Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

Ye Jingchen came out of the bathroom and dried his wet hair with a towel.

She glanced at Erii, who was lying on her side.

He smiled, tied the rope of his bathrobe around his waist, and tossed the towel onto the bedside table.

She lay down on the bed, covered herself with the blanket, turned her back to Erii, and fell asleep.

I fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow.

Erii heard Ye Jingchen's soft snoring and wanted to reach out and tap his back, but she resisted the urge and closed her eyes to sleep.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Erii felt a little cold, so she hugged her arms to her chest and rubbed her arms with her palms.

Ye Jingchen, still asleep, had taken the blanket with him.

Erii leaned closer to Ye Jingchen, reached out and hugged his back, feeling the warmth, and fell into a deep sleep.

Half past eight in the morning.

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

Ye Jingchen's phone rang beside his pillow.

Ye Jingchen was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open. He groggily reached for his phone and asked, "Hello? Moshi Moshi?"

Genjiro: "Ye-san, it's me, Genjiro. I'm in Nagoya right now."

Ye Jingchen: "Oh, what's wrong?"

Genjiro: "I woke up this morning and received a message that you won the battle of Senso-ji yesterday, so I'm calling to congratulate you. But I heard the casualties were heavy. Were you injured?"

Ye Jingchen pouted: "What could possibly happen to me? You can rest assured about what I'm doing."

Genjiro: "Hmm, that's true. So, how is Erii?"

Ye Jingchen tried to raise his right hand to rub his eyes, only to find that his right hand seemed to have lost all feeling.

He was so frightened that he opened his eyes repeatedly.

Erii had her head resting on her arm, hugging her neck, and her smooth, slender, snow-white legs wrapped around her.

Yuan Zhisheng: "Moshi Moshi? Ye Sang, are you still there?"

Ye Jingchen was looking at the sleeping, adorable Erii when he heard Genji's words and replied repeatedly, "Oh, yes, yes, yes!"

Erii is alright; I took good care of her. I took her to the Tamamo-no-Mae Club last night to make sure she got some rest.

Your younger brother, Yuan Zhinü, is one too.

Yuan Zhisheng: "Alright, that's all for now, Ye Sang. I have other things to do, so I'll hang up now."

Ye Jingchen: "Mm."

Yuan Zhisheng: "Beep beep beep beep~"

Ye Jingchen tossed his phone aside.

I started to notice Erii's delicate little face.

He reached out his index finger and scratched Erii's nose. Erii, like a cat, shrank back and rubbed against Ye Jingchen's chest.

Ye Jingchen wanted to scratch Erii's cheeks again.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door!

Ye Jingchen looked alertly towards the door, gently lifted Erii's head, and pulled his right hand, which was being pressed down by Erii, out.

Erii's legs were pressing down on him.

Like a caterpillar, it retreated downwards from Erii's embrace.

Erii was wrapped up in a blanket.

I put on my slippers, walked to the door, opened it, and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me again, disturbing your sweet dreams!" Inuyama Setsuko playfully stuck out her buttocks and patted Ye Jingchen's chest with the blue plastic folder in her hand.

Today she was wearing a brown wool felt hat, a beige detective jacket-style skirt, and blue floor-length trousers with floral patterns.

She looks a bit like a female detective from a detective agency during the Showa era.

Wearing this kind of clothing should normally be somewhat formal, but perhaps because of Inuyama Setsuko's dancing, she wore it with a kind of coy, serious yet sexy forbidden desire.

It makes you want to foul.

She peered into the guest room through Ye Jingchen's armpit, her eyes full of curiosity.

Ye Jingchen immediately closed the door to prevent her from seeing, and stood in front of the door wearing only a bathrobe.

I could only feel a breeze blowing through the corridor from time to time, making my lower body feel chilly.

"What are you looking at?" Ye Jingchen crossed his arms and looked down at Inuyama Setsuko.

Inuyama Setsuko adjusted her non-prescription black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose and said with a smile, "I'm feeling guilty. I didn't see anything."

Ye Jingchen saw how arrogant she was.

Just do it.

Snap!

The blue plastic folder fell to the ground and made a sound.

"What are you doing! That's information about yesterday's battle at Senso-ji Temple, compiled by the heads of the Ryoma and Miyamoto families and entrusted to me for delivery!"

Inuyama Setsuko pouted, glaring at Ye Jingchen with some annoyance.

Ye Jingchen grabbed Inuyama Setsuko's hands and lifted them up, pushing her against the wall. He then lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "Why are you being so naughty today?"

“I…” Inuyama Setsuko’s eyes darted away, avoiding Ye Jingchen’s burning gaze.

She suddenly felt something pressing against her. She glanced down and immediately widened her eyes, her mouth agape to the size of a goose egg.

"No...not here..." Inuyama Setsuko looked away fearfully, then looked up at Ye Jingchen and pleaded, "There are security cameras here."

Ye Jingchen remained silent. He was already burning with desire last night, and it was Inuyama Setsuko who delivered herself to his doorstep, so he couldn't blame him.

Ye Jingchen groped Inuyama Setsuko and dragged her toward room 303.

He had just quietly activated "Word of Power: Sword Control" to shift the direction of the surveillance cameras on both sides of the corridor.

Ye Jingchen reached out and touched the sensor lock of room 303, activated "Word Spirit Sword Control", and manipulated the lock cylinder with a "click"!

The door opened.

Ye Jingchen pulled Inuyama Setsuko inside.

after an hour.

Ye Jingchen walked out of room 303, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking refreshed and invigorated.

In room 303, blue scraps of cloth littered the floor. Inuyama Setsuko rolled her eyes slightly, crawling on the edge of the bed in a highly difficult position that most people couldn't manage. One could only say that ballet dancers do have extraordinary flexibility.

"Tch, what kind of strength do you have to dare to provoke me?" Ye Jingchen reached out and grasped the doorknob, slowly pulling the door shut. He looked at Inuyama Setsuko through the crack in the door. "I've closed the door. Take your time and come out after you've finished tidying up."

Ye Jingchen had just closed the door.

With a creak, the door to room 302 next door opened, and Yuan Zhinu walked out.

The two locked eyes.

Yuan Zhinv was stunned for a moment, "Ye Sang, you shouldn't be in room 301..."

"Yuan Zhinu, pick up that folder on the ground." Ye Jingchen interrupted Yuan Zhinu, pointing to the blue plastic folder that Inuyama Setsuko had dropped on the ground behind Yuan Zhinu at the door of room 301.

“Oh, okay.” Yuan Zhinv turned around, bent down and picked up the blue plastic folder on the ground, glancing at the title on the folder: “Statistical Data of the Battle of Asakusa Temple.”

He presented the folder to Ye Jingchen with both hands, noticing that Ye Jingchen was wearing a bathrobe at the time...

An awkward atmosphere filled the air.

Ye Jingchen took the folder, flipping through it with his head down, and walked past Yuan Zhinu toward room 301. "Go downstairs and order some breakfast first. I'll look at some work materials."

As he spoke, Ye Jingchen touched the sensor lock on apartment 301, went inside, and closed the door.

“Okay.” Yuan Zhinv nodded and turned to look at room 303 next to her.

He always felt that there was some secret hidden in this room...