Chapter 295 – Great God, I heard you’re going to travel a thousand li to deliver (29)
After about a minute, the doorbell rang again. This time, three measured presses with a steady rhythm.
Yan Luo took a frustrated drag from the cigarette in her hand. She didn’t actually like smoking, but because of the original owner’s habits and the lingering pain in her body, she found herself holding it anyway.
A faint wisp of smoke dispersed into the air. Yan Luo frowned slightly, stood up, and walked toward the door.
The security in this area was good; outsiders wouldn’t get in easily. Besides, hardly anyone knew she was living here. Without even bothering to check who it was, she opened the door, only to hear a familiar voice in her ear at that very moment.
[*Ding*—Fang Shi’s blackening value -5 (65/100)]
Yan Luo : ……
The person standing outside was tall. Even with her nearly 1.7-meter height, she had to look up at him.
He was wearing a red and black sports jacket, the sleeves pushed up to reveal fair arms, paired with black athletic shorts. His clean, striking features made it difficult to tell his exact age.
A few strands of light-colored hair fell over his eyes, partially obscuring them. Those dark eyes flashed with a trace of shock and hesitation when he saw the door open. Then, as he took in Yan Luo’s pale complexion, his expression changed immediately.
“You okay? Are you sick?” His voice carried a hint of urgency, gradually overlapping with the one she was used to hearing through a computer screen.
Now that she knew who it was, Yan Luo lazily leaned against the doorframe, raising an eyebrow.
No need to say much else.
The real question was…
—How did he find her?
She had always assumed that, despite all his sweet words, this so-called ‘blackening male god’ of this dimension was just a naive little fool.
Meanwhile, Fang Shi was growing increasingly restless.
He had sent a message in the morning, but she never replied. Calls went unanswered, her online status remained inactive. He kept telling himself she was probably busy, maybe lost track of time in a lab experiment…
But after an entire afternoon without a response, he finally traced her location using her past messages and IP address. Without thinking twice, he rushed over.
It was only after pressing the doorbell that he realized just how crazy this was.
He hesitated for a moment, but still pressed it again.
It was just a meeting in real life, right? He liked her, and they were bound to meet eventually.
But what he hadn’t expected was…
Someone could actually look this perfect.
It was as if every single detail had been sculpted to match his ideal image of ‘Luo.’ She was exactly what he had imagined, no, more than he had imagined.
A crisp white shirt and long pants, slightly damp hair sticking to her forehead, the faint scent of smoke mixed with lemon. Her features carried a touch of youthful softness.
Leaning casually against the doorframe, exhaustion and nonchalance in her gaze, she raised a brow and asked indifferently—
“Who are you?”
Fang Shi snapped back to reality.
He felt angry and wronged that she didn’t even recognize his voice.
He was angry and upset but also completely unsure how to explain this situation.
Frustrated. Anxious.
But she looked so unwell. He still had to explain…
After struggling internally for a long moment, Fang Shi pursed his lips.
Then, just as he was about to speak, he watched as Yan Luo—pale-faced, lips drained of color—took a slow drag from her cigarette, exhaled a thin stream of smoke, and looked at him with a faint smile.
“Alright, Little Cute. Come inside first.”