Later, Qiao Zhen took over the task, using Qi Yijuan's phone to call the person who had helped him with the matter, who delivered two sets of clothes, cleaned up the private room, and then sent them back.
Qiao Zhen: I'm sorry, I've lost all face. Whether I have face or not doesn't matter anymore.
They had agreed to have a good time, but in the end, Qi Yijuan only managed to get back to the apartment limply with Qiao Zhen's help.
Qiao Zhen looked at Qi Yijuan's peaceful sleeping face. Yes, peaceful, leisurely, and quiet. It was rare for her not to have any other thoughts. Her fingertips traced inch by inch along the handsome face so close to her eyes. She felt a little envious and a little jealous. A boy's face was even smoother and more delicate than a little girl's.
The rough touch of her palm in her mind made her frown again. She hadn't been distracted during the intense battle, but her palm had clearly touched a rough spot.
Qiao Zhen carefully pulled open Qi Yijuan's clothes at the shoulder. She looked at the boy's angular shoulders and saw a scar on his back.
It was about the length of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl's index finger. Next to the long scar were scattered circular burns. The circular burns were stacked together, indicating that the old wounds had not healed before new ones were added. It was a shocking sight.
But she didn't intend to use this as the key to winning the boy's heart.
Xiao Ling didn't issue any hard and fast rules, so Qiao Zhen didn't need to reopen the boy's wounds or take any risks. She firmly believed that time was the best healer, and that one day, the boy would confess to her.
With that thought in mind, Qiao Zhen closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Xiao Ling could only sigh in envy at Qiao Zhen's inexplicable confidence from behind the screen.
Qiao Zhen's success means that the system task is also successful, and further means that she is one step closer to the intentions of the master behind the system.
The main system also revealed a little bit of inside information to Xiao Ling, but Xiao Ling is a branch of the main system. Although it usually banter and argues with Qiao Zhen, it still keeps its mouth shut when it should.
After Qi Yijuan woke up, he scratched his messy hair and turned around to find Qiao Zhen sleeping on the edge of the bed. She was about to fall off if she turned to the side even slightly.
Xiao Ling: It is clear that Qiao Zhen is not yet qualified to be a formal mission taker, because she is not elegant enough, she cannot smile without showing her teeth, she cannot... well, she is basically not capable of anything, she does not have the temperament that an immortal should have.
After hearing the faint sound, Qiao Zhen wanted to turn over and lie flat, so she lay down on the outside of the bed.
"Thump!"
Qiao Zhen sat up, shaking her head as she looked around, seemingly still not fully awake.
While others make mistakes by drinking, Qiao Zhen makes mistakes by sleeping. To avoid repeating the same mistake as the last mission, she wisely refrained from speaking and instead remained dazed for a few minutes.
"Yi Juan?" Qiao Zhen's pupils finally focused. She raised her hand and scratched her hair, then struggled to sit up. She sat on the edge of the bed and patted the boy's head. "Are you hungry?"
Qi Yijuan lowered his eyes, letting Qiao Zhen rub his head, seemingly enjoying it. "Mmm."
The boy, who was usually sharp and prickly, suddenly became well-behaved, which surprised Qiao Zhen. She couldn't resist giving him a few more rubs. "Sleep a little longer, I'll go make some midnight snacks."
The clock on the bedside table has already deviated from ten o'clock and is almost eleven o'clock.
Qiao Zhen went to boil water, and then went into the bathroom to wash up. She was very quick, and by the time she came out of the bathroom, the water in the pot in the kitchen had already boiled.
What she was going to make wasn't anything earth-shattering or a long-lost delicacy; it was just six ordinary sugar eggs.
Sorry, she's clumsy; she can't do tattoos well, her cooking is terrible, but she's surprisingly good at embroidery.
But embroidery is not of any use here either.
"Yi Juan? Get up, brush your teeth, and eat something." Qiao Zhen had the appearance of a mature woman, but not the demeanor. Her voice was crisp and clear, without any lingering syllables, and not at all seductive.
When Qi Yijuan heard Qiao Zhen calling him from outside the bedroom, he blushed instantly. By the time he finished washing up in the bathroom, his cheeks and ears were still slightly red.
Qiao Zhen thought Qi Yijuan's blush was from the hot water, until she looked up unintentionally and saw the pool of spring water in his eyes, and she almost got goosebumps.
This boy is so innocent-looking!
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Qiao Zhen placed the empty bowl in front of Qi Yijuan. "Here are some sugar eggs. Take as many as you want. There's also soup."
Qi Yijuan buried his head in his sugar-coated egg, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. "It's so salty."
"Hmm?" Qiao Zhen scooped a spoonful of soup into her own bowl with the serving spoon, and sipped the soup into her mouth.
"Hmm!"
Her beautiful brows furrowed, and she frantically ran to the kitchen to spit what was in her mouth into the sink. "Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! I mixed up the salt and sugar! It tastes awful!"
The sugar and salt were placed side by side in the stainless steel jar. She had clearly tasted them and distinguished them before, so how could she have made a mistake?
Qiao Zhen picked up the stainless steel can, smelled it, and then looked at the markings on the can.
Oh, she accidentally spilled sugar on her hands when she was tasting the salt and sugar. When she came back after washing her hands, she was afraid of splashing water in the jar, so she pushed it and ended up turning it upside down.
Qi Yijuan waited for a long time but Qiao Zhen didn't come out. He looked at the kitchen door, and finally picked up a spoon to eat the "salted egg". It was better than nothing.
Qiao Zhen felt extremely ashamed of her; she didn't put her heart into anything and was bound to fail sooner or later. When she went outside, she saw Qi Yijuan still engrossed in eating, and hurriedly took away the failed attempts, saying, "Stop eating, order takeout."
Qi Yijuan looked at the bowl that Qiao Zhen had taken away, his brows furrowed even deeper, as if his beloved possession had been taken away. He slammed the spoon on the table and went back to his bedroom with a gloomy expression.
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