Chi Shuai started driving again, now with Qin Qiao sitting in the front passenger seat with him. The air already had a vast difference, and with that, Qin Qiao could finally breathe properly.
She asked Chi Shuai which destination they were headed to and found out that they were going to Fighting Soul. Zhan Qing was going for an inspection tonight.
Qin Qiao asked, "Why are you bringing me then?"
Chi Shuai shrugged his shoulders. "Boss probably forgot that we're going to Fighting Soul and threw you inside the car."
"Our Boss can do everything but drink. His tolerance is about one glass of alcohol."
Chi Shuai replied with a smile. With the separating panel, Zhan Qing wouldn't be able to hear anything from behind. However, Chi Shuai still spoke with a soft voice.
Qin Qiao wanted to suggest for Chi Shuai to throw her somewhere else and that she was perfectly able go back home herself.
However, as she stared out of the window, she realized that she didn't know where they were. If she got out of the car, wouldn't she be asking to be fed to the wolves?
Once they arrived at Fighting Soul, Zhan Qing had gotten rather sober after taking a quick nap.
The door opened. Zhan Qing jumped off the car and stretched. When he looked to his side, he saw a pale-looking Qin Qiao.
"Why is he here?" Zhan Qing was clearly asking Chi Shuai this question.
"Boss, your alcohol tolerance… You were the one who threw Young Master Qin…"
Just as Chi Shuai had thought, his boss had drank too much and threw Young Master Qin into the vehicle as if it was the most casual thing to do.
On the other hand, Qin Qiao timidly stood there as he adjusted his spectacles nervously.
Zhan Qing's expression darkened as he furrowed his eyebrows slightly. He then turned and walked into the camp.
It was Qin Qiao's first time coming to the legendary Fighting Soul camp.
It was a mysterious place that made every man's blood boil from hearing its name.
Seeing that his boss didn't give out any instructions, Chi Shuai brought Qin Qiao to Zhan Qing's room.
"This is Boss' room. Young Master Qin, I think you're tired from the journey. If you are, just sleep. Boss probably wouldn't come back and sleep tonight."
Chi Shuai said a few more instructions to Qin Qiao before he left.
Qin Qiao stood at the door. It was just a simple bedroom with a private washroom.
The bed was rather big and it for sure belonged to Zhan Qing.
Qin Qiao suddenly remembered that night. She hurriedly shook her head to chase all of those images out of her mind.
Qin Qiao didn't shy away either as she went to the washroom to wash her face.
When she wiped her face dry, she used Zhan Qing's gray towel.
She casually wiped her face before she got on the bed. Zhan Qing wouldn't be coming back tonight anyway.
The simple and clean bedsheets exuded an overbearing aura and it made her feel at ease.
Qin Qiao had a feeling that her spirit animal was a cat. She was terribly lazy and the tough journey going to the camp made her feel like her bones were about to fall apart.
She liked to lay on her stomach when she slept, too. She would hug a pillow and pull the covers over herself.
The pillows and blankets had a faint fragrance on them. It had the smell of having been dried under the sun—the same smell that Zhan Qing had.
Qin Qiao slowly fell asleep in her thoughts…
At about three in the morning, Zhan Qing returned to his room and immediately saw a huge pile on his bed.
Apart from Chi Shuai, who came to clean his room regularly, no one dared to come in.
Zhan Qing had completely forgotten that he had brought Qin Qiao along with him to Fighting Soul.
Zhan Qing walked towards the bed. Grasping the corner of the blanket with his two fingers, he pulled the blanket up.
He then saw Qin Qiao sleeping on the pillow like a koala.
Her posture was a little ugly and he looked like a child in her t-shirt and shorts.
His dark eyes moved downwards and onto Qin Qiao's small feet.
Why did he call them small feet? Because they were soft and tender. A girl's feet may not even be as pretty as hers.
Once Qin Qiao fell asleep, it would always be a deep sleep as her nerves are constantly tensed from disguising as a male.