Chapter 5: I'm Doing a Good Deed

Clearly she was doing a good deed, yet inexplicably she felt a bit guilty.

"What do I have to feel guilty about! I still need to treat his wound. Right, right, treating the wound is important."

If there's anything else you want to do, do it later.

Ye Xi'an stood up and searched the room, but couldn't find a single tool for treating wounds, not even a piece of cloth.

"By the way, I seem to be Space System, so are things all in there?"

Ye Xi'an closed her eyes, carefully felt her body, and easily discovered the difference between this body and her original one.

Her mental power is very weak, and her space is also very small.

There's nothing in the space, just like a decoration.

Ye Xi'an's mouth twitched; the Original Owner was truly wasting a treasure. If she had this space, she would definitely stockpile instant noodles and rice, so she could stay indoors forever and avoid terrifying humans.

The space is hopeless; she can only turn her attention to Bao Jing's shirt.

That shirt is full of holes and stained with blood; it definitely can't be worn.

Ye Xi'an completely removed the shirt from Bao Jing's body, tore it into strips, soaked them in the water vat at the door, and gently wiped the blood stains off Bao Jing's body.

After finishing everything, Ye Xi'an's eyes were so heavy she could barely keep them open.

She has a habit: at midnight she becomes extremely sleepy; if she falls fully asleep, even if a gun went off beside her ear, she wouldn't hear it.

Therefore, on Diqiu, she must always carry a watch; before midnight she must find a safe place to fall into a deep sleep.

Here there are no clocks, time is vague, and it's easy to lose track of it.

Ye Xi'an silently thought "oh no," just as she tried to get up, her eyelids flicked and she collapsed, barely holding onto a sliver of consciousness to keep from falling onto Bao Jing.

The next morning, sunlight struggled to shine into the house.

The two on the bed slept entwined; Ye Xi'an still held the posture from when she collapsed the night before, half-leaning against Bao Jing's side, her head buried in the male's bare chest, while the male, instinctively seeking warmth, naturally embraced the soft female in his arms.

A broad palm slipped from under the hem of her clothing and casually gripped Ye Xi'an's waist, unconsciously wriggling.

The female's waist was soft and slender, like sweet cotton candy, making him reluctant to let go, but as his consciousness returned, he suddenly realized who was in his arms.

Besides Ye Xi'an, that venomous female, he couldn't think of any other possibility.

Instantly, a wave of nausea surged; he jerked his hand, shoved the person in his arms away, then doubled over at the bedside and vomited.

Halfway through vomiting, he realized he wasn't wearing any clothes.

He panickedly touched his naked body, then covered his lower part; last night, he and Ye Xi'an wouldn't

Thinking of that possibility, Bao Jing felt utterly awful.

His eyes turned scarlet; he swung his legs off the bed, grabbed the still-sleeping Ye Xi'an by the neck—her neck slender and soft—he could kill her without even exerting force.

The sleeping female furrowed her brows in discomfort, but couldn't wake up.

Just as Bao Jing was about to exert force, a glance caught sight of the steamed bun on the bedside table, already cold.

His pupils constricted sharply, thinking this bun couldn't possibly have been left for him by Ye Xi'an.

Otherwise, that selfish female would have eaten the bun already.

Bao Jing hesitated a moment; Ye Xi'an finally woke, she groggily rubbed her slightly sore eyes, her voice soft and milky like a kitten's, a bit muffled: "Huh? You're awake."

"Why did you pick me up?"

Bao Jing: ". Is this called holding?"

He was clearly choking her neck, intending to kill her!

Bao Jing shoved Ye Xi'an away, temporarily dispelling the murderous thought: "What did you do to me last night?"

As long as she dares say they mated, he will definitely kill her.

Ye Xi'an rubbed her neck, looking at Bao Jing's anger, somewhat bewildered: "You wouldn't think we mated last night, would you?"

"Or isn't it?"

Ye Xi'an thought for two seconds, feeling shy about the idea in her mind; two blushes rose on her face, she lowered her head and spoke in the most coquettish tone: "When you're asleep, do you still get hard?"

"You! You"

Bao Jing stammered for a while but couldn't get out the rest of the sentence.

Flushed from Ye Xi'an's blunt words, although he'd been married two months, he had just come of age and still had no sexual experience.

How would he know whether he gets hard while asleep?

Ye Xi'an seemingly also noticed Bao Jing's embarrassment, with an apologetic look: "Sorry, I didn't realize you originally didn't know you can't get hard while asleep."

"Who says I don't know!"

Although Ye Xi'an's apology was sincere, Bao Jing inexplicably felt she was mocking him.

Know that a male's most inviolable thing is his virility!

Bao Jing grew angry; Ye Xi'an shrank her neck and immediately apologized: "Okay, okay, you know you won't get hard, I was just talking nonsense."

Bao Jing: ". Why is he so angry?"

Ye Xi'an placed the steamed bun from the bedside into Bao Jing's hand, then stepped back two paces: "You're not hungry, hurry up and eat."

Bao Jing silently gazed at Ye Xi'an, her thin red lips slightly parted: "Why?"

"What why?"

"Why didn't you eat the bun yourself and leave it for me to eat?"

Ye Xi'an pressed her lips: "Aren't you my husband? It's normal to leave it for you to eat."

Actually Ye Xi'an was thinking, hurry up and eat, then after eating quickly tell her what this world is really like.

She didn't want to keep living in this dilapidated place; the first step for someone with social anxiety is to have a cozy, safe little nest.

But it's obvious this place is dangerous; all sorts of strange people can just come in.

Even less comfortable, everywhere drafts, the blankets are also damp.

Bao Jing snorted coldly: "Now you realize I'm your husband."

He didn't want to know what nonsense Ye Xi'an was up to today, but he wouldn't turn down free baozi—he'd rather die than become a starving ghost.

After eating the baozi, the atmosphere between them eased considerably. Bao Jing said softly, "Where's my shirt?"

"I saw it was ruined, so I tore it to help bandage your wound."

Bao Jing stared wide-eyed at the white cloth strips on his body, suddenly flew into a rage, slammed his fist hard into the ground, veins bulging on his forehead: "This is my last piece of clothing! What are you supposed to wear when you send me out to work?"

Ye Xi'an was startled by Bao Jing's outburst: "Your clothes are ruined like that—how can you even wear them?"

"That's still better than going naked!"

Ye Xi'an felt a bit wronged; she tore the clothes only to help bandage his wound, didn't she?

"When I have money, I'll buy you one, okay?"

"Buy?" Ye Xi'an's words made Bao Jing laugh in exasperation.

And she still talks about buying him clothes—if she didn't sell him off, that would already be pretty good!

After their savings ran out, Ye Xi'an still refused to move to the Slum, forcing them to sell their own clothes.

Those clothes may not be worth much, but they're definitely not cheap goods.

After selling the clothes, they sold the shoes; after selling the shoes, they sold the accessories.

When there was nothing left to sell, she even considered selling the few of them to raise money.

(End of chapter)