Yu Ling glanced at the mess on the table, suppressed her temper, and said, "No need, check please!!!"

Chen Yang knew they were in the wrong, and it was already quite remarkable that Yu Ling had tolerated them until now without turning against them. He quickly stepped in to smooth things over, saying:

"How about I pay..."

"I don't need you!"

Yu Ling interrupted him abruptly, yanking the detective off her. Seeing the conspicuous stain on her brand-new shirt, her face darkened. She said...

"Excuse me, gentlemen, I need to go home and change my clothes. See you later!"

Picking up her coat from the back of the chair, Yu Ling paid the bill and left without looking back. Through the window, one could still see her slightly hurried steps.

"Hey! You've gone too far!" Seeing Guan Xiujie sit down in Yu Ling's seat and look outside, Chen Yang leaned over and whispered, "This wasn't part of our discussion!"

Without turning his head, Guan Xiujie replied, "So the part where you kicked me before was part of that?"

"Uh, my foot slipped, my foot slipped, hahaha..."

Chen Yang's good moral character led him to apologize first, but as he spoke, he realized he seemed to have been tricked, and said...

"Wait, that's not right. How did it become my fault? Besides, it's because you were so focused on him that you ignored me when you tried to wink at me."

"Shh-"

Guan Xiujie gestured for Chen Yang to lower his voice, pointed out the window, and whispered.

"Judging from his expression, he was heading home instead of changing clothes at a nearby clothing store. He probably doesn't like interacting with strangers, especially when changing in an outside dressing room. But when I deliberately brushed against him just now, he got angry because his clothes were dirty..."

"So you mean that his aloofness and unapproachability were actually an act?"

"No, what I mean is that he probably wouldn't remember to lock the door when he changes clothes at home."

"......" I'd be a fool to keep arguing with you.

Detectives often have a penchant for trespassing, and Guan Xiujie was no exception. He sent Chen Yang, who was unwilling to embarrass himself with him, away, and then went to compile all the information on the serial murder case for him to take home. He then got up and quietly followed Yu Ling.

The three strange people finally left, leaving only the waiter alone to face the mess in the restaurant.

Before long, Guan Xiujie's paparazzi-like behavior of following pedestrians caught Yu Ling's attention.

Even though this world has weakened her strength too much, this level of gaze is still scorching to her. Yu Ling pursed her lips, coldly pretended not to notice, and continued walking home. When she got home, she thoughtfully left the door slightly ajar.

He wanted to see if this person really wanted to go home with him.

Guan Xiujie arrived only four or five minutes later than Yu Ling.

Tracking—he's a professional; no one has ever detected him! His superior stealth and speed are among his strongest skills.

Confident in himself, Guan Xiujie strode forward and quickly discovered the door Yu Ling had left open for him, though of course he was unaware of it! He assumed Yu Ling was in a hurry to change and hadn't noticed, and tiptoed open the door...

Pushing open the door wasn't the end of it. Seeing that it faced the living room, he guessed that Yu Ling might have gone upstairs to change clothes. He tiptoed in, but before he was done, he insisted on closing the door behind him. He just turned his head like that.

A handsome man without a shirt was standing at the door, arms crossed, staring at him expressionlessly.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

Guan Xiujie was genuinely frightened and let out a sharp, explosive sound.

Why aren't you wearing any clothes?

Yu Ling, who had only managed to throw her dirty clothes into the trash can before coming to confront Guan Xiujie, slammed the door shut, which was still slightly ajar beside him, and sneered:

"Don't you know why? Besides, this is my house. I can wear whatever I want. But you, why are you sneaking into someone else's house like this?"

Guan Xiujie originally intended to sneak into Yu Ling's house to find some clues for a face-to-face confrontation, but he didn't expect to be caught by Yu Ling, the hostess, as soon as he entered the door and confronted her face-to-face, which made him a laughing stock.

Of course, he didn't come here because he was convinced that Yu Ling was the murderer. He just wanted to push Yu Ling so hard that she might reveal some crucial information when she tried to prove her innocence.

But now, it's too late to say anything. He'd already followed them to their home and been caught. Surely no one would be so kind as to let him, with his ill intentions, stay? He found his own thoughts laughable.

"How long are you going to stand there in a daze?"

"Oh? I'm leaving right now!"

After Guan Xiujie finished speaking, he went to pull the door open.

I tried hard, but it wouldn't budge.

Try harder. Still can't pull it.

"Um... how do you open your door lock?"

Yu Ling remained blocking the doorway, saying sarcastically, "What, you think you can just leave now that you've arrived?"

"Oh? Then I'll stay?"

"good."

".......?"

"What are you looking at? Come inside and throw your clothes in the trash can by the door." Yu Ling said and went inside. Luckily, she had stayed up all night to clean the house, otherwise this detective's dog nose might have found something.

Guan Xiujie was initially confused by the family rule of throwing away clothes upon entering the house. Looking down, he realized that he had also forgotten to change his clothes before coming, and he still smelled of food. He crumpled up his clothes and threw them into the trash can before entering the house.

After passing through the entrance hall, the interior suddenly opens up, with the walls covered in lush jungle scenes and the floor painted with colorful murals. Handmade animal figurines and unknown flowers and plants are placed everywhere in the corners of the room, and even the ceiling and chandelier have been transformed into a primitive style.

"I remember... you didn't graduate from an art department, did you?"

Guan Xiujie was stunned. He had profiled Yu Ling no less than a hundred times, and although the results were different each time, none of them had ever thought of this kind of artistic genius who loved nature.

"I just love this pseudo-rural life, and there's no dirty mud or annoying bugs, isn't it great?"

While the detective was lost in thought, Yu Ling went upstairs to change her clothes, threw a matching shirt at him, sat on the sofa, turned on the 'tree stump' TV, and said casually,

"Sit down, or stand if you want. You came home with me to see if I'm hiding anything I shouldn't be here, right? Look all you want, but once you're done, get out of here and never show your face in front of me again."

Guan Xiujie glanced at the shirt in his hand; it carried a faint, pleasant fragrance, the same scent he'd smelled when he was nestled in Yu Ling's arms. He changed, then sat down next to Yu Ling again, grinning mischievously.

"Your place, it's only been like this for a short time, right?"