“Luxury Suite x 3 rooms: ¥8888/night”
“Bodyguard Meal Allowance: ¥500/meal”
“Travel Expenses: ¥200”
“Mental Distress Fee: ¥1000”
Lu Yuan expressionlessly slid an electronic accounting book across the table toward Liu Zhe and said, “Mr. Liu, here is today’s expense report for your review.”
Liu Zhe stared at the numbers on the screen, his eye twitching uncontrollably. He felt as if his heart was spasming along with it.
This is a Magical Girl? This is fucking exploitation on a whole new level, like the Zibo Family is addicted to squeezing every last cent!
“Lu… Lu Yuan Miss… this mental distress fee is…?”
“Oh, that.” Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow and pointed to Qing, who was sitting motionless on the sofa across from them, staring at her phone. “Since the airport, she’s been staring at me for a full two hours and seventeen minutes. This sustained, inexplicable gaze seriously disturbed my rest. Charging this fee is only reasonable.”
Qing seemed to understand Lu Yuan was talking about her. She glanced curiously at Lu Yuan, then returned her attention to the phone screen, which was playing a video of Lu Yuan fighting in Tongmen City.
“…” Liu Zhe wanted to say something but found himself powerless to argue. He could only sign and transfer the money with tears in his eyes. “…You’re right. It’s justified, it’s justified.”
Lu Yuan took back the accounting book with satisfaction and checked her mobile banking. Good, the funds were intact.
Money isn’t everything, but without money, nothing works.
“Bang!”
A loud crash sounded, like something falling to the floor.
Both Lu Yuan and Liu Zhe were startled.
Lu Yuan quickly raised her gun and turned to aim, only to see Qing lying on her back with all four limbs flailing in the air.
Qing lay on the floor, curiously holding her phone and studying the video of Lu Yuan’s battle stance. Then she stood up, looked at her own feet, then at Lu Yuan’s.
Next, she tried to imitate Lu Yuan standing on one foot as seen in the video—but fell to the floor again.
Watching this scene, Lu Yuan didn’t know what to say.
This isn’t a first time modeling—it’s a first time being human.
***
In the master bedroom’s bathroom, steam fogged the air, and the frosted glass was dotted with fine water droplets.
Lu Yuan stood before the large vanity, staring at her tired reflection. She took a deep breath, as if preparing to make a major decision, and placed her finger on the clasp of the Combat Suit’s zipper.
***
“Click.”
A soft sound as the tight Combat Suit was unzipped slowly, revealing pale skin and smooth muscle lines beneath.
Silence enveloped the room, broken only by the quiet hum of the hotel’s air conditioning.
She let out a slight breath, carefully folding the Combat Suit top and placing it on the rack by the bathroom door.
Next came the bottoms, then the close-fitting black lace panties…
The girl shed the last layer of defense between her absolute territory and the surrounding air. The moment the cold air touched her exposed skin, a faint shiver ran through her body.
She walked over to the shower, turned on the faucet, and warm water immediately cascaded down with a loud splash. Steam quickly filled the room, blurring the glass.
The water rinsed her body, easing some of her fatigue.
Being a bodyguard is exhausting, after all. Was Sister Su Li this tired when she guarded me before?
Lu Yuan thought as she washed herself, slowly rinsing off the foam.
She recalled that night when Sister Su Li was her personal bodyguard, pressing her down on the bed…
Damn it! Why am I feeling tired? Didn’t Sister Su Li enjoy taking advantage of me?
Lu Yuan shook her head like a kitten, flicking some water from her hair. One hand dried her hair with a towel, the other wrapped in a bath towel as she stepped out of the bathroom.
Luckily, she had Liu Zhe book three rooms. Tonight shouldn’t turn out like that night with Sister Su Li again…
***
Lu Yuan froze upon opening the bathroom door.
Qing was sitting on the sofa in her bedroom, holding… the black lace panties Lu Yuan had just changed out of.
“How did you get in here?!” Lu Yuan blushed furiously and strode over to snatch back her panties.
For a moment, she thought—are panties some kind of cursed object that must be seen by other girls you know?
Qing looked up, brought the panties to her nose, and sniffed seriously before pulling out her phone to type:
【You smell like you. Wet. Is it the smell of water?】
“!!!” Lu Yuan’s face immediately flushed red as she snatched the panties back. “Weirdo! That’s just from water splashing while I was showering!”
