Qiu Wuji opened her mouth, then closed it again.
She realized she really didn't know Chu Ge well.
Not to mention anything else, she didn't even know Chu Ge's exact age, who was in his family, what he did before writing the book, or what his hobbies were.
She knew nothing.
But why should I know?
Do I really need to be on the same wavelength as you? Have you misunderstood something…?
Qiu Wuji felt a little frustrated, but ultimately didn't say it aloud, only saying, "I'm going back to my room."
Chu Ge watched her retreating figure, stroking his chin.
What did that attitude mean?
"Uh, wait a minute." Chu Ge caught up. "It's already late, shall we go out for dinner?"
Qiu Wuji stopped, turning his head with a hint of sarcasm. "I thought you were going to tell me to cook first."
Chu Ge shook his head. "So you don't understand me."
He turned and walked towards the door. "I don't deny that having you cook does fulfill certain desires, and I really like it... really, really like it. But you're not my maid. You just got back from a business trip, and you immediately have someone cook for you? What do you take me for?"
Qiu Wuji said, "Wait a minute, why are you walking so fast just to look imposing?"
Chu Ge: "?" This is quite the understanding...
Qiu Wuji slammed the door shut, rustling around for a while before finally changing into his office lady outfit. He said with a stern face, "Let's go."
Chu Ge's expression... Weird: "Your clothes haven't been washed."
Qiu Wuji said nonchalantly: "I used a cleaning spell."
"So filthy."
"Mind your own business?" Qiu Wuji sneered: "It's just one set, what can I do? Was the money I gave you enough? I want to buy a few more sets."
Chu Ge readily agreed: "Okay, we'll go buy them after we finish eating. Buy a few more of different types..."
Qiu Wuji glanced at him sideways: "What type? Cat ears? Maid?"
Chu Ge was astonished: "How did you know... oh, how did you know about these things?"
"I know now, short skirts, black stockings, it's clearly just some people's special fetishes, disgusting." Qiu Wuji sneered: "You lied to me and said it's normal!"
Chu Ge rolled his eyes, backing away step by step, quickly blocking the door.
A perfect "scared.jpg" emoji appeared: "Um... you brought the black stockings yourself." Qiu Wuji gritted his teeth for a while: "Get out of the way, what are you doing standing on the door like that?" Chu Ge was shoved aside, and Qiu Wuji strode out the door.
Chu Ge followed behind, sighing: "I shouldn't have let you surf the internet, you found out so quickly. It's strange how you can so accurately search for other people's 'XPs' (adjective preferences)."
Qiu Wuji's face flushed almost imperceptibly.
What accurate location? Watching videos on those crappy websites, people in the comments section all revealing their 'XPs,' he'd seen too much.
That really opened the door to a new world. Who would have thought there were such strange things in the world? Cat ears, a tail—that's one thing, I've seen people who like female monsters before, but how could someone like one before it even transforms into human form? "I've already started using it before it even transforms," what kind of people are these?!
The elevator arrived.
The two of them went inside without looking up. Qiu Wuji muttered, "You used my clothes for something shady, so I can't wear these anymore."
How can there be perverts in the world who like underwear?! What's the point?
"?" Chu Ge almost jumped up in the elevator. "When did I use your clothes for something shady?"
Qiu Wuji turned away, completely unconvinced.
Those stockings were all rolled up like hemp, and you're telling me you didn't?
"I really didn't!"
"Hmm, you didn't." Qiu Wuji was too lazy to argue with him and changed the subject. "Have you run into any trouble these past few days? The guy across the hall?"
"I... never mind." Chu Ge was also too lazy to argue about something that couldn't be explained. Besides, her attitude was weird. If she really did, wouldn't she beat me up?
"Huh…"
"I'm asking you a question!"
"Oh, no, she said she's moving out."
Qiu Wuji nodded slightly: "She's quite sensible."
"What, if she doesn't give a clear answer, have you figured out how to deal with her?"
"Threaten her if you need to, erase her memories if you need to. She hasn't offended us, but you said I'm a sect leader who can contend for supremacy, why should I care about this woman's sentimentality?" Qiu Wuji said calmly, "I listened to you on many things before because I thought you understood this world and your judgment was more accurate than mine, not because I had to listen to you."
Chu Ge sighed: "You seem much more assertive this time…"
To be precise, after watching that power struggle plot, her resentment intensified, and she wanted to assert her own identity more… Before, even beating someone up had a flirtatious feel to it, this change is too obvious.
Chu Ge understood, but didn't argue with her. This temporary mood swings would pass, just like her period.
He chuckled, "How about hot pot today?"
Qiu Wuji's expression shifted slightly: "In this sweltering heat..."
"With air conditioning, any weather can feel like spring." Chu Ge pulled her towards the hot pot restaurant: "We can make other dishes at home, but hot pot is something most families don't usually prepare. Let's give it a try."
Qiu Wuji looked at his hand holding hers, her eyes slightly lowered, but she remained silent.
She'd forgotten when he'd first pulled her hand like this, and what the scene was like.
She'd forgotten; she seemed to have been thinking about something else and hadn't noticed.
But this time she was paying attention, so why didn't she kick him away?
It seemed he didn't have any particular intentions. Would deliberately breaking free be too obvious...?
Before she could even process what was going on, the two of them were already inside the hot pot restaurant.
Looking at the dazzling array of dishes on the menu, Qiu Wuji was certain that she really wouldn't make this kind of thing at home.
There was just too much to eat...
...Night fell.
Moonshadow slowly entered the Miracle Nightclub, donned a ghost mask, and then meandered through a maze of doors to a hidden elevator.
The elevator led deep underground to an underground boxing arena.
That was her livelihood.
Fighting in underground boxing wasn't actually profitable; the arena took a cut, leaving her only with a share of the winnings. Her income was meager, and if she got injured, it wouldn't even cover the medical expenses.
But this was the only thing she could do.
Because she knew nothing else.
"Ding." The elevator doors opened, and the outside world's clamor rushed in.
Heavy metal music blared, and the stands around her were filled with ferocious, crazed faces, chanting wildly, "Moonshadow! Moonshadow! Tear them apart!"
Her win rate was too high; she had many supporters.
Some wanted her to lose a match, to give her more money.
But…
That would hurt.
Moonshadow slightly raised her head, looking towards the high platform to the side. There was a glass wall there, obscuring the figures behind it.
She knew what they looked like.
He was a slender man who appeared refined, with a cold light hidden behind his icy glasses.