Chapter 9: Why is the Female Lead Here?
Xie Qiang’s almond eyes widened in shock. Recovering herself, she hurriedly covered her eyes and took several steps back.
While she knew that some intimate physical contact was inevitable when a Guide purified a Sentinel, still…
This Guide sister was far too bold! She was actually purifying two Sentinels at the same time!
Patting her flushed cheeks, Xie Qiang forced herself to remain calm, preparing to return to her office to process what she had just seen.
Unexpectedly, as she turned around, her forehead collided with something hard.
“Ouch!”
Who was it this time! Using their sturdy pectoral muscles to run a “crash scam” on her!
Clutching her reddened forehead, Xie Qiang looked up. What met her eyes was a rebellious, handsome face framed by thick, long curly hair that was as dazzling as the red feathers of a Vermilion Bird.
He had his arms crossed over his chest, his bright golden pupils staring at her with utter disdain. “Xie Qiang, I thought you were perverted enough, but I didn’t think you could get even worse!”
On his shoulder, a chubby little red bird fluttered its wings, hopping as it chirped, “Pervert! Peeper! Shameless!”
Xie Qiang: !!!
Terrified, Xie Qiang quickly snatched the chubby little bird, covering its beak. “Shh! Don’t talk!” she whispered.
“Mmph, mmph! Let go of Nuo—”
The little bird struggled with all its might. Feeling like she was about to lose her grip, Xie Qiang hurriedly pulled open her white coat and stuffed the bird right against her chest.
In front of her, Hong Que’s massive frame shuddered. His eyes widened in disbelief. “Xie—Mmph!”
With quick hands and feet, Xie Qiang reached out and covered Hong Que’s mouth as well.
Before the fire in Hong Que’s eyes could erupt, she yanked her hand back and bolted.
She had to get away from this den of trouble!
Furious, Hong Que gave chase, wanting to reclaim his little bird. However, because he was so repulsed by the idea of touching Xie Qiang, his outstretched hands found nowhere to grab.
Damn it, why did she have to put his spiritual body in her che—put it there!
Gritting his teeth, Hong Que followed Xie Qiang and eventually entered her office.
Having reached the “safe zone,” Xie Qiang finally breathed a long sigh of relief and released the chubby little bird from her embrace.
As soon as the bird was free, it began hopping around and swearing, “Big meanie! Big pervert! Even taking advantage of Little Hong!”
Xie Qiang waved a small fist in a threatening gesture. “If you keep cursing at me, believe it or not, I’ll turn you into a roasted bird!”
Terrified, the little bird flew onto Hong Que’s shoulder, screaming its grievance at the top of its lungs, “Bad woman! Wants to eat Little Hong!”
Hong Que rubbed the bird’s head and looked at Xie Qiang with a face full of exasperation. “When did you become so childish? Why are you bullying Little Hong?”
Xie Qiang looked at Hong Que.
Unlike Mo Yin, whom she rarely saw, the original host and Hong Que were essentially childhood friends who grew up “playing” together.
Their relationship was as compatible as fire and water. Perhaps because cats were naturally fond of catching birds, the young original host frequently bullied Hong Que before he had awakened. She would either set his hair on fire or command him to kneel and act as her mount. This caused Hong Que to dodge her whenever he saw her; after his awakening, he had wasted no time in fleeing to the battlefield.
After the original host arrived at the Third War Zone, she wanted to continue bullying Hong Que, but he always avoided her. Feeling challenged, she began to bully Mo Yin, who shared a synesthetic bond with him.
This was the main reason Mo Yin had been locked in the water prison for so long.
Xie Qiang’s gaze involuntarily slid down to Hong Que’s chest.
Mo Yin had so many scars on his body; did Hong Que have them too?
Her gaze was direct and unblinking. Hong Que felt his scalp go numb under her stare, and he immediately covered his chest with his hands, swearing, “Xie Qiang! Aren’t you disgusting! Where are you looking!”
Why did he look like someone who had been harassed and was now acting out in anger?
