in the mirror, and after finishing brushing his teeth, he calmly said, "I still stand by my own judgnt. If these issues could really be resolved by an outsider like ... then you, as her sister, would surely be able to resolve them too. You just haven’t found the way yet."
Aurora disagreed.
"Sotis those on the inside can’t see things clearly. Isn’t there a saying, ’Love is blind’? Maybe it’s precisely because you’re in such a unique position that you can do all this."
"What unique position?"
"What do you think?"
Aurora smiled, a hint of allure on her usually cold face, unexpectedly charming.
But Sam was no longer easily swayed by beauty before him.
"We’re just friends, nothing more."
Aurora’s hair was now sowhat dry. She picked up her jacket and walked to the door, not needing Sam to see her out.
She turned her head to look into Sam’s eyes and then smiled.
"Sam, you really are a special man. But special people always have to do special things, face special responsibilities. You should be aware of that, right? Goodbye."
With those words, she coolly opened the door and left.
As the sound of the door closing echoed, Sam seed to confirm that she had indeed gone.
To say goodbye like this?
It felt sowhat inexplicable, yet it seed to fit the style of this woman.
But her words...
Special people, special responsibilities?
Sorry, but those things have always been there, and Sam has been facing them for a while now.
Like the supposedly ferocious dragon that people think needs a hero to conquer, the hero has already witnessed its power.
The dragon slayer may have unparalleled glory, but the consequences of failure are more than anyone can bear.
Sam got dressed and then stepped out the door. This ti, he ran into Zoe, who was as stunningly mature and beautiful as ever.
"Sam, you seem to have been coming ho late these past few days," she remarked.
"Have I?"
"Mm-hmm... I wanted to invite you to have dinner with , but you’ve been out several tis."
Zoe said this with a smile on her cheeks, revealing a slight sense of disappointnt.
Sam was indeed aware that he had been coming ho late these past few nights, even spending so nights out entirely.
But the truth was not sothing he could share, nor could he say he was working late at the convenience store—after all, it was close to ho, and Zoe knew where he worked. It wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility that she had already dropped by the convenience store to check.
So, Sam could only offer an awkward smile and say, "I’ve been busy with so club activities at school these days, so I’ve been getting back late. I’m really sorry."
Zoe’s face flushed slightly.
"There’s no need to apologize... I thought maybe Sam didn’t like my cooking, and that’s why you didn’t want to co back..."
"How could that be? I’ve always liked the als you make. I can even rember how delicious they are right now."
"Really? Then, will you join for dinner tonight?"
Looking into Zoe’s eager eyes, which shone in the autumn morning light, Sam knew he had spoken too much.
"Is it appropriate...? Wouldn’t it be too much trouble? Besides, I’m not sure what ti I’ll be back today," Sam said hesitantly.
Zoe imdiately shook her head.
"How could it be inappropriate? Don’t worry, it’s just a matter of cooking for one more person, no trouble at all... And recently, my company is testing a batch of new clothing products, and they’ve asked to take so ho to try. I was hoping Sam could help evaluate them. It might not be appropriate to ask soone else, I’m too shy..."
You’d better be genuinely shy, and not trying to seduce your neighbor.
That’s what Sam thought to himself, but he didn’t voice it. He also rembered that Zoe’s company was so fashion brand, though he didn’t know the specifics and hadn’t delved deeper into it.
"I’ll try to co back early then, and if sothing cos up, I’ll let you know in advance."
"Mm-hmm, great! Then I’ll look forward to your arrival tonight~"
"But... what kind of clothes are they? I’m just a bit curious, nothing more."
Curiosity is a common trait, regardless of age. Yet Zoe’s cheeks flushed even redder, as if she had thought of sothing.
Then, biting her lip in a thoroughly enticing gesture and leaning in close to Sam as if to prevent passersby from overhearing, she whispered,
"I can’t tell you now... but I think you’ll be very satisfied. Please look forward to it~"
Satisfied? What kind of clothes could they be?
===
anwhile, in a certain room.
"Are you done writing?"
Angel looked down at Selena, who was busy writing.
The young girl lifted her head and handed a piece of paper to her sister.
"I’ve finished writing... but why are you suddenly interested in this kind of thing? I’ve never heard you ntion such interests before."
Angel glanced at the content on the paper and nodded with slight satisfaction.
"Not bad, my care for you hasn’t been in vain."
Selena watched as Angel tucked the paper into her backpack, then smiled at her.
"From now on, I’m going to show so people that there’s no battlefield Angel dares not enter, no war Angel dares not fight."
Selena looked earnestly at the girl with the unique aura.
"That’s so cool... but can I have my ga console back now?"
"Ga console? What ga console?"
"No, you promised. If I helped you write this, you’d give back my ga console!!"
"Did I? I’ve forgotten. Let’s talk about it next ti, this doesn’t count."
"..."
Ignoring the wails behind her, Angel put on her shoes and stepped out of the entryway.
The mont she settled into the back seat of the car, the autumn scenery was frad in the small car window.
So people probably don’t know yet, right? Of course, how could they have guessed...
The real BOSS.
The one and only queen.
Now, her true descent is imminent!
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