Ouyang Bin pretended not to hear Li Yuanyi's low murmur and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was no longer concerned about the ten million US dollar reward.

After Ling Mo was thrown into the nearest garbage recycling station by AK38 and the others, before he could even climb out of the garbage heap, he was suddenly embraced by a firm and warm embrace.

Qin Beiming sniffed the sour smell emanating from her and frowned. "Mo Mo, wake up?"

"Third...Third Master..."

Ling Mo rubbed her dry eyes and casually removed her exaggerated colored contact lenses. She saw Qin Beiming looking at her with a gloomy expression, so she quickly broke free from his embrace and subconsciously created some distance between them.

"Why would someone be at a garbage recycling station so late at night?"

Qin Beiming looked anxiously at Ling Mo, who was disguised as a thin man. Despite her extremely high level of disguise skills, he recognized her at a glance.

"I...I was sleepwalking."

For the first time ever, Ling Mo continued to stammer, completely unable to tell Qin Beiming what had happened that night.

If he found out that she went alone to Ouyang Bin's riverside villa and staged a dramatic death-faking act, he might scold her for three days and three nights in a fit of rage.

"Does sleepwalking require disguise and such an appearance?"

Qin Beiming's voice suddenly rose several decibels, and his tone was more severe than ever before.

Perhaps worried that his overly serious expression due to excessive nervousness might frighten her, he subconsciously turned around as soon as he finished speaking and strode ahead.

"..."

Ling Mo pursed her lips, did not answer, and simply followed behind him with her head down in silence.

She remembered that Qin Beiming was a germaphobe, so she never dared to get too close, for fear of accidentally getting him drunk.

"I'm giving you one more chance. Tell me the truth about what happened tonight, or else..."

The two remained silent for less than half a minute before Qin Beiming couldn't help but start talking.

As he turned around, he noticed that Ling Mo, who should have been following behind him, was squatting in front of a roadside tap like a kitten, washing his body with cold water. His eyes, which had been filled with anger, were now filled with heartache.

"It's getting cold, you can wash up when you get back."

Qin Beiming crouched down and hugged her in his arms once again.

Ling Mo seemed somewhat resistant, repeatedly saying:

"Stay away from me, I'm so dirty."

"If you knew it was dirty, why did you lie in the garbage dump? If it weren't for the location system on your phone, I wouldn't have known you had this kind of fetish."

Qin Beiming sighed helplessly and gently wiped the water droplets from her face.

Ling Mo has always been open and honest; she never hides anything she has done.

However, tonight's situation was quite special, and she was worried that if she told Qin Beiming everything, he would be even angrier.

After much deliberation, she ultimately decided not to mention her solo adventure, but instead solemnly assured him:

"I swear, there will never be a next time."

"Do you mean you won't drug me anymore, or you won't sneak out and hide in the garbage dump anymore?"

"I only added a tiny bit of a sleep-inducing ingredient to the tea, that doesn't count as drugging me, does it?"

Are you sure you only added a tiny bit?

Qin Beiming raised an eyebrow, inwardly thinking that if it weren't for his extremely strong drug tolerance, he would probably have slept until noon the next day after drinking the tea she brewed.

However, seeing that she was still unwilling to reveal the truth, he did not want to push her too far, so he carefully carried her into the car parked by the roadside.

After getting into the car, Ling Mo finally mustered all his strength and tore off the lifelike human skin mask from his face.

Then she began to remove the wrinkled prosthetic skin from her hands.

Qin Beiming stared intently at her slightly pale face, still feeling uneasy, and asked in a deep voice:

Are you injured?

"No, it's just that my body smelled a bit strong."

Ling Mo chuckled awkwardly, his mind already questioning AK38 and the others' ancestors for eighteen generations.

They could have easily done a half-hearted job and just thrown her into the recycling bin.

I don't know what they were thinking, but they actually piled up the discarded garbage into the shape of a coffin, which almost made her die from the stench while she was trapped inside the "coffin".

Are you sure you're not injured?

Qin Beiming still felt a faint smell of blood on her body, and wanted to examine her properly, but was too embarrassed to do it himself.

"No."

Ling Mo shook his head, and he could vaguely smell the faint scent of blood.

After confirming several times that she was not injured, she turned her gaze to Qin Beiming, "Has the wound on your arm reopened? I think I smell blood."

"..."

Qin Beiming frowned, subconsciously glanced at the perpetual calendar on his phone, and his expression suddenly darkened.

Seeing his unfriendly expression, Ling Mo mistakenly thought that the sour smell of garbage on her body had triggered his particularly severe mysophobia, and said with a face full of guilt:

"I'll take a taxi home myself."

"MoMo, don't you really remember what day it is today?"

What day is it?

Ling Mo asked casually.

It took me a while to realize that the stench of blood in the air was most likely due to the sudden arrival of relatives...

Thinking this through, she suddenly gasped, instinctively clutching her large cloak, and added somewhat awkwardly:

"It doesn't hurt this time, so I've forgotten about it."

Qin Beiming never expected that Ling Mo would be so ungrateful.

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