She angrily stabbed her palm with her nail. Was she stupid? How could she have no self-control at all? Was this what it meant to be a submissive in a relationship?

"I just want to know more about you." Zhou Xing took another step closer, and Qin Xiaoyu's mind went blank.

"Why bother understanding me? I am who I am, a unique spark..." She didn't know how those words slipped out, but as soon as they left her mouth, she was startled herself. Seeing Zhou Xing's bewildered expression, only one thought kept playing in her mind: "Holy crap..."

"You're so funny."

"That's because you're ignorant." Qin Xiaoyu groaned, rubbing her forehead and sighing. She couldn't have a proper conversation anymore; why was she talking nonsense all day?

"Alright, alright, I'm ignorant. Tell me about it, so I can broaden my horizons." Zhou Xing's attitude was quite good.

"Alright, since you want to know, I'll tell you straight: I'm not from this world."

"Is it a human? A ghost? An immortal?" Zhou Xing raised the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile.

"I know you won't believe me. No one believes me except Tang Wenwen. No, there is one more person who knows, and that is Hanhan."

"Hanhan?" Zhou Xing's smile vanished; he was beginning to believe Qin Xiaoyu's words. He understood that she would never joke about Hanhan.

"Yes, I was reborn and transmigrated into Hanhan's mother's body. He saw it with his own eyes, so he knows."

"So where did you come from?"

"future."

Qin Xiaoyu briefly explained her situation before her rebirth, and Zhou Xing, being a smart man, immediately understood.

"No wonder your English is so good and you can speak Russian too, you're a college student."

"I know a lot more," Qin Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel proud.

"Did you have someone you liked in your past life?" Zhou Xing's focus was different from Tang Wenwen's.

"No. Well, you could say yes or no." Qin Xiaoyu didn't want to say it, but she didn't want to hide anything from Zhou Xing.

"You could say that?" Zhou Xing's expression turned serious.

"My ex-boyfriend, we've broken up."

"The rest is not important." Zhou Xing said with a sigh of relief.

Qin Xiaoyu was surprised that Zhou Xing was quick to accept new things. Just as she was about to praise him, she saw him point behind him and then rush towards the railing.

Qin Xiaoyu turned around and saw that the small door was open, and Zhou Xing's mother, wearing pajamas, came up.

"It turns out it was Xiaoyu. I saw a shadowy figure moving around in the corner of the platform from my room, so I came up to check it out," Zhou Xing's mother explained.

When she went to sleep at night, she would loosen her hair, and her long, black hair would cascade down like waves. Her full, round face would be made even more radiant by her creamy white satin nightgown, making her look radiant and not at all like someone in her fifties.

"Auntie, you look so beautiful," Qin Xiaoyu couldn't help but exclaim.

"This child." Zhou Xing's mother blushed after Qin Xiaoyu's words. She had originally planned to complain about her running around in the middle of the night, but now she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Auntie, I'm a bit picky about seating, so I came out for some fresh air. I'm going back in now, so you should get some rest too," Qin Xiaoyu quickly explained.

"That's right, it's hard to sleep well in a new place, but you get used to it after staying a few more times. When my younger sister first came, she also couldn't sleep well at night and kept hugging Hanhan's neck. I thought that wasn't good for their growth, so I separated them and let her hug me. Now I'm slowly separating her into her own bed." Zhou Xing's mother said in a chattering manner, just like a loving grandmother.

"Auntie, I really don't know how to thank you enough for all the effort you've put into my little sister."

"Don't say that. I made this sacrifice because I wanted to. I'm not the kind of person who can be forced." Zhou Xing's mother smiled, pushed open the small door, and said, "Go downstairs quickly. I'm going back to sleep now."

Qin Xiaoyu glanced back and saw that Zhou Xing was nowhere to be seen. She was worried that he had been discovered, so she couldn't wait for Zhou Xing's mother to go downstairs.

But she stopped after taking only two steps.

"Little Fish, there's a cultural performance in a few days, a joint performance by local authorities and the military, to prepare for this year's August 1st Army Day gala. I'd like to perform a piece with my little sister, do you have any objections?"

"Little sister? Can she do it?" Qin Xiaoyu's heart pounded at the thought of the densely packed audience below the stage.

"Look at you, even as a mother, you lack confidence. I said it's okay!"

"Okay, I'll listen to Auntie. If Auntie says it's okay, then it's okay!" Qin Xiaoyu was telling the truth. When it comes to understanding the two children, she really doesn't know as well as these outsiders from the Zhou family.

"Then I'll go downstairs." Zhou Xing's mother then slowly walked into the building.

Qin Xiaoyu hurriedly turned around and searched the platform. Where could Zhou Xing be hiding in this bare place?

"Help me." Zhou Xing's voice was very soft. Qin Xiaoyu listened carefully and realized that the voice was coming from outside the railing.

She went over and leaned in to take a look, and was so frightened that her hair stood on end. Zhou Xing was gripping the bottom of the railing with both hands, his body dangling in the air.

Qin Xiaoyu helped Zhou Xing climb up, her hands still trembling.

"We need to intensify our training. My arms are already exhausted after just a short while." Zhou Xing shook his wrist.

"Why would you take such a big risk? It's only three stories high, but what if you fall?" Qin Xiaoyu said angrily.

"Oh, look how angry you are, you're worried about me, aren't you?" Zhou Xing said with a grin. Seeing Qin Xiaoyu huffing and puffing as she walked into the building, he quickly chased after her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

"You can't just leave like this. I took such a big risk to meet you in secret, you have to give me an explanation."

"Then what do you want... um..." Qin Xiaoyu's mouth was covered.

She felt as if the starlight of the entire sky had descended upon her, and the world was so beautiful.

"Don't do this anymore. Didn't we say we should keep things the way they are from now on? I don't want my little sister and Hanhan to get hurt." Qin Xiaoyu used all her strength to say these words.

“I know what I’m doing. Go back to sleep. I told you, I’m not in a hurry. I’ll wait for you sooner or later.” Zhou Xing opened the door and pushed her inside.

"I haven't finished speaking yet..."

Zhou Xing grabbed Qin Xiaoyu by the collar, pulled her back, and hugged her tightly. Looking domineeringly into her eyes, he said, "Not finished? Then I'll continue."

He leaned down and kissed her again. Qin Xiaoyu knew there was no point in arguing with him, so she tried to escape.

My younger sister's performance is a big deal, so Qin Xiaoyu doesn't need to worry about the clothes or anything else. But she has other plans.

Just then, Commander Zhou was about to get a haircut, and Qin Xiaoyu rushed over with her tool bag.

"Little Fish, your aunt told you about the performance tomorrow night, right?" Commander Zhou had changed his way of addressing her, no longer calling her Master Qin.

"I told you, Auntie has prepared all the performance costumes. She showed them to me when I arrived, and they're so beautiful." Qin Xiaoyu wasn't lying; her little sister's performance costume was a white princess dress, elegant and graceful, and the material was clearly imported.

"I suggested that Hanhan go on stage and perform something, but she wouldn't allow it." It turned out that Commander Zhou was complaining.

"Hanhan will have many more opportunities to appear in the future, but you insist on competing with me for this one. Besides, how many people can understand the English sonnets that you asked Hanhan to recite?" Zhou Xing's mother heard this and argued with Commander Zhou through the door.

Qin Xiaoyu smiled with her lips pursed, not daring to interrupt.