Qiao Zhen, a diligent and inconspicuous small fry in the Heavenly Realm's Fate Office, was swept into a series of tasks, mission number 999, due to a bolt of heavenly lightning.
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"It's too comfortable."
The man beside him bent down slightly and swiftly led two men into the locked room. The sound of the lock clicking on the door alerted Qiao Zhen. She stared wide-eyed at the iron door, then stuffed the half-eaten potato chips back into the plastic bag, closed her eyes, and collapsed to the ground, pretending to be half-dead.
The man in the lead waved.
A bucket of cold water was poured on Qiao Zhen.
Qiao Zhen couldn't keep up the act of pretending to be unconscious any longer. She pursed her lips and pretended to open her eyes groggily. "Where am I? Who are you?" She looked at herself with a blank expression. "Who am I? How did I get here?"
The man in the lead waved his hand again.
A man wearing sunglasses walked towards Qiao Zhen with a whip in his hand. He swung the whip and lashed it to the ground with a "crack".
Qiao Zhen huddled in the corner, sobbing and hugging herself with her arms.
Just as the whip was about to strike Qiao Zhen—"Stop!" The domineering and cool He Zhao suddenly appeared, and he shook his head violently, his wispy hair tracing a smooth arc on his forehead.
Qiao Zhen stared blankly at He Zhao at the door, then puffed out her cheeks and held her breath. Finally, she buried her face in her arms, her whole body trembling slightly from holding back her anger.
She bet a bag of potato chips that He Zhao must have put a blower on the right side, otherwise his hair couldn't have drawn such a big arc. Fuck you, is he mentally challenged?
"Idiot."
Qiao Zhen muttered a curse under her breath.
He Zhao deftly took off his coat, flipped it over and draped it over Qiao Zhen's shoulders. He gently helped Qiao Zhen up and asked, "Are you alright?"
Qiao Zhen was still shaking violently; she was about to laugh herself silly. Do you think she's alright?
"Waaah... I'm alright." Because she was trying to hide her laughter, her voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of her throat, making her seem even more pitiful, weak, and helpless.
Qiao Zhen was "trembling" as He Zhao held her in his arms, burying her head in his chest, determined not to let him see that she was secretly laughing!