She was looking for a top-secret file called “Star Chart,” and the final key to it was in his hands.
He was investigating his archenemy, codenamed “K,” who was currently lying beside him, pretending to be asleep.
Whoever blew their cover first would lose.
But before that
“Honey, can you open this bottle for me?”
“...You can open it yourself.”
“My hands hurt.”
Pei Que took the bottle, opened it, and handed it back. Si Nian held it in both hands and took tiny sips, her eyes curving into crescent moons.
She was smiling. He was smiling, too.
They both thought they were putting on a better act than the other.
