I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Xiao Qi responded quietly, as if she had known all along that this person would say those words.

"It's still the same as before, unchanged."

"What?" Yan Ziming didn't hear clearly and asked again.

"nothing."

However, after learning about this, the atmosphere here was hard to shake off, and the entire lounge became extremely heavy.

Li Haoyi has already begun to consider the series of subsequent impacts and is thinking about how to explain the situation to the other pillars of the nation.

Liu Mengxian was the calmest among them, still sitting dignifiedly in her chair. Her ethereal eyes were impossible to decipher, her gaze shifting back and forth between Xiao Qi and Bai He before she closed her eyes, as if she had already reached an answer.

Bai He clapped her hands at the opportune moment, drawing everyone's attention. "Let's call it a day. We can talk about it later."

Yan Ziming nodded in agreement. It was time to put an end to what had happened today. Not only Xiao Qi, who was involved, but they also needed time to digest the information they had gathered today.

"What's your opinion?" Yan Ziming turned her gaze to Li Haoyi.

"Yes, she's boarding at school, right? We'll consider finding her a different place to live and assign someone to protect her safety."

Li Haoyi expressed his opinion fairly.

In fact, he had no choice but to agree, because in front of Yan Ziming and his group, he, a high-ranking official of the country, had become the weaker party.

"Mm." Yan Ziming nodded, showing no resistance.

As long as you live in a group, this is unavoidable. Besides, Yan Ziming wouldn't feel at ease leaving Xiaoqi to live alone at school.

"However, I have another question for you."

"What's the problem?" Yan Ziming tilted his head. Was there anything else he wanted to know?

Why aren't you wearing shoes?

Li Haoyi's gaze shifted downwards, landing on Yan Zimo's black silk-clad feet resting on the floor.

It wasn't that he deliberately went there to look, but rather because it was too conspicuous. People dressed casually in a military base are already anomalies, let alone someone dressed so... uniquely.

Yan Ziming blushed slightly, recalling her earlier encounter with Mu Mu. She glared angrily at Li Haoyi, then at Mu Mu, who simply returned a wicked smile, which only fueled Yan Ziming's anger.

"....Sinai!"

To Li Hao's bewildered surprise, Yan Ziming deliberately didn't choose Mu Mu, but instead had Ye Qianxue send her and Liu Mengxian back first.

Li Hao scratched his nose awkwardly, wondering if he was being treated like a pervert with those kinds of fetishes.

Before leaving, Mu Mu gave Luo Li a meaningful look, and Luo Li was practically trembling in a corner.

"Hey, take me back first..."

Bai He stared speechlessly at Yan Ziming and the others who had vanished in the blink of an eye.

You forcibly brought me here, so shouldn't you take responsibility and send me back?

I get carsick!

Now, only Li Haoyi, the trembling little girl, and Bai He remain in the lounge; all three are members of China's top echelons.

Li Haoyi: "Let's pretend that everything that happened here today never happened."

"Ah."

Luo Li nodded absentmindedly and walked out as if she had lost her soul.

"Please arrange for someone to take me back first. Remember, I don't take a car."

Bai He followed closely behind Luo Li as they walked out.

Dangdang——

The moment the door closed, only Li Haoyi remained. He stood silently in the lounge for a long, long time...

About five minutes later, he relayed the order:

“Treat all the surveillance footage from here today as ‘accidental damage.’ Before that, remember to send me a copy. Everyone, keep your mouth shut.”

.............

crunch--

The tightly closed door was opened, and although it was midday, the lighting inside was dim, like the setting sun, with the shadows of the curtains stretching long on the floor.

After Bai He stepped into her room, she could no longer maintain her composed demeanor and collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted.

She was recalling what she had seen.

When Yan Ziming and the others mentioned it, her answer was 'I can't see it very clearly'.

It's not very clear... which proves she still saw a little bit.

And that fleeting glimpse was the source of her exhaustion.

"I will keep what I see a secret from you."

"why?"

"Because I don't want your superpowers to be abused."

In the dimly lit room, Bai He's soft murmur echoed, "Thoughts affecting origins? What a joke..."

"It seems you know."

Bai He suddenly opened her eyes, stood up, and looked at the seat opposite her.

In that spot sat a woman more radiant than the stars, neither a god nor an immortal, yet possessing an aura more sacred than either.

"Well, you're not much different..." Bai He chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"Would you mind if we talked?"

Liu Mengxian looked at her calmly, like a historical fog, behind which lay endless secrets.

Bai He hesitated for a moment, then finally opened her lips: "Her power is..."

Chapter Seventy In the Early Morning

Early the next morning.

Yan Ziming woke up from her sleep. She got up a little early this time, just after eight o'clock, earlier than her planned nine o'clock to make breakfast.

I think about it every day and dream about it at night.

She thought about what happened yesterday all day, and even dreamed about it, so she woke up early.

Stepping outside into the living room, Yan Ziming found that someone was already there. A pot of tea was warming on the table, and the wisps of white smoke from the tea created a hazy, ethereal atmosphere, like a thin veil.

"Good morning, Xian'er."

"morning."

"I'll make breakfast now."

"No need, come and sit with me."

Liu Mengxian moved aside, making room for Yan Ziming.

Uh?

Yan Ziming blinked, looking a little dazed.

Her sofa is three feet long, so even if five people sit on it at the same time, it won't feel crowded. Liu Mengxian was sitting in the middle, slightly to the left.

Liu Mengxian was very slender; even sitting on the sofa, she only took up a small portion of it, leaving large empty spaces on either side. There were also two armchair-style sofas on either side of the sofa. Why...?

Yan Ziming's emotional intelligence, while not exceptionally high, was above average; he understood Liu Mengxian's meaning in the next second.

Feeling inexplicably nervous, Yan Ziming tiptoed to Liu Mengxian's side, a faint blush rising on her face, and gently sat down.

With a smile in her beautiful eyes, Liu Mengxian bent down to pour a cup of tea for the 'wooden figure' beside her and moved it in front of her.

"Try the tea I brewed."

Yan Ziming reached out his slightly trembling hand, took the teacup, and drank it all in one gulp.

The sweet and slightly bitter taste, two completely different impacts, are neutralized by a unique flavor, forming a unique taste that flows into the throat and brings an indescribable sense of comfort to the whole body.

"Ha~~"

With an intoxicatingly fragrant breath, Yan Ziming's eyes were half-closed, and he had a comfortable expression on his face. He felt light and carefree, as if he were swaying in the wind on a cloud, unable to distinguish directions and his consciousness was blurred.

"Is it to your liking?"

Actually, you could tell just by looking at Yan Ziming's behavior, but Liu Mengxian wanted to hear Yan Ziming say it himself, for no particular reason.

The joy of having one's skills recognized by someone you care about is immense. Liu Mengxian's smile deepened, and her tone became even more cheerful.

Completely immersed in this comfortable state, Yan Ziming, upon hearing Liu Mengxian's question, subconsciously expressed his truest feelings:

"Hmm~~ Xian'er, you'll definitely be a good wife if you get married... Hmm?"

Yan Ziming realized something was wrong, and turned his head with trembling hands to see Liu Mengxian's reaction.

Very bland.

She simply lowered her head and silently brewed her a second cup of tea. When she slightly raised her head, she once again possessed that serene and elegant charm that captivated the world.