My Beloved and the Drifter

If A Qiu were still awake, he would surely be too shocked for words. Although Cheng Li always wore a smile, he was actually either perfunctory or brutally blunt when speaking. He was lazy at work; though he changed locks quickly, he never said an extra word or made an unnecessary move.

At the very least, A Qiu had asked Cheng Li to unlock doors seven times, yet he had never heard him use such a soft, slightly coquettish tone as he did now.

A voice message from the other side was quickly sent back, a steady male voice: "Yeah, no worries. I also happen to have a client looking for me. Let's meet at home."

There was the sound of wind mixed into his voice. Cheng Li knew he was on the road and in a great hurry, which could be felt from the slightly suppressed breath in his words.

Cheng Li clicked his tongue, "Is selling insurance really that busy?"

Pei Su was the lovely husband Cheng Li had pursued for a whole year, and they had been married for two.

Although he had originally planned to call him "beloved wife," Pei Su absolutely detested those two words. Perhaps due to some useless male pride, Pei Su was always secretly plotting to "overturn" him.

But in bed, Cheng Li always had ways to handle Pei Su.

For instance, crying out in pain, or acting spoiled.

Pei Su was too soft-hearted and possessed far too high a moral standard. The moment Cheng Li showed the slightest discomfort, he would think of backing off. Or when Cheng Li acted a little spoiled, he would be so charmed that he couldn't tell left from right.

Pei Su was perfect in every way, except for being a bit too dedicated to selling insurance.

Thinking of his beloved husband, Cheng Li's expression softened.

Right at that moment, the sound of something heavy being dragged echoed from outside.

"Ding dong." The doorbell rang.

Cheng Li put away his phone and sighed.

The Wu Guai's offensive power was truly too weak; aside from causing a bit of panic, it had no real lethality. If an instance were centered around it, that instance would surely be terrible.

Therefore, to balance things out, instances featuring a Wu Guai usually included a drifter wandering outside the house.

That drifter was originally the former owner of the house, whose home had been seized by the monster, forcing him to wander outside. Having wandered for so long, his psyche had become twisted. Holding an axe in his hand, he would instantly hack down anyone who stepped out of the house without completing the mission.