"Nothing strange?"

Saturday, night, Yan Huan's rented apartment.

Ever since An Le frequently came to Yan Huan's rented apartment, it has become more lively day by day.

Many of An Le's daily items have appeared, neatly and orderly arranged with Yan Huan's belongings by An Le's skillful hands.

It's as if they were originally part of this home, rather than added later.

Tonight, Tongyao Tavern operated until almost ten o'clock. Now, after Yan Huan returned home and showered, it's nearly eleven yet still bustling.

In the living room, Meow Sauce and Little Thumb were sitting on the coffee table watching online TV, apparently a Dragon Country drama with rave reviews, engrossed in it nonetheless.

Meanwhile, not far away, Yan Huan was shirtless in the living room, in a plank position on a yoga mat.

Behind him, An Le, in a loose floral nightgown, was kneeling on his back, reading messages from Tong Yingying on his phone.

"Hmm, the sister named 'Nara' said she didn't notice anything weird. Oh, except for one thing...

"Recently, Vice President Sakuragi seems to be locking her room door when sleeping at night. There were a few days when Miss Nara tried to wake her up, but the door was locked."

Lock the door at night?

Well, if Sakuragi intends to hunt down another Sakuragi, she might only do it at night.

Yan Huan displayed a thoughtful expression and glanced back at An Le.

Seeing him, An Le tilted her head. Without the restraint of a bra strap, the shoulder strap of her floral dress slid easily off her shoulder, revealing large patches of fair skin.

She thought Yan Huan was tired of doing push-ups, so she gently leaned down, her body closely lying on Yan Huan's back.

The warmth and softness of her entire back, alongside strands of her black hair, slid down together.

By the time Yan Huan realized it, An Le was already breathily close to his cheek, reaching hand across his back to circle around his collarbone, softly saying,

"Want to take a break, Xiao Huan? You've already done thirty."

Yan Huan swallowed saliva, trying hard to keep his senses, turned his head and hoarsely said,

"I'll do a few more..."

"Wow, Xiao Huan is amazing~"

Seeing Yan Huan still had energy, An Le's adoring eyes curved into smiles, and she leaned in to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"..."

Yan Huan's cheek burned from her kiss; his arm muscles tightened as if injected with adrenaline, lowering and raising with An Le on his back.

For each push-up he did, An Le would lightly clap and sweetly encourage by his ear,

"Go, Xiao Huan~"

"Go, go~"

After two or three more, Yan Huan couldn't hold it anymore, complexion turned dark and rolled over.

An Le on his back was instantly caught by his waist, pressed down on the yoga mat, with black hair sprawling everywhere, she whimpered half-open eyes,

"Ah..."

Not knowing whether it was from pain or...

Anyway, after a soft cry, her pair of delicate hands slightly gathered her fingers, offering no resistance, placing them next to her head.

Her gaze lingered on Yan Huan like a small animal waiting for mischief, with skin that could be pinched for water with a gentle touch.

"Wha... what are you doing, Xiao Huan?"

"..."

Yan Huan cast a glance at the innocent-looking An Le beneath him, unsure if she was causing trouble, and found he was helpless.

Recently, the lights-off time for this home has been getting earlier.

All thanks to An Le!

"Nothing much, just suddenly remembered I have a reward this week I haven't collected."

Yan Huan wasn't ready to rest so early, so he awkwardly looked away, offering an explanation.

"Oh...but what is that reward?"

Beneath, An Le blinked, showing no frustration, gently inquiring.

"Hmm, about my modifier."

To be precise, the Demon Shop's weekly free reward hasn't been collected yet.

Tomorrow, after Sunday, is the weekly draw.

"Right, Xiao Huan has a modifier too. I've always forgotten about that."

Hearing Yan Huan's mention, An Le showed a suddenly enlightened expression.

From afar, Little Thumb, overhearing the conversation, looked over, seemingly very interested in his modifier.

"No worries, it hasn't really got any presence anyway..."

Yan Huan's mouth twitched slightly, summoning the Demon Shop with a thought.

An odd wave began pulsing through Yan Huan, but before entering the Demon Shop, a stifled laugh came from behind,

"Pfft!"

Yan Huan and An Le both paused, turned back and saw Little Thumb turn its head, pretending not to have seen anything as it returned to watching TV.

Yet, under their gaze, its snake body shook more and more, struggling not to laugh.

In the next second, it finally gave up, lying on the coffee table, laughing,

"Hahahahaha! I'm dying of laughter! What a junk modifier? Hahahaha!!"

"..."

Yan Huan's face darkened, thinking you might want some red beans.

"Aye... If I weren't bound only to women with luck, I'd let you try out a real modifier, what kind of hard life have you been living?"

"..."

Don't mention it, sometimes sympathy from an enemy makes you feel even more pitiful.

At this moment, although Yan Huan still looked displeased, his fierce eyes no longer turned to Little Thumb but rather to the black fat cat showing a guilty expression.

"Meow?!"

Feeling Yan Huan's gaze, Meow Sauce fiercely raised its paw, smacking Little Thumb's forehead.