Those Years I Was a Blade at the Anomaly Defense Bureau [Post-Apocalypse]

[Blurb]

Ruins of District Seventeen, overrun with evil energy.

Everyone thought Zhao Suishi was done for.

The young master from the Central District was trapped beneath the wreckage of an airplane, his white hair stained with blood, like a precious white fox on the verge of death.

Then a figure in ill-fitting clothes appeared.

She said nothing, merely reaching out. Wherever her fingertips passed, the terrifying evil energy was torn apart like scraps of paper.

Backlit, her face smudged with dust, her expression was as cold as a deity's.

Zhao Suishi lay in a pool of blood, watching her, and suddenly smiled.

That sly fox had made up his mind right then: that hand had to be in his.

Later, he washed off the blood, dressed impeccably in a suit, and became her direct supervisor, smiling with gentle elegance.

He handed her a contract, put a beautiful necklace around her neck, and smiled as he told everyone, "She's mine."

Rong Xian thought he was a benefactor who had come to repay her kindness. She didn't know he was a creditor who had come to "repay" her.

"You saved my life back then," he said with an utterly harmless smile. "Now you can pay me back with yours. That's only fair, right?"

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Sometimes Rong Xian would find herself staring blankly at the smiling Zhao Suishi.

She wondered: What kind of person had she saved?

A black-market woman with off-the-charts combat skills, ruthless and taciturn × a boss who seems gentle and refined but is actually devious and cunning, a smiling tiger

Post-apocalyptic workplace slice of life, 1v1, happy ending

Still clearing out strange flowers today, and getting played by the boss along the way

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He thinks he's collecting a blade, but the blade is collecting him, too

Theme: When everyone stays at their post, spring will eventually arrive