The Mysterious Girl and the Supernatural Encounter

The most bizarre moment, without a doubt, was when the girl accidentally pricked my finger with her fang-like tooth—and she reacted after tasting my blood.

“…”

Could she really be a supernatural being?

After all, who would react to human blood if they were ordinary?

Mo Bai couldn’t help but wonder about the girl’s abilities. If she were a supernatural being, how could she end up in such a pitiful state in the dead of night?

He looked at the girl’s face, flushed an abnormal red, and her slightly parted lips—where he had wiped away the blood with a tissue. He could faintly see two sharp little fangs peeking out from between them.

“Blood…”

Mo Bai hesitated for a moment, then strangely bit his finger again. A few drops of crimson blood oozed out, and he slowly brought his finger close to the girl’s lips. As his fingertip touched her soft lips, the blood droplets trickled into her mouth. Instantly, the girl showed a reaction—her little tongue unconsciously licked his fingertip and the blood, nearly making him jump up from the sofa.

“Wake… wake up?”

Mo Bai held his breath and asked softly, startled by the girl’s sudden movement.

However, the white-haired girl in his arms only unconsciously snuggled closer, her scorching cheek still pressed against his chest. She remained unconscious, but her condition seemed slightly improved.

What a relief…

If she suddenly woke up, she might call me a pervert and report me to the police.

But the current situation seemed to confirm his suspicions: the girl did react to the blood, and the blood appeared to have a restorative effect on her.

Mo Bai looked at his finger, where the girl had licked it. Under the soft light, a glistening sheen remained on his fingertip—but the wound had healed at an almost visible speed, as good as new, as if it had never been bitten.

What an amazing ability…

Mo Bai stared at his finger in amazement, then looked at the girl’s slightly moving lips. For a moment, he understood why the girl had been bullied.

In the world of supernatural beings, healers are the rarest.

As the name suggests, healers’ abilities are mostly related to recovery and have no offensive capabilities.

In other words, aside from their powers, they are just ordinary people with slightly tougher constitutions—which explains why they are so vulnerable. But why hadn’t she reported it to the police right away?

Although licking blood was a bit vampire-like, this was the capital—the most heavily guarded area by the Blade Keepers Agency. How could a non-human creature possibly be here?

Although it was a bit strange, Mo Bai didn’t dwell on it. After all, it was already late at night, and he’d been out all day—plus helping the girl—so he was truly exhausted.

It’s time to take a shower and get some rest.

This time, when he placed the girl back on the sofa, she finally didn’t cling to his collar. Mo Bai breathed a sigh of relief. Although her condition was still poor, she was no longer in immediate danger, so he decided to let her recover on her own.

Mo Bai stood up and stretched lazily, flexing his slightly numb arms. After confirming the girl’s steady breathing, he finally relaxed.

Okay, time for a shower.

After a night of dining with friends and carrying a soiled girl, Mo Bai wrinkled his nose at his own shirt before heading to the bathroom. Just as he was about to step inside…

Wait—his sofa!

Mo Bai turned back sharply, but it was too late. The girl’s soiled dress was already in close contact with the upholstery—but that was a minor issue. The real problem was that he’d forgotten to take off her shoes!

“Damn!”

Mo Bai ran back to the sofa, carefully lifted the girl’s slender ankles, and gently removed the black patent leather shoes from her small feet. His fingertips accidentally brushed against the white lace-top socks, and the soft sensation made him pause.

“Really…”

Mo Bai’s heart raced, but he quickly composed himself, placing the removed shoes neatly by the door and returning to the sofa with a sigh. After a moment’s hesitation, he gently lifted the girl’s legs, letting her socked feet dangle, and quickly grabbed a few wet wipes to clean the sofa.

Fortunately, the shoes hadn’t left much dirt, and the marks on the sofa were quickly erased—much to Mo Bai’s relief. But the gray dust clinging to the lace trim of her socks still made him frown.

“…”

Damn this cleanliness obsession.

After much internal debate, he finally gently held the girl’s socked feet and carefully wiped the lace edges with a tissue. The girl’s toes curled in his palm like a startled kitten—and somehow, it was quite adorable.

Even in sleep, she moves?

Looking at the girl’s socked feet, Mo Bai suddenly felt a mischievous urge and, without thinking, lightly tickled the sole of her foot through the sock with his fingertip—

“Mm…”

Immediately, the girl reacted—her small toes curled up, and the arch of her foot, wrapped in white cotton, tensed. She unconsciously rubbed against the sofa cushion, letting out a soft, nasal hum. Her long white hair, spilling over the edge of the sofa, swayed gently.

Mo Bai quickly withdrew his hand, his calm expression flushing slightly.

He hadn’t expected the girl to have such a cute reaction even while unconscious—nor had he expected the usually composed himself to act so childishly.

But her socked feet really were very cute—and strangely, there was no unpleasant odor, only a faint, pleasant scent reminiscent of the girl herself.

…This feels a bit perverted.

“Cough, cough…”

Clearing his throat to mask his embarrassment, Mo Bai gently laid the girl’s legs flat and covered her with a thin blanket.

After ensuring he hadn’t woken her, he finally picked up his pajamas and towel.

It’s too late… if I don’t shower and sleep, I’ll probably sleep till noon tomorrow.

Mo Bai stood at the bathroom door, glancing back one last time at the sleeping girl on the sofa. Under the warm yellow light, her long white hair cascaded like a waterfall, her pure white dress blending with the beige upholstery—almost indistinguishable. Only her gently rising and falling chest confirmed she was a living, breathing girl.

If my parents found out, I’d probably be beaten black and blue.

“Sigh… it doesn’t matter.”

With a sigh of resignation, Mo Bai softly closed the bathroom door, turned on the shower, and let the warm water wash over his tired body. But it couldn’t wash away the image of the girl’s fragile form from his mind.

So… have we really met before?