Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Duan Min froze in place for a long while, his expression stunned.
Everyone who had touched him before was no longer in this world, and she touched him and even fell into his arms… motionless?
Duan Min narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, raised his hand and pinched the back of her neck. The touch under his hand was warm and delicate. This was one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body.
As long as he exerted force, this person would die.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps echoing in the corridor gradually approached, and the two puppets that were summoned knelt in front of him.
Duan Min was silent for two seconds, holding her waist with one hand, and the other hand moving from her neck to her forehead. The temperature under his palm was a little high. Duan Min then lowered his eyes and looked at her face. Her face was flushed and her lips were pale.
He gave orders to the puppets: “Take her in and find a doctor.”
The two puppets carried out their orders respectively. Duan Min then returned to his room. He didn’t want to have any contact with the doctor they would bring later. Leaving the two puppets to watch over her was enough.
As he returned to the living room, he remembered that he had wanted her dead, but what had happened? He had even gone out of his way to rescue her.
Confusion and irritation, a chaotic tangle of emotions, washed over him once again. Duan Min sighed and walked into a laboratory. Inside, a large lab bench was filled with a variety of cold instruments. Behind the bench was a white laboratory bed.
Duan Min walked over to the bench, opened a drawer, and took out disposable black gloves. He put them on and then randomly selected a limb to remove the stitches.
A chill passed in his eyes, as if only the cold instruments could calm him.
Three hours later, he left the lab, removed his gloves, and discarded them in the trash, making his way back to the living room.
He stood there for a moment, suddenly unsure of what to do next. Then, for some unknown reason, he opened the door and walked to You Xu’s door.
Duan Min raised his hand, pointed at the door, and said softly, “Open it.”
The next moment, the door swung open, and a puppet knelt beside it.
Duan Min walked in and saw that her room was dominated by warm beige tones, with floral arrangements everywhere and warm yellow lighting, which made it simple and cozy.
He felt a little uncomfortable with such an environment, like a bat that had been hiding in a dark cave and was now placed in the sun, with nowhere to hide.
The puppets reported to him that You Xu had been diagnosed with a fever, and the doctor had given her an IV and some medicine and had just left.
Duan Min nodded and motioned for them to leave as well.
You Xu didn’t know how long she had slept, but she felt a sight in her drowsiness. So she opened her eyes with difficulty and saw Duan Min standing by the bed.
Duan Min lowered his eyes and stared at her with an unfriendly expression, then saw her pull the quilt down a little, revealing her pointed chin. She blinked and said in a muffled voice, “Thank you.”
Duan Min was stunned, his expression a little surprised, as if he had never been thanked by anyone before and was extremely uncomfortable.
He thus looked away, humming indifferently. But just as he turned to leave, he felt a slight tug on the hem of his sweatshirt.
Duan Min leaned to the side and looked down. A slender white hand formed a black-and-white visual contrast against his black sweatshirt.
He looked over again and saw her ask with sparkling eyes, “Would you like a midnight snack?”
Before Duan Min could reply, You Xu had already thrown back the covers and climbed out of bed. As she straightened up after touching her feet to the ground, her frail body swayed slightly.
She hurriedly held onto the bedside table to steady herself, not noticing Duan Min’s half-extended hand.
Duan Min silently withdrew his hand and suddenly asked, “Why are you suddenly sick?”
This time, it was You Xu’s turn to look surprised. Based on her observations of Duan Min during this period, she found that he was exactly like the leader of the “None of My Business” sect. He ignored everything that didn’t concern him, and him saying anything more seemed like a fairy tale. It was indeed a bit surprising that he asked about her now.
As she walked toward the kitchen, You Xu said, “I’ve been like this since I was a kid, getting a sudden fever in the middle of the night. But as I’ve gotten older, my health has improved, so it happens less often.”
She had always been like this, never expecting it to be the same after this transmigration. Last night, she suddenly ran a fever, so she took two fever-reducing pills, and dozed off the entire night. Only when she heard the incessant ringing of the doorbell did she weakly get up and open the door.
She hadn’t expected Duan Min to call a doctor for her and stay up until midnight, so she felt right to treat him to a late-night snack.
