Chapter 3 – Enemy, Yet Lovers (3)

Back home, just as Xin Ling carried the things upstairs, before she could even lie down, Ouyang Shaojing called her out again.

“Where are the things I told you to buy?”

“Aren’t they inside the bag?”

Xin Ling blinked in puzzlement, suspecting he was deliberately finding fault just to make things hard for her.

“What bag? Look at what you actually bought.”

A thin layer of anger clouded the man’s face as he lifted the bag and dumped everything out.

Large and small packets of snacks spilled across the floor, yet until the last item fell out, Xin Ling never saw that familiar little blue box.

Where is it???

She clearly bought it…

This is insane!

Could she have mistaken it for a candy box and thrown it into her snack bag?

Impossible, she hadn’t bought any blue candy boxes…

Still lost in her thoughts, Xin Ling’s dazed expression made Ouyang Shaojing assume he had hit her sore spot and caught her red-handed.

“Elder sister, even if you like Master so much, and don’t want me to be with him, you can’t lie to Master like this…”

A sweet, clear voice tugged Xin Ling back to her senses.

It was the female lead.

“But I really did buy it…” Xin Ling bit her lip, lowering her eyes pitifully. “I wouldn’t lie to Ajing.”

“Then if you bought it, where is it?”

Ouyang Shaojing pressed her further, then wrapped his arm around Tang Yue’s waist, deliberately flaunting as he sat on the sofa in front of Xin Ling.

“I think you didn’t buy it on purpose, just to stop me and Ayue from using it!”

“Xin Ling, you’re really too petty!”

“…”

Xin Ling sincerely believed that Ouyang Shaojing could drive without protection.

But what she thought didn’t matter—what mattered was whether Ouyang Shaojing thought the same.

Where had the little blue box of ‘003’ gone?

Just as Xin Ling was about to be forced out to buy another one, the doorbell rang.

“At this hour, who could it be knocking?”

Tang Yue glanced questioningly at Ouyang Shaojing. Both of them remained seated on the sofa, making it clear they had no intention of answering.

Ouyang Shaojing ordered Xin Ling, “Go open the door and see who’s knocking.”

“…”

Fine, she’d go.

The door opened slowly, and a tall figure stood with his back to the corridor light, casting a shadow that nearly enveloped Xin Ling.

Xin Ling looked up—and froze for a few seconds.

He seemed familiar…

“I saw something dropped at the door. Is this yours?” the man asked, his voice calm as he handed something over.

The sound was pleasant, and vaguely familiar…

Xin Ling’s eyes fell to the object in his long, beautiful hand—a small blue box. The scene was so similar, it lit up her mind.

It was him!

“Yes, yes, that’s mine.”

Xin Ling smiled at him. “Thank you, you’ve helped me again. You’re such a good person!”

This time, the boy wasn’t wearing a baseball cap like in the convenience store. With just a slight lift of her gaze, Xin Ling could clearly see his entire face.

And it was a face as beautiful as those hands.

Messy dark hair lay beneath the hood of his sweatshirt, strands falling across his forehead. Beneath them were pale, glass-like eyes, lashes long and thick, strikingly beautiful.

His nose was high, lips pale pink, skin flawless and white, his features so delicate they didn’t seem real.

Even though Xin Ling no longer had her angel’s most important wings, she could still sense his aura—this man before her was indeed human.

“You’re welcome,” the young man smiled faintly. “I didn’t expect it would be such a coincidence.”

Xin Ling was just about to bid him goodbye when his voice came again: “Do you live here? Alone? Or with your boyfriend?”

The girl first nodded, then shook her head.

“I live here.”

So, she had no boyfriend.

But she liked that man…

Realizing this, Cen Yuyan lifted his gaze, his eyes locking onto the half-open door as if his sight could pierce through, straight into the room where that loathsome figure sat.

“And you?”

After answering, Xin Ling asked back.

At that moment, Ouyang Shaojing, inside the room, felt a strange chill, as if someone were spying on him. The unease crept across his back.

He suddenly raised his head, casting an impatient glance at the doorway. “Xin Ling, is the person still there? Why are you still standing around?”

Ouyang faintly heard a man’s voice outside. Didn’t she like him?

Why was she chatting with another man?

“Then I…”

Before Xin Ling could finish telling him to leave, the young man cut in, “I live right across the hall. You can come by sometime.”

“Oh, and my name is Cen Yuyan.”

“Mm, I know. I’m Xin Ling.”

Even if she didn’t say it, he already knew.

The girl’s delicate brows lifted slightly, and she gave him an apologetic smile. “I won’t keep you—it’s late. I’ll head inside, you should rest too.”

She figured he must’ve just gotten off work—otherwise, how could he have found the item she dropped right at her door?

Honestly, it was quite embarrassing, having a stranger pick up her condoms twice.

And both times, the same box.

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Depressed, Xin Ling thought about how the little blue box felt like a scalding hot potato in her hand, and she was already itching to toss it to Ouyang Shaojing.

What she didn’t notice was that, as she closed the door, Cen Yuyan still hadn’t left.

His eyes fixed on her back, sliding downward until they stopped at her shoulder blades, stained with blood.

The pale fabric of her clothes was spotted with crimson, starkly obvious. Unless Ouyang Shaojing was blind, he couldn’t possibly not see it.

She was clearly injured—so why was that man still tormenting her?!

Cen Yuyan’s fists clenched involuntarily, his eyes darkening as his gaze locked on the man sitting inside.

But at that instant, Tang Yue noticed something strange.

“It feels like… something’s here…”

“What?” Ouyang Shaojing asked, trying to suppress his unease.

Bang—

Just then, Xin Ling shut the door. Turning back, she noticed the two of them in tense, inexplicable alertness.

“Gone again…”

Tang Yue lifted her eyes toward Ouyang Shaojing. What she had sensed had lasted only a moment, and once the door closed, it was gone.

“Mm. As long as it’s nothing.”