The commotion led to a situation spiraling out of control.
Xia Miao's mischievous impulses grew stronger. Upon discovering his ticklishness, her hands lingered around his waistline, occasionally squeezing—the sensation was delightful.
Bai Chi couldn't suppress his laughter. Similarly, realizing Xia Miao enjoyed teasing him, he "struggled" while subtly loosening his clothes, exposing his skin to make it easier for her hands to slip beneath and press close against him.
Then, his lighthearted laughter gradually took on a different tone.
"Miao Miao… Miao Miao…"
He called her name as if unconsciously—or rather, as if blatantly tempting her.
Unable to resist, Xia Miao cupped his face and kissed him.
Bai Chi parted his lips, silently inviting her warmth to delve deeper and entangle with him.
And so, she completely lost control.
When the young man's pants were pulled down, he seemed momentarily dazed, but soon, amidst the chaotic breaths, he no longer had the capacity to think of anything else.
The night was deep, a time when all sounds had faded into silence.
No. 05 walked step by step down the long corridor, then climbed the stairs to the rooftop. Pushing open the door, a gust of icy wind instantly swept over her, carrying a bone-chilling cold.
She looked up at the sky. The moon had emerged—surely a sign from the heavens that tonight, she would succeed.
Gritting her teeth, No. 05 stepped forward onto the rooftop. The memories of the humiliations she had endured replayed in her mind, fueling the hatred burning within her.
She had graduated from a prestigious university, landed a respectable job, and lived a smooth-sailing life—until one day, she woke up in this godforsaken place.
No. 05 wanted to return