"Come inside! It's chilly out here," Ling Chenyue said, gently taking Xing Yuan's hand and warming her cool fingers with her own.
Xing Yuan remained silent, minimizing her presence as much as possible, and followed Ling Chenyue into the room.
After the door was closed, Xing Yuan curved her lips and then pinned Ling Chenyue against the wall, kissing her.
Ling Chenyue was stunned for a moment, but quickly responded.
While Xing Yuan was contemplating whether to continue feigning weakness, she took the initiative and pinned Ling Chenyue against the wall.
Xing Yuan, still concerned about destroying evidence, used a clever move to push her onto the bed and guided her to bite her.
Ling Chenyue's emotions had already been stirred, so she was very cooperative. After ensuring that all evidence was destroyed, Xing Yuan unreservedly bit back.
A night of debauchery!
Exhausted, the two leaned against each other, their dispositions equally languid.
Ling Chenyue woke up a little earlier. As she played with Xing Yuan's hair, she suddenly smelled a familiar scent, very much like the odor she had encountered at Wang Yu Bei's death scene.
Following the scent, she finally discovered that the smell seemed to be coming from Xing Yuan.
Xing Yuan had a natural body fragrance, but it was very faint. She was used to it and didn't notice it herself, and no one had ever been as intimate with her as Ling Chenyue, so no one had ever told her about it.
Ling Chenyue's heart trembled slightly, then she steadied her emotions, telling herself: It can't be hers. It might be perfume. Isn't it normal for the same perfume to smell the same?
With a complex feeling, she went to cook. After Xing Yuan woke up, she casually asked, "What perfume are you wearing? It smells quite nice."
"Ah?" Xing Yuan blinked in confusion and instinctively told the truth, "I don't wear perfume! That stuff doesn't smell good."
"Do I have a scent on me? I showered last night!" Xing Yuan dejectedly sniffed herself but couldn't detect any particular smell. She looked at Ling Chenyue with a hint of confusion.
"It's nothing, maybe I smelled it wrong," Ling Chenyue said with a dry laugh, masking her inner turmoil.
It couldn't be hers. She was so gentle. Even if it was a natural body fragrance, with so many people in the world, it was inevitable for there to be duplicates. How could she suspect her lover based on this?
But her appearance was so sudden! And she knew many things she shouldn't.
Although her heart told her she shouldn't doubt her lover, her rational mind as a soldier kept reminding her of Xing Yuan's suspicious points. She hadn't doubted her before, she just didn't want to think too much about it.
But when the opportunity to think too much arrived, she couldn't help but panic.
What if, what if it really was her?
"What's wrong?" Xing Yuan, unaware of anything, asked Ling Chenyue, who had been lost in thought for a long time.
"Nothing, it's nothing," Ling Chenyue replied calmly. "I was just thinking about some work-related matters, and it's a bit troublesome."
"Oh, work is important. Sister, you also need to rest. It's good to balance work and rest," Xing Yuan said obediently.
"Mhm," Ling Chenyue nodded. After a few bites, she excused herself, claiming she had something to do, and left.
Xing Yuan didn't notice anything amiss. Once she relaxed, her body entered a state of lethargy, and she didn't notice any minor anomalies.
However, from this day on, Xing Yuan noticed that her sister seemed to be avoiding her. Unless she actively sought her out, she would rarely appear before her.
Moreover, she discovered that someone was secretly following her.
Xing Yuan was always perceptive and had many ways to create accidents to shake off pursuers, but she didn't do so.
Because she was unsure who had sent this person, and she had a vague suspicion in her heart, but she wasn't certain, nor did she dare to be.
She simply staged a car accident. While the person was in the hospital, she had Ming interrogate them.
They also had gentler interrogation methods. Hypnosis could be very effective when a person was injured and their mental state was relatively fragile.
When the results came back, Xing Yuan was stunned for a long time.
No one knew what she was thinking during her stunned silence. All that was known was that when she spoke again, her eyes and tone were steady, as if she had silently made up her mind.
"Ming! You are no longer needed here. You should go back! They might need you more over there," Xing Yuan said calmly.
"But, I want to follow you. We all want to follow you," Ming pleaded earnestly.
Xing Yuan calmly shook her head, concealing the complex emotions in her eyes.
"What do you want to follow me for? What can you do by following me besides running errands? Wang is dead, and soon someone else will be sent from over there to take over his mission. Moreover, they are constantly improving, so you can't fall behind!"
"Boss also taught us some things, things they can't teach," Ming insisted.
"I can't teach you either," Xing Yuan said indifferently. "What I teach you is merely my own experience over the years! And to truly apply them, you still need practical experience and to comprehend the specific methods yourself."
"Boss!" Ming became agitated.
"If you still recognize me as your boss, then do as I say! As your boss, I have one last task for you."
Xing Yuan slightly furrowed her brows, a cruel curve appearing on her lips. "They, need not live anymore."
"Yes!" Ming bowed his head and accepted the mission. He gave Xing Yuan a deep look before turning and leaving.
Xing Yuan lightly tapped the table, contemplating her next move. Those things were indeed done by her, that was undeniable. But based on mere speculation, it wasn't enough to draw a gun on her.
On the night Ming acted, Xing Yuan booked a candlelit dinner at a restaurant and invited Ling Chenyue.
Ling Chenyue had no reason to refuse, either rationally or emotionally. However, this time, she clearly sensed a distance from Xing Yuan.
She had invited Ling Chenyue out, but she didn't initiate conversation. She just ate silently, as if she had come solely for the meal.
"You... you seem a bit strange today. Are you feeling unwell?" Ling Chenyue asked tentatively, her eyes full of concern.
"No," Xing Yuan shook her head and elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin.
Then she asked softly, "Sister, do you want to separate from me?"
"Hm? Who said that?" Ling Chenyue's eyes widened in surprise, but her expression was somewhat flustered.
Her fingers nervously twisted together. Although she had suspected Xing Yuan during this time, she had never considered separating from her.
And even if she were the killer, Ling Chenyue believed she must have her reasons, and she was willing to face the final outcome with her.