Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

"..."

Chen Ming scratched his head, but there was nothing he could do; after all, it was someone else's problem.

Glug glug...

"..."

"..."

A strange sound rang out, and Chen Ming looked over again, but her face was expressionless. Just as he was wondering if he had misheard, he realized that she was making a sound.

Glug glug...

The sound started again.

She lowered her eyelids slightly.

Then, looking at him coldly, she asked—

"How much do you think your life is worth?"

Chapter 3 Danger!

"How much do you think your life is worth?"

Those red eyes seemed to gleam slightly in the dim light, making him feel a little pressured.

Hey, seriously, sis?

He smiled slightly and said—

"They're going to silence them already? That's going too far."

He simply took it as the girl being shy and didn't think much of it. He thought for a moment, then glanced at the unsold pancakes he was carrying in his hand.

He reached out and handed it to her, asking—

"Want some?"

"..."

She stared intently at him, allowing him to observe her eyes closely. They were a clear, deep red, neither bright nor dull.

It's very pleasing to the eye.

Red eyes and white hair are not common in humans; only people with albinism, whose pigmentation fades, will have this appearance.

However, the girl in front of me did not appear weak or sick; her skin was very fair, yet she did not give off an unhealthy vibe.

She looked at him for a long time.

Actually, the traffic lights had changed several times already, and he'd forgotten he needed to cross. But he wasn't in a hurry; he had nothing to do when he got back anyway, and it was too early to go to sleep.

Perhaps there was also some lust at first sight?

No, of course it's not in a bad way. It's just that if you see a young woman wandering around here at night, there's nothing wrong with showing concern for her, right?

She eventually reached out and took it.

Glug glug...

Her stomach growled again. She took the pancake, opened her warm lips, took a small bite, chewed, and swallowed.

"……tasty."

"..."

As the shop owner and the baker, Chen Ming felt an overwhelming sense of joy.

Since it was the first time someone had praised his pancakes, most customers wouldn't order them again after trying them once. He himself knew that there must be a problem with his skill level.

wow...

Every now and then, a few cars would pass by, their headlights illuminating the silhouettes of the two people.

She ate in small bites, but finished quickly. Chen Ming thought that the way she ate in such small bites was a bit like a hamster, and kind of cute.

He ate a mouthful of oil, which was somewhat comical.

He handed her a tissue.

She took it, wiped it, and then threw the trash into the trash can next to her.

Her gaze was fixed ahead, seemingly on something very far away, and she said—

"Although they don't seem to be equivalent, I have no choice, so let's make the deal."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Chen Ming scratched his head. Sometimes this girl seemed a bit eccentric, but it was cute for a pretty girl to be a little eccentric, and now that they were getting to know each other a bit better.

He blinked and said—

"So you're going to call the police, aren't you? Or, you could call your family and have them come pick you up?"

"No."

"What's missing?"

"I have no family."

"...Um, sorry."

She gently shook her head, then looked at the traffic light ahead and saw it turn red, and said—

"you can go now."

"what?"

He looked at the red light ahead. Was she implying that he had just tried to run the red light? This made him feel a little embarrassed.

He said—

"No, no, it won't take much time. Better to pause for three minutes than to rush for a second."

It's best to maintain a proper image in front of pretty girls; you don't want to leave a bad impression.

She glanced at him sideways, seemed to sigh slightly, and said—

"You can go when the light is green and not when it's red, that's the usual situation. But now... you'd better go when the light is red."

What do you mean?

Chen Ming felt that she was being a bit mysterious. What was the difference between a red light and a green light? Shouldn't it be a green light for people to cross?

Seeing that he seemed unresponsive, she shook her head and said—

"Fine, whatever."

So we waited for the green light together.

He wasn't actually a very talkative person, but he always felt that the person next to him was very interesting... Well, appearance was part of it, I won't argue with that.

He struck up a conversation—

"Where are you from? Are you a native of Tsinghua or Peking University?"

"No, I came from up there."

"Above? Is it Qingzhou?"

"No."

"provincial capital?"

"Not at all."

"So what exactly is it from up there?" Chen Ming was somewhat speechless. It couldn't possibly mean it fell from the sky, could it? Or was it just that they didn't want him to investigate?

She didn't offer any explanation, and silently gazed at the sky.

Some stars can be faintly seen.

This isn't a big city or a city that never sleeps; the lights of an ordinary small county town won't completely block out the starlight.

Chen Ming also looked up at the sky. He had studied astronomy when he was in college and even got 98 points on the exam, but he had forgotten it all now.

I remember there was a software program that could be used to compare star charts, which their teacher made them download and learn from. But embarrassingly, he never actually used it, and he passed the exams by memorizing the question bank.

He said—

Do you know which star is the brightest?

Which one?

Venus. Also known as the Morning Star or Taibai.

Chen Ming wasn't sure if the brightest star right now was actually Venus, but he figured he was pretty much right. "The more you say, the more mistakes you make," he said.

"very beautiful."

"..."

What Chen Ming didn't notice was that the girl next to him paused slightly, glanced at him again, and then looked away when he turned back.

She lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes slightly obscuring her red eyes, and whispered—

"Thank you."

"Hmm? It's just a pancake, nothing special."

Chen Ming felt that it was just a small thing, nothing worth thanking anyone for.

"..."

The girl stopped talking.

The red light always has to end, and when the green light came, he actually felt a little reluctant to leave.

It's not entirely because he has feelings for the girl. He runs the shop by himself and doesn't have much time to chat with others except for work. Now that he's started talking a little, he feels great.

But I should still go.

He asked one last question—

Should I call your friend to pick you up?