Once the affection level is maxed out, the rivalry begins!

"Wake up! Hey! You wretched humans!"

In the middle of the night, Bai Ze was woken up by the noise.

The petite girl sat on the pillow, glaring at him arrogantly, her wine-red pupils seeming to emit a faint glow in the night.

"Tremble, for I have returned from that endlessly spinning hell—"

"Disturbing someone's sleep will get you kicked by a horse!"

With a slap, Bai Ze sat up halfway and sent her flying.

"You were the one who sealed me in that hellhole first!"

Mingming, who had just hit the wall, slid down like a painting and angrily lunged at Bai Ze, trying to grab him.

Unfortunately, with her current size, she can't reach her neck at all, so she can only try to jump on the bed by raising her hands, like a little girl playing on a trampoline.

"...Oh right, I was just saying I seemed to have forgotten something before I went to sleep."

Bai Ze suddenly realized and slammed his palm down.

It turns out we forgot to take her out of the washing machine!

"Good that you understand! I will never forget this humiliation."

Mingming flicked her wide sleeves, which were white with red flowers, and snorted coldly.

Strangely, there was no sign of moisture on her body. It was unclear whether this was due to the washing machine's powerful drying function or the machine's inherent peculiarity.

"So, waking me up in the middle of the night is your way of getting revenge?"

Bai Ze twitched the corner of his mouth. "What a childish god."

"How far will you go to humiliate me! You bride kidnapper! You brutal intruder!"

Mingming trembled with rage. "There's someone outside!"

She is now powerless, and if she encounters danger, she will be completely annihilated.

Right now, the only one who can provide protection is this despicable human who is using her for some unknown reason!

"Is someone outside?"

Bai Ze immediately became alert.

He didn't hear footsteps or breathing, but since the underworld was an anomaly with characteristics of the underworld and death, its perception of living things would never be wrong.

Lin Tingwan and the detective stayed at my house today. Could it be that the latter's ability was triggered, attracting the phantom thief to the door?

So he went into battle mode, first grabbing Mingming and stuffing her under the pillow, then approaching the door, grasping the handle and slowly turning it.

A sliver of orange light shone through the crack in the door; the living room lights were on.

Bai Ze suddenly pushed the door open, and the dull thud and the girl's cry of pain mingled together.

Lin Tingwan remained in the position of clenching her fist and knocking on the door, awkwardly meeting his gaze.

"Good evening?"

"What are you doing up so late at night?"

He relaxed and complained.

"Can't sleep...want to play some games?"

The girl showed the console game controller she had hidden behind her back.

When Bai Ze entered high school, he bought a home video game console manufactured by a notorious criminal company, but he didn't play it much.

On the contrary, Lin Tingwan often came over to play games, which directly resulted in Bai Ze losing more games than he won in various games against her, and now the gap in skill level has widened even further.

Even so, he still couldn't refuse when she occasionally said she wanted to hang out together.

After all, that often means the other party has something important they want to discuss.

"Don't make too much noise."

After closing the door and turning off the living room lights, Bai Ze quietly sat down on the sofa.

"Don't worry, Miss Detective is sleeping soundly."

Lin Tingwan confidently assured, "She didn't even notice when I wrote on her face with an ink pen!"

"Doesn't your conscience hurt when you do this kind of prank?"

Bai Ze picked up another controller, turned on the TV screen mirroring, and asked, "What do you want to play?"

"Let's have a JUMP battle royale! Let me test the results of Bai Ze's training."

She sat down next to him, and the scent of the shower gel aggressively invaded her from such close proximity, as if trying to envelop her entire body.

"Where did you come from, this reclusive master?"

Bai Ze scoffed, "Don't underestimate me. My techniques have already been secretly upgraded. You're the real challenger!"

"Wow, that's scary. I still prefer Bai Ze, who I used to beat into tears when we played fighting games as kids."

Lin Tingwan said in a monotone tone, "Besides, this is purely fabricated."

We will win.

He wanted to slap his childhood sweetheart's fair and tender face until it was swollen!

After a while.

The blonde vampire controlled by the other party unleashed a barrage of attacks on the burly man in the student hat that he was controlling, accompanied by a "muda muda" background sound effect, before unleashing its ultimate move: bringing in an excavator and smashing it down, emptying the last bit of health from Bai Ze's character.

Amidst the intense explosion footage, the word "KO" popped up in large letters on the television screen.

Lin Tingwan put down the controller, yawned widely, and a few tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"This is so boring. I'll probably forget about this game in three minutes, kid."

Not only are they ridiculed, but their full names are also downgraded and turned into pet-like nicknames—this is the end for players after losing the game.

Bai Ze, can you endure such humiliation? If you can, then it's too much of a divine intervention.

"One more plate, please!"

Bai Ze wasn't that kind of shameful god, so he uttered the classic line that every loser would say.

I want to play in the revival match!

"I wasn't serious during the warm-up game, but I won't let you win from here on out."

"Huh? Oh? Is that so?"

Lin Tingwan lifted her knees to the edge of the sofa cushion, her bare toes like smooth, rounded pebbles washed by a stream.

She chuckled to herself, "Is she going to say something like 'I lost because I sat in the wrong place' next?"

"You're the one who will lose."

Bai Ze pressed the movement button on the controller. "Is it okay if I choose the next game?"

This has been their rule since childhood when they had to compete in this way, taking turns choosing the game they were good at.

He chose a racing game with a random map.

After the countdown of three, two, one ended, the car driven by the two people shot off the starting line like an arrow.

To be honest, due to the difference in time invested, his skill level in most games is indeed not as good as Lin Tingwan's.

But this one is an exception!

Moreover, the randomly assigned map was a complex terrain that she was least skilled at. Before she even finished the first lap, Lin Tingwan's vehicle made frequent mistakes and fell behind by a considerable distance.

"What's wrong? Isn't the game about who runs off the track the most times?"

Bai Ze mocked with pleasure, but just as he was about to secure his victory, he suddenly felt an impact on his elbow.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the girl staring intently at the screen, but her body was unconsciously leaning to one side, her waist resting on his arm, seemingly unaware that she was interfering with his operation.

So that's how it is, you used underhanded tactics! You despicable woman!

Bai Ze rammed into her with his right shoulder. Lin Tingwan was slightly surprised and bent her body back, then rammed back with even more force.

Like a bumper car game played on shoulders, the two people, shoulder to shoulder, refused to give way to each other, and their attention gradually shifted away from the game and towards defeating each other.

Body temperature, scent, and the feel of the body are constantly transmitted through the thin pajamas.

Since neither side used supernatural powers, the lighter girl was clearly at a disadvantage.

So, in this tug-of-war, Lin Tingwan was suddenly bumped to the right side of the sofa, and the handle rolled to the ground.

Unaware that she would suddenly lose her balance, Bai Ze followed the momentum and almost fell on top of her.

Fortunately, he managed to press down on the sofa with both hands in time, so that he could look down at Lin Tingwan in a position similar to a push-up.

In the large living room, the faint light from the television screen flickered like a candle flame.

Moonlight streamed into the room through the French windows, casting a pool of light like flowing mercury, perfectly complementing the fair skin peeking through the gaps in the girl's pajamas.