When he turned to face Bi Xie, he smiled and said, "Young lady, this human trafficking gang is very cunning. We were able to find their hideout thanks to you and your friend. Please cooperate with us to make a statement."

Bi Xie nodded: "Okay, I'll say a few words to my friend and then I'll go with you."

"Thank you so much," the middle-aged police officer said with a smile.

Bi Xie turned his head and looked into the car: "Ye, what's wrong? Are you okay? I need to go to the police station to make a statement. If you're not feeling well, go home first. Don't wait for me."

"Baby, I'm fine. I'll pick you up from the police station later." Wei Zhaoye lowered his eyelids, his soft, black hair falling loosely over his forehead, casting a shadow.

Her voice is restrained yet sexy.

Bi Xie couldn't see his face, but his voice sounded normal. He assumed he had forgotten to take his medicine again, so he gently reminded him a few more times before turning around and getting into the police car.

By the time Bi Xie finished giving his statement, it was already 11 p.m.

Because a major human trafficking case has been solved, the entire police station is working overtime.

Bi Xie let out a soft breath and looked up at the bright moon in the sky. Although Qin Xiaoxie's wish in the soul exchange did not ask her to take down the criminal gang or to take revenge on Xu Ying, she could not control her anger when she thought of Qin Xiaoxie's life being altered.

Perhaps it's because she took over this body; although she didn't repeat Qin Xiaoxie's mistakes, the memories deep inside her still remain.

Of course, besides this reason, it was also because of Bi Xie's selfish motives.

In the real world, her aunt was tricked into working and never heard from again, which was a lifelong regret and pain for her grandparents.

"Baby," a soft call interrupted Bi Xie's thoughts.

Wei Zhaoye walked against the light of the street lamps, his tall and slender figure shrouded in the night. He pronounced the two short words with a touch of tenderness and affection.

Bi Xie smiled and called out, "Ye," then suddenly ran towards him and fell headfirst into his arms.

She tilted her head slightly to look at him, her eyes bright like the stars in the sky. "Night, let's go home. I want to take a shower."

Wei Zhaoye cupped her small face in his hands, gently stroking her delicate cheeks with his thumbs. His gaze turned sharp and dark when it fell on the girl's chest, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. "Let's go to the hospital to treat your wounds before we go home, sweetie."

"No," Bi Xie shook his head pitifully, "The wound has stopped bleeding and doesn't hurt anymore, so there's no need to go to the hospital."

"Baby, be a good boy/girl," Wei Zhaoye coaxed.

Bi Xie tried to coax and plead for a long time, using every trick in the book, but in the end, he didn't go to the hospital. Instead, he bought some hydrogen peroxide, iodine disinfectant, cotton swabs, and band-aids from a nearby pharmacy.

Once home, Bi Xie was pinned down on the sofa.

Wei Zhaoye took off the coat she was wearing, then quietly took off her shirt, and led Bi Xie to the bathroom to rinse the wound with hydrogen peroxide.

Upon seeing the glaring wounds, riddled with bloody holes and marks, Wei Zhaoye's face darkened, and he murmured, "Baby, I will repay you for you."

The murmur was so soft that Bi Xie didn't hear it clearly and asked, "Night, what did you say?"

Wei Zhaoye suddenly chuckled: "Nothing much, I just think your collarbone is really beautiful, and I want to kiss it."

Bi Xie twisted her body and suddenly covered her chest with both hands. In the mirror, she was only wearing underwear on her upper body, which made her feel too ashamed.