Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

Around the stone monument, circles of lights lit up, like igniting the fire of hope for mankind. Thousands of years ago, our ancestors fought bloody battles here.

"Is the third singularity smaller than here?" Song Qiao asked softly.

"Yes, the area is small, but because of modern construction technology, the number of residents is not too small." Ye Ziqing replied.

Wind blew from time to time high in the sky. Song Qiao suddenly let go of her hand around Ye Ziqing's neck and stood firmly in the air. It seemed that Ye Ziqing protected her very well.

Her eyes were full of smiles, and she held Ye Ziqing's face with both hands. "It would be great if there was a moon. Kissing under the moon would be super romantic."

Ye Ziqing said nothing.

Song Qiao couldn't help but rub her face. Who in this world could rub Ye Ziqing's face? Neither her parents can! But Song Qiao did it. Not only did she rub it, she also said excitedly while rubbing it: "Ahhh! You are so cute! Baby!!!"

Baby? What the hell is it called? Ye Ziqing's brows furrowed, "Are you..." Before he could say the word "sick in the brain," Ye Ziqing turned his head and looked down sharply.

Song Qiao also looked with her, looking through the darkness, he saw one of the windows in the inner ring room below was wide open, and a woman in a long skirt was standing by the window, looking up at them.

What a white lotus, Song Qiao sighed in his heart. The woman has a gentle appearance. Although she is beautiful, she does not give people a sense of distance. She is like Guanyin in the temple. She is holding a string of black beads in her hand and her expression is neither sad nor happy, even if she is being caught and peeked at by others.

Looking at each other for a moment, the woman calmly closed the window.

Ye Ziqing withdrew his gaze and led Song Qiao away from the stone monument.

"Who was that woman just now?" Song Qiao asked after returning to the room.

"The master of the Louvre, Luo Fusheng."

"What a strange name." The Louvre, according to Dana's survey, although its strength is T1, its danger level is ranked T0.

"Every head of the Louvre is named Luo Fusheng." Ye Ziqing explained.

When Song Qiao heard this, he tapped his fingertips on the table, "He is also from China, can he be a friend?"

Ye Ziqing looked confused, "Maybe, who knows." It seemed that she was not very reassured about Master Luo, and was very wary.

After discussing these things, Song Qiao clapped her hands and smiled tenderly at Ye Ziqing, "Go wash up and go to bed. You go first, I go first or we go together."

"You go first." Already numb to Song Qiao's tricks, Ye Ziqing didn't answer.

"I love taking a bath~so many bubbles~" Song Qiao sang loudly in the bathroom.

Outside the door, Ling Xiao handed the red wine to Ye Ziqing with a dark face, and naturally heard Song Qiao's singing. "Is she crazy about being in bed with you?"

"Yes." Ye Ziqing responded lightly, put away the red wine, and chased the people away. "you can go now."

"I'm going to be so cold and heartless? Why don't you invite me in and pour me a glass of wine? This is my wine!" Ling Xiao's eyes widened.

Click, the door closes.

Clenching his fists, Ling Xiao rolled his eyes, "I curse your x life to never be harmonious!"

Click... The floor tiles under her feet cracked twice, and Ling Xiao's face turned green. "Fuck! Are you serious!! Ye Ziqing!!" She jumped two meters away in fright.

The crack spread and chased her, and Ling Xiao could only run away quickly towards the director's room to seek protection.

When Song Qiao came out of the shower, he saw a bottle of red wine and a wine glass on the table.

"Huh? Did you deliver it so quickly?"

Ye Ziqing held her pajamas and passed by her, "Drink less to help you sleep."

"Don't worry, there will be big events tomorrow." Song Qiao waved his hand.

When Ye Ziqing came out of the bathroom, he saw that the bottle of red wine had completely disappeared. There was only one last glass left in the wine glass in Song Qiao's hand, and she was staring at the glass of wine in a daze.

To be honest, Ye Ziqing felt that he was not even that good-tempered towards his grandfather.

She walked slowly to Song Qiao and looked at her with a cold face. Song Qiao sat on the edge of the bed, looked up, and explained: "I'm not drunk, and I didn't drink too much. This amount of wine is nothing to me."

She is indeed very conscious, both in her words and in her eyes.

This made Ye Ziqing even more displeased. She didn't notice that Song Qiao used her internal energy to relieve the hangover. This body couldn't get drunk, which only meant that she had a high alcohol tolerance. She once drank too much, so she could drink a bottle of red wine without even blushing. That was Song Qiao's miserable past that she had never been involved in or seen.

Taking the wine glass from Song Qiao's hand, Ye Ziqing raised his head and drank it in one gulp. With her throat twitching slightly and the drink in her stomach, Song Qiao looked at Ye Ziqing's raised neck. There was no desire in her eyes, only a bottomless feeling of mixed love and possession.

Compared to beer, red wine was acceptable. After finishing the drink, Ye Ziqing threw the cup back on the table with extremely exquisite control.

She met Song Qiao's eyes and said, "Go to sleep."

Song Qiao waved to her, Ye Ziqing leaned forward, and the corner of his mouth was lightly brushed by Song Qiao's index finger. The next second, she saw Song Qiao put his index finger into her mouth, "Does it taste good?"

What she wiped away were the remaining wine stains.

Ye Ziqing was silent. After getting into bed, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. "You can really sleep now, and don't mess with me."

Song Qiao raised his eyebrows and lay down side by side with her. A breath hit the switch, the lights went out, and the room fell into darkness.

"I have a question to ask you." Song Qiao said.

"I don't want to say it." Ye Ziqing felt that Song Qiao's words were just a trick, and she had suffered losses many times.

"About strength."

"Then ask."

In the darkness, Song Qiao turned sideways and looked at Ye Ziqing's side face, "Are you 0 or 1?"

Ye Ziqing instantly understood whether Song Qiao was asking whether she was T0 or T1, but...why did it feel weird?

"I am...0..." Ye Ziqing hesitated for a moment and answered slowly.

Song Qiao bit her lip, and it was very hard to hold back her laughter. It took her a long time to hold it back, and coughed lightly, "Well, I know, it's really super strong. I'm 1."

Her voice was uncontrollable, with a hint of smile. Ye Ziqing turned to look at her strangely, "Are you so happy? Because I am strong?"

"Yes, because you are 0, I am very happy." Song Qiao said, unable to bear it, he could only hide under the quilt, smiling tremblingly.

No...there must be something wrong. Ye Ziqing looked suspicious. It wasn't the first time Song Qiao knew that he was very strong, so why was he still so happy? She lifted the quilt and grabbed Song Qiao's shoulders. "What are you laughing at?"

Only then did she realize that Song Qiao was crying with laughter, and the question mark on Ye Ziqing's face made her even more amused.

"Hahahaha... I can't do it anymore... Hahahaha..." Song Qiao felt that she was so unscrupulous and hateful that she bullied an old-fashioned person and deliberately set a trap for her.

but……

She really couldn't help it! Ye Ziqing had a face that made her want to bully him.

Song Qiao smiled, hugged Ye Ziqing naturally, and fell into her arms laughing. "I have decided that I must work harder and become 0 as soon as possible. This is only fair to you."

"Why is it fair to me?" Ye Ziqing didn't understand even more.

"This way I can be by your side." Song Qiao said with a smile.

Ye Ziqing was silent for a while, then tightened his arms around Song Qiao's waist, "You are already shoulder to shoulder with me."