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Calming down, Daryl looked at the person sleeping soundly on the bed, unsure of what to say.

Daryl looked closely at his bed and room. It wasn't his imagination; the mattress and everything else were no longer his. The neatness and cleanliness of the room were also not an illusion.

So not only did she not leave, she also took over his house?

Daryl paced back and forth by the bed, hands on his hips, wondering if this bad luck would ever end.

"Hey! Get up!" Daryl nudged her, but she just turned over and slept even more soundly.

Daryl was so angry that his eyebrows twitched, and he grabbed her and shook her violently.

"Ahhhhhh—what are you doing—" Lina opened her eyes in confusion. Oh, he's back. It's not a dream.

"Explain to me what you've done to my family!" Daryl said through gritted teeth.

"What else can you do in your house? There's nothing for a thief to steal," Lina muttered under her breath.

Daryl sat on the edge of the bed. "Where's my mattress?"

"Throw it away, it's all patina-covered!" Lina said with a look of disgust.

Daryl took a deep breath. "So, how much did you spend?"

...

Lina held up one finger, feeling a little guilty. Wait a minute, she spent her own money!

The person who was just feeling guilty suddenly became self-righteous again. Daryl rolled his eyes. "One hundred?"

...

“One thousand?” Daryl’s voice rose slightly.

...

"Ten thousand?!?"

"It's their fault for not being able to deliver the custom-made ones; it will take three months to make them. This is the only one I can sleep on right now," Lina complained.

Daryl looked at Lina speechlessly. "Are you out of your mind?"

“You’re the one who’s out of your mind. Eating, clothing, shelter, and getting a good night’s sleep are very important,” Lina said.

“Then you should go back to your castle,” Daryl said.

“I don’t live in a castle, it’s a bit creepy,” Lina said.

Is this the key point?

“Didn’t I tell you to leave before I get off work?” Daryl said angrily.

Lina glanced guiltily at Daryl, grabbed the blanket to cover herself, lay down on the bed, and began to run away.

Daryl rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache. This kind of self-centered rich girl would only bring him trouble.

Daryl reached out to pull the blanket, but the other person was quite strong, and the two remained locked in a stalemate.

“Listen, I don’t want to get involved in your silly games. You’ve given me enough trouble already,” Daryl said, scratching his head. “I’m not someone you can fool.”

“I didn’t mean to tease you,” Lina said, pulling back the corner of the blanket and looking at Daryl cautiously.

"Then you should go back home. Did you run away from home?" Daryl gave her an annoyed look; he was going to get into big trouble.

“I didn’t,” Lina shouted.

The words "guilty conscience" were etched on his face.

What was she thinking? Going home with a strange adult man and lying in his bed?

Daryl pulled back the covers and lay on top of her, the two very close. Daryl grabbed her hands, pressed her flat on the bed, and looked down into her eyes. "Do you really know what you're doing? Do I look like a good person?"

Their noses brushed against each other almost imperceptibly, and his breath brushed against Lina's face as he spoke, carrying a faint smell of smoke that Lina disliked. She frowned and said, "Yes."

Daryl paused for a moment, then looked at Lina with feigned ferocity, leaned down, and almost buried his face in her neck. The familiar scent of mint filled the air; she had even used his shower gel.

Daryl felt a surge of annoyance. "Go to hell!" he angrily stood up, shoved his arm at Lina, and stormed out, cursing as he opened the door.

Lina breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the door close, and took her hand out from under the pillow.

Aside from being a bit short-tempered, he doesn't seem to be that bad.

Lina turned over and went back to sleep.

The situation was completely reversed from last night, and Daryl himself couldn't figure out how things had developed to this point.

He lay irritably on the sofa, which was too small to accommodate him, and his feet were propped up on the armrests, hanging in the air.

Daryl crossed his hands above his stomach, his left hand pounding irritably against his right. What the hell.

After a long pause, Daryl sat up angrily and looked at the bedroom door. Wasn't this his house?!

In the end, however, he simply lay down on the sofa and turned to pull his coat tighter.

So annoying.

The next morning, when Lina got up, there was no one in the house, only a fried egg and lukewarm oatmeal on the table.

The cereal was terrible.

Lina watched for a long time, then silently sat down in the chair and began to eat, bite by bite.

After finishing breakfast, Lina carried her bowl and plates into the kitchen and began searching for the dishwasher.

It seems that such a thing doesn't actually exist.

Lina silently looked at the tableware in her hands, then threw them into the sink with a sense of entitlement. She wasn't going to wash them anyway, since there was no dishwasher here.

Speaking of the dishwasher, Lina ran into her room, changed her clothes, put the stun gun under her pillow, went out, and knocked on the door next door.

"What, it's you again?" The man next door was about to close the door when Lina stopped him. "Can I borrow your phone?"

"Can't you just go buy one yourself?" The man looked at Lina speechlessly.

"Don't be so stingy. Neighbors should help each other, you know?" Lina said matter-of-factly.

“You electrocuted me yesterday and almost sent me to meet my great-grandmother,” the man complained, pulling out his phone. “When are you leaving? Did you come here to chase after that hoodlum next door? Elope? He’s really unlucky; you two are bound to break up sooner or later.”

"What's it to you?" Lina grinned, snatched his phone, and expertly dialed the mall manager's number.

