Good Morning, Miss Undercover

15

Kang Zixian's hand stood between me and the wall.

I bet he was afraid that the wall would get hurt.

I was stumped for words. Before I could sprout curses at him he has stretched his hand to place it on my forehead. Shortly after he frowned, "You're burning. Is it alright not visiting a hospital?"

I pushed away his hand and said annoyingly, "I don't need your insincere concern."

The failure to win an argument with this man wounded me. When you add the fact that he always appeared before me, yet another wound was stacked upon the old one. This only caused my already serious injury growing even more serious.

In order to survive, I decided to eat something to replenish my strength.

The struggle has lifted my spirit. I ignored him. If I could not beat him I would just ignore him. I walked to the couch and sat down to open the left-over porridge from yesterday. I sniffed. It seemed to be well. I decided to be ruthless to myself. Just eat it. There was nothing else available. Or perhaps I was to nibble on the rotten cactus?

I stirred the lumpy cold porridge in the bowl with knitted brows. I haven't even started eating yet my stomach has already begun to protest. Moreover, the door god[3] dressed in black who stood by the door still showed no intention of leaving.

I looked up and shouted, "Damn, what will make you leave?"

"I have nothing to do tonight."

What he meant was that he was bored. As a result, he has condescended to this place to kill some time by teasing the cockroaches.

I was so infuriated that the porridge appeared even less appetizing.

"If you're so free to go to Meise." I guided him patiently. I hoped I could calmly persuade this door god to leave.

"Meise is not as interesting as you." He replied with a convicted tone.

The anger made me grit my teeth. He, on the other side, nonchalantly walked over and started to push away not yet folded stack of washed clothes on the single-person couch. But when he saw the black lace bra that was under the stack of clothes he hesitated for a moment and then straightened his body and gave up. He directly went to sit down beside me, squeezing in a small couch together with me. He crossed his legs and folded his arms, looking up and down my dog house.

Scoundrel. Outrageous scoundrel. Even his handsome face that could charm women could not hide his perverted heart.

I turned my head to glare at this thick-skinned man. Recalling his strange behavior, an anxiety rose from the bottom of my heart, "I say, bro. I beg you. You mustn't take fancy to me. I still would like to live for another two more years."

"Uhm." He nodded solemnly. I just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when he turned his head to smile at me and said, "But you also know that I'm not a very kind person."

I shivered. Wall. Where was the wall? Hurry and show up to let me bang against you. I was as good as dead.

I fell into silence. Holding my head, I annoyingly grabbed my hair and decided that today I must wipe any evil intention he harbored towards me from his head. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to live a good life ever again.

I will make him give up willingly.

I tried hard to stress out, "I do a hostess job. A woman of windblown dust[4], do you understand? I have lips tasted by thousands of people, corrupting the masses. I'm not suitable for you."

His expression was serene. The corners of his sensual mouth curled up, "It doesn't matter. I'm not picky."

Holy cow! I have never before encountered such a cheap individual from a well-off family who had such a vulgar taste and cocky attitude. Could it be that his head was kicked by donkey but he did not recuperate well so now he was left with after-effect?