Xie Qiang blinked, a bit confused. “I only looked at you once. I didn’t take your clothes off.”
“You actually want to take my clothes off—?!”
Hong Que screamed and roared, “You damn pervert! Why didn’t the assassin stab you to death last night—”
“Exactly.” Xie Qiang’s bright, clear eyes stared at him with an expression of total agreement. “Why wasn’t I kicked to death by you last night and drowned in the water prison while you were at it? What a shame!”
Hong Que’s fire was suddenly extinguished.
He scratched his head irritably. “I thought it was a dream.”
In reality, who would actually dare to kick her into the water? After all, she was a “distinguished” S-class Guide.
Xie Qiang said nothing, turning away to begin organizing the messy folders on her desk, ignoring Hong Que entirely.
Hong Que glanced at her, feeling a bit puzzled.
Why wasn’t she blowing up and cursing back?
In the past, she would have long ago pulled out her whip to lash him. Furthermore, she was acting very strange today—wearing a professional outfit, not appearing at all like the arrogant and domineering person she used to be.
“You…”
Just as Hong Que was about to ask something, he saw Xie Qiang pull out a purification form. She took a fountain pen from her breast pocket and wrote his name, stroke by stroke, in the [Sentinel Name] column.
Without lifting her head, she pointed to the chair beside her. “Sit.”
Hong Que couldn’t figure out what she was trying to do. He gave a mocking sneer. “Why should I listen to you?”
Xie Qiang looked up in confusion. “Aren’t you here for purification? Or do you prefer being purified while standing?”
She pondered for a moment, then gave him a look of tolerance. “I don’t understand, but I respect it.”
“You—” Hong Que was temporarily speechless with frustration. He clutched his hair and yelled, “I’m not here for purification! Who needs your purification anyway!”
“Then I must ask this shouting Sentinel to stop disturbing a Guide’s work.” Xie Qiang pointed toward the door and said crisply, “I have other Sentinels waiting to be purified.”
“Pfft! Did I hear that right?” Hong Que laughed so hard that the little bird on his shoulder wobbled. “Is there even a single Sentinel in this base willing to be purified by you? I doubt even a dog would come!”
The moment the words left his mouth, a knock sounded on the office door.
Sen Ji’s steady voice came from outside. “Xie Qiang, are you in?”
Xie Qiang gave a soft huff. “The dog is here.”
Hong Que: “…”
What was that spineless Sen coming here for!
He glared at the entering Sen Ji, making no attempt to hide his disdain. “Oh, look, the spineless Commander is here.”
Xie Qiang turned her head, looking at Hong Que in shock.
He was so bold!
Talking behind someone’s back right to their face!
Sen Ji was a bit surprised to see Hong Que here.
Why was he here? Wasn’t he on sick leave?
Could it be that Xie Qiang suddenly stopped the purification yesterday because she remembered she owed Hong Que as well, and rushed to purify him instead?
His brow twitched slightly, and a complicated look settled on Sen Ji as he looked at Xie Qiang.
Had she really changed?
“Commander Sen, why are you standing at the door? Come in.” Xie Qiang waved her hand and gave a warm, sweet smile.
Seeing that smile, Hong Que immediately gave her a horrified look.
What was the situation?
In the past, she was as disgusted by Sen Ji as one could be, wishing she could wipe him from her sight. But just now, she had smiled so sweetly at him?
What on earth happened while he was sick? Why was there such a massive change in Xie Qiang!
Seeing Xie Qiang wave, Sen Ji remembered his purpose. He composed himself and stepped aside from the doorway, as if making a path for someone.
Then, a woman walked in.
The woman had gentle features and a slender figure. Her simple yet elegant pure white dress made her appear as pure and gentle as a jasmine flower.
Her long, straight black hair fell down her back, and she tucked a stray strand behind her ear.
Looking at the three people in the room, her voice was as soft as a flowing spring. “Pardon the intrusion.”
Xie Qiang’s cat-like eyes instantly widened.
Why was the female lead here?
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