She had just finished furnishing her new home in the town a while ago, so she remembered the phone number quite clearly.

"Yes, I need a dishwasher, any brand, but you have to come and install it for me as soon as possible. Yes, the same place as yesterday... Oh, and a sofa..."

In just a short while, the man heard her buy a whole bunch of things. And this was just phone shopping. He couldn't imagine what she would do if she went to a mall; she'd probably bring the whole mall home.

After finishing the call, Lina returned the phone to the man. "Thank you, kind neighbor," Lina waved and leisurely returned to her apartment.

You stingy guy! I've been on the phone for so long, aren't you going to reimburse him?

Actually, he had ulterior motives yesterday because he saw that Lina was rich, but Lina knocked him out and gave him money.

impossible.

Around noon, the mall's delivery trucks arrived one after another, and the apartment building was bustling with people coming and going throughout the afternoon.

Many neighbors peeked into Daryl's house.

Wasn't there a bachelor living here before? When did a woman move in? And why did she go to all that trouble to renovate this dilapidated house?

So, is this yet another sucker being brought in?

Lina didn't care what others thought. Anyway, she had nowhere to go recently, and since she was going to stay here, she couldn't lower her quality of life.

Essential home appliances, a comfortable sofa, and decorations that bring joy!

After arranging the lilies in her hands, Lina hummed a little tune and placed them on the newly changed dining table. They smelled nice and looked beautiful. She was satisfied.

Lena glanced around the room. It was fantastic: white double-layered lace curtains, a soft white sofa, a matching coffee table, and a new 32-inch TV.

In the kitchen, everything that could be replaced was replaced except for the doors and cabinets.

This is the kind of place where people should live.

Lena nodded in satisfaction, went into the kitchen, picked up the new pot, and rummaged through the new refrigerator for Indigenous eggs.

When he arrived home in Dalil, he felt constantly watched, both openly and subtly. That wasn't all; things got even worse when he opened his door to find the girl inside smiling brightly, holding a plate of fried eggs, and greeting him very naturally, "You're back!"

Daryl glanced at the fluffy little doormat by the door and was momentarily unsure whether he should step inside.

Lina followed his gaze, quickly put down the fried egg she was holding, walked to the new shoe cabinet by the door, and pulled out a new pair of men's slippers. "Here you go. Don't get my carpet dirty. Take your shoes off outside, and put them in here," Lina said.

Daryl stood at the door with his slippers in his hand, lost in thought for a long time.

Finally, he stiffly changed into slippers, put his shoes away, and went inside.

What else in this house belongs to him besides the house itself?

Daryl sat numbly at the dining table, watching the girl across from him flipping through the takeout he had brought back.

My head hurts so much.

"This pizza isn't good. At least I should buy a well-known brand, right?" Lina complained while eating her pizza.

"..." Take it or leave it.

Daryl glared at her; he was too lazy to say anything more.

"Eat up, eat up. I told you your food wasn't good enough. How could I not know how to make fried eggs?" Lina pushed the plate on the table.

Did he eat all his eggs?

Daryl sighed, picked up his fork, and started eating the fried egg, the bottom few parts still showing signs of charring.

Lina didn't eat much, and soon she was rubbing her face against her chest, watching Daryl eat his fried egg with a smile.

Daryl stared uncomfortably at the plate, not even looking up. Finally, annoyed by Lina's intense gaze, he threw down his fork and impatiently looked up at Lina. "What?"

“It’s nothing,” Lina said innocently, looking at Daryl.

Daryl snorted angrily, "When are you leaving?"

"Leave whenever you want," Lina said unhappily. "Why are you always trying to get rid of me? I bought so much stuff for your family, can't I just stay a little longer?"

“Did I tell you to buy it?” Daryl rolled his eyes. “At this rate, in less than a week, you’ll be crying and begging your family for food.”

"I won't!" Lina said angrily.

"How much money do you have left?" Daryl asked, raising an eyebrow.

"...Anyway, anyway, I can still afford to eat," Lina said somewhat guiltily.

"Hmph, you better be." After finishing the last fried egg, Daryl angrily picked up the plate and went into the kitchen.

The dishwasher has been installed.

He sighed helplessly, feeling like he was being stalked.

Daryl threw the plates back into the dishwasher, looked around for a while, and finally plopped down in a dining chair. The white sofa made him hesitant to sit on it.

Daryl glanced at the vase on the table, wrinkled his nose in disgust, and said, "It stinks."

"It smells really good!" Lina leaned closer to smell it. "Achoo—" It was a bit too strong up close, so Lina rubbed her nose.

Daryl looked at her with a mocking smile.

Lina glared at Daryl angrily. "Why don't you bring back something else? Red roses are quite nice too."

“Dream on,” Daryl said.

"Hmph." Lina curled her lip. No wonder he's a single old man. Someone like him is destined to be single for life.

“Hey, tomorrow’s Saturday.” Lina looked at Daryl.

"What are you doing?" Daryl looked at Lina warily.

"There's absolutely nothing left in the fridge! Are you trying to starve me to death?" Lina said angrily.

“The door is over there,” Daryl pointed to the doorway.

Lina glared at him angrily, "I don't care, come with me to the supermarket tomorrow."

“Dream on.” Daryl rolled his eyes.