【Why wear something like this? It doesn’t cover anything at all.】
“I…” Lu Yuan’s face turned as red as a persimmon. “None of your business!”
Qing, half understanding, pointed at the faint redness on Lu Yuan’s cheeks and collarbone caused by the steam, then typed again:
【This is red too. Why? Does hot water change the skin color?】
She even stretched out a finger as if wanting to poke and check.
Lu Yuan took a quick step back and tightened her bathrobe. “It’s normal! Blood circulation! Don’t you get it?! And don’t touch me!”
Qing withdrew her hand and lowered her head to search on her phone for [blood circulation] [hot water] [skin turning red], completely focused.
“Listen,” Lu Yuan’s voice left no room for argument as she pointed toward the door, “you, go back to your own room and sleep.”
Qing raised her phone, the screen lighting up: 【Why?】
“Why?” Lu Yuan almost laughed at such an innocent question. “Men and women… no, even women with women don’t touch each other! Who knows if you might sleepwalk again and start groping me at night?!”
Qing looked down at her hands, seriously considering the possibility of sleepwalking, then shook her head firmly and typed: 【No. I sleep quietly.】
“Then you go back!”
【I’m scared. I don’t want to leave, Lu Yuan.】
“…” Lu Yuan crossed her arms. Being a personal bodyguard means staying in the same room. She couldn’t argue that. “Then… either you sleep on the sofa, or I do. Pick one.”
Qing silently looked at the comfortable big bed, then at the spacious but still just a sofa in the living room, before finally fixing her gaze on Lu Yuan’s absolutely unyielding face. Hugging a pillow, she slowly walked to the sofa, sat down, then lay down, curling into a ball.
The entire process was quiet and obedient, even carrying a slight pitiful air as if she was being bullied.
“…”
Lu Yuan inexplicably felt like a bully picking on a child.
She steeled herself, dropped a stern warning: “No coming into my room tonight! Knock if you need anything!” and slammed the master bedroom door shut.
***
Night fell into deep silence.
Lu Yuan, after showering, lay in bed with no sleep in sight, ears pricked like antennae, listening carefully for the slightest sound beyond the living room.
Silence.
Too much silence.
This kind of quiet only made her more uneasy. Could the naturally airheaded Qing really be so well-behaved? Would she be cold? Though the air conditioner was on, the sofa didn’t have a blanket…
Tossing and turning, Lu Yuan decided to get up and let Qing sleep in the bed.
She sat up and turned her head—Qing had quietly woken and was now crouching silently by her bedside.
Her pale green eyes blinked without a break in the dim light. Holding the pillow, she curled into a ball like a large dog silently watching its owner.
“Waaaah!!!” Lu Yuan was terrified, heart pounding wildly. “How did you get in here?! Didn’t I lock the door?!”
Qing seemed startled by her intense reaction, taking a half-step back before raising her phone, the screen lighting her innocent face:
【You didn’t lock the door. (..•˘_˘•..).】
Why does it sound like she’s blaming me for not locking the door?!
“How long have you been watching me here?!” Lu Yuan asked.
Qing tilted her head, thought for a moment, then typed:
【A long time. You move when you sleep. You even talk in your sleep.】
“What did I say?!”
【“Idiot Lin Wan…”, “Pantsu…”, “Sister Su Li… don’t press on me anymore…”】
Qing recited seriously.
Lu Yuan’s face instantly burned bright red.
“No listening! No remembering! Now! Immediately! Get out!!!” She grabbed a pillow and threw it.
Qing caught the pillow and hugged it, then glanced at Lu Yuan’s flushed cheeks and rising chest from excitement. Slowly, she stood, looking back at Lu Yuan every few steps as she headed for the door.
Just as she was about to slip out again, Lu Yuan’s teeth clenched voice came from behind:
“Wait!”
Qing stopped and looked back.
Lu Yuan pointed at the bed. “Sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep on the sofa! Don’t come out without my permission! If I catch you sneaking over again… I… I’ll…”
She trailed off, unable to come up with any real threat. She couldn’t really break her.
Qing looked at Lu Yuan, nodded, and then obediently curled up on the bed like a little dog.
A few minutes later, Lu Yuan collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted, covering her head with a blanket, and let out a despairing moan.
“Ah… spare me.”
***
At the same time, at the top of Cloud Capital Tower, a girl dressed in formal wear stood holding a violin, overlooking the neon-lit Yun Jing below, as if about to perform a grand concert.
“Yun Jing is truly beautiful.”
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