You Xu went to the kitchen, added water to a pot, and then turned on the heat to boil. She then opened the refrigerator and pulled out a box of dumplings wrapped in plastic wrap. These were the three-fresh dumplings she’d made yesterday afternoon and had intended to save for today, but now they were perfect for a late-night snack.
Mainly, she was exhausted and didn’t want to make too much of a fuss, so she had to let the boss eat the dumplings with her, hoping to make him something delicious later.
Duan Min leaned against the doorframe, silently, peering inside.
The water gurgled and began to boil, steam rising. The woman in a white cotton nightgown, her hair slightly dishevelled, lowered her eyes as she concentrated on placing the dumplings in her hands into the pot one by one. The white steam softened her features.
Duan Min didn’t know why he was watching, but he didn’t mind being there. He could smell the human presence.
The scene was beautiful, but what if it was just someone’s creation?
You Xu had no intention of paying attention to the complicated gaze behind her. She was starving. She hadn’t eaten all day, and now her stomach was empty and filled with only bitter water. Knowing Duan Min was standing behind her, she thought he hadn’t eaten dinner and was hungry waiting for a midnight snack, so she quickened her movements.
After a few minutes, the water boiled again, and the dumplings floated up. You Xu turned around and wanted to get a bowl from the cupboard to put the dumplings in, but Duan Min suddenly came close to her.
His cold aura was overwhelming, and You Xu subconsciously shrank back. But Duan Min kept approaching, bringing a sense of oppression. You Xu took a few steps back, leaning against the kitchen counter with no way to retreat. He then leaned down and looked her in the eye.
You Xu watched him approaching calmly, and he didn’t stop until she could see herself clearly in his eyes.
Duan Min opened his lips slightly and recited a difficult sentence. After the last word fell, he snapped his fingers, and You Xu’s eyes dimmed and lost her mind.
His tone was cold: “What is your purpose in approaching me?”
In addition to his extraordinary intelligence and sharpness, another reason why it was difficult for others to approach and trust him was that he could seduce people’s minds and manipulate them into saying what they were thinking.
Anyone in front of him would become transparent, and it would be best if they had no other thoughts from head to toe.
You Xu answered obediently, “You are good-looking.”
Duan Min paused, his expression full of disbelief, and he repeated hesitantly, “Good-looking?”
“Yes,” You Xu said mechanically, “You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”
Duan Min was silent for a long time, his eyes becoming more complicated, and ten thousand answers whizzed through his mind. He never expected that it would be this answer.
He was confident in his manipulation skills and there was no way he would make mistakes. So, was there really a kind of person in the world who treated others well just because they were good-looking?
Duan Min felt extremely complicated. This at least showed that she had no bad intentions, but what if she met someone better-looking in the future?
Forget it, what did her future have to do with him.
Duan Min took two steps back and snapped his fingers again.
In an instant, You Xu’s eyes lit up, then she touched her head, and said with a little confusion, “Huh? What was I trying to do just now?”
“Serve the dumplings,” Duan Min said, heading for the living room.
You Xu turned around, sighing with relief, and pulled two large bowls from the cupboard. She then mentally asked, “Why can’t he control me?”
The system explained, “Your body belongs to this world, but your consciousness doesn’t. So, he can control your body, but not your mind. Your body will obey his commands and respond, but your mind determines the response.”
And there was this bug. You Xu thought, if she had just blurted out, “I’m here to fu**ing kill you!” How horrifying, bloody, and terrifying it would be.
You Xu carried two large bowls of steaming dumplings to the dining table, set them down, and then straightened up to open the window.
She returned and sat across from Duan Min, her lips curved in a smile as she said, “Three-fresh dumplings, with pork, cabbage, black fungus, and dried shrimp.[1] I wonder if you have any dietary restrictions? If not, I’ll make you some noodles.” A cool evening breeze blew across the windowsill, the delicate fragrance of jasmine drifting in. The orange light of the room then cast a soft, luminous glow over her pretty face.
Hearing her soft voice, and seeing the simple dumplings before him, adorned only with a touch of scallions, he somehow felt a sinking sensation in his heart, a sense of tangible warmth.
There was a word for it: life.
It seemed to describe days with a touch of human presence.
There were no cold instruments, no dark rooms, and not the dead silence of a graveyard, yet it calmed him, even a little.
Duan Min’s long eyelashes covered his face as he spoke softly, “No.”
“Very good,” he said.
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