Chapter 563: Almost a Crime Scene

After the Golden Eagle Awards ended, Bai Liang didn't manage to keep gallivanting around outside either.

Because Nazha was in quite a hurry~

The moment the interview had just wrapped up, she pitifully clung to Bai Liang right away, saying she'd gotten a bit chilly from the wind and wanted to hurry back to the hotel to warm up.

That statement didn't show much respect for the season.

Is October in Star City really that cold?

Still, Bai Liang didn't play devil's advocate — he was just curious how she planned to warm up~

Because the phrase "warm up" was also a little secret code between the two of them.

Nazha was a bit afraid of the cold; every winter her hands and feet were icy, while in her eyes Bai Liang was like a little stove.

In that situation, heat transfer was naturally required.

To avoid pointless heat loss, the "embedded" mode of conduction was the one the two chose.

In Nazha's words, the effect was excellent — warm and reassuring.

But right now she seemed to still have a tampon in.

Earlier at the awards ceremony, Nazha had even given Bai Liang a little PSA on how convenient tampons were — from the outside you only saw a single cotton string, promoting an "inner elegance"~

Compared to tampons, panty liners were such an inconvenient thing.

"Want me to pull it out for you?" Back at the hotel, Bai Liang volunteered.

It wasn't that he was some pervert with a taste for it — Nazha had simply given him too much of an education, and gotten him curious.

And how many humans, seeing a "loose thread," wouldn't want to give it a tug?

Most people have a touch of OCD~

Unfortunately, this time Nazha didn't indulge Bai Liang — she refused quite firmly!

She even stood there primly with hands on her hips, wagging her finger: "No naughty stuff!"

Bai Liang:???

The Nazha saying this seemed to be a completely different person from the one in the car who'd nearly sucked the skin off his neck.

Just now in the car, Bai Liang had even worried she'd get so worked up she'd shoot the tampon right out.

Also in the car, she'd secretly let him peek at the string — otherwise Bai Liang wouldn't have made such an "outrageous request."

And yet the moment they got back to the hotel she suddenly got all proper?

Nazha said nothing, only telling him to "wait a moment."

When the child is quiet, she's definitely up to something.

After quietly tinkering away in the bathroom for nearly an hour, Nazha finally came out.

Hair wrapped up, body wrapped in a bath towel.

But the way that bath towel was wrapped was quite "scheming" — most of her was left exposed.

But after recalling her own purpose, Nazha's brief happiness gave way to a slight pout — she really was in high spirits and wanted to do something fun with her little baby.

She just wanted to bump uglies — what was her crime?

But Bai Liang had to go on about the risk of gynecological disease.

That was a lie.

There was indeed a risk, but if you truly threw caution to the wind and went ahead anyway, with Bai Liang's luck, even a ninety-percent risk could be brought down to zero.

Of course, he wasn't saying he found it disgusting or unhygienic.

It was purely because Nazha was a bit hot-headed right now, so she didn't care, but once she'd had her fun and started thinking with her little brain, she'd worry that Bai Liang didn't care about her health.

This move wasn't just for her physical health — it was also for the young Miss's mental health.

But then again.

Nazha actually had plenty of ideas of her own.

"Then let me give you a check~ I'm not lying to you!"

"A check? How?"

He soon found out how — very simple, just pry it open.

"Ah, cold! Little baby, what are you touching me with?"

"The trophy."

"That can't be right — shouldn't it be warm? The trophy?"

Nazha, who'd had her eyes shut out of embarrassment, glanced down and found that her naughty little baby really was holding the Golden Eagle trophy in his hand.

That left her utterly speechless; she quickly snatched it away and set it aside. "You're the worst — don't get it dirty."

"Didn't you say it was clean?"

That left Nazha momentarily tongue-tied — well, it was only temporarily clean; she didn't know how long it would last, since this sort of thing couldn't really be controlled.

When the time came, giving the trophy a "blood-bond recognition" like in a fantasy novel wouldn't be out of the question.

The trophy was meant to be given to her anyway, so a blood-bond recognition was only fitting.

After those random thoughts flashed through her head, Nazha couldn't answer at all.

——

The next morning, for once Bai Liang did leave earlier than the young Miss.

Because having just won the Golden Eagle Best Actor, he had to go serve as a mentor for the other actors.

For him this was also a pretty fresh gig, so his motivation was plenty high.

Nazha, meanwhile, slept straight through until nearly ten o'clock and only woke up when her assistant came over to help her pack.

"Sis."

"Huh? What's up?"

The assistant girl hemmed and hawed, her eyes drifting toward the bed in the bedroom — the red spots on the white sheets were truly impossible to miss.

Na Zha followed the other's gaze, and her face turned red!

"Um... I forgot to put on a pad last night. It's nothing."

"Sis, is it really yours? These marks look almost like they were sprayed on..." The assistant girl thought to herself that if there'd been any more, it would've looked just like a murder scene.

And with Bai Liang not around either, she really had to wonder whether her own Sister Na Zha had, out of twisted love, secretly killed Dou Xiao Bai last night!

It wasn't impossible!

There are so many yandere types these days~

And given Bai Liang's style, whether he died in some extreme sport or died in bed from a love affair gone wrong, either was entirely possible.

Right now she just buried her head in her breakfast in silence, completely unaware that her assistant had recently been binge-watching Mist Theater and had somehow connected it all to a goddamn homicide case.

No way to explain, no way to explain — how would she know she was that intense last night? After all, there wasn't anything to help block things off.

And while she was burying her head in her breakfast, the assistant girl quietly went to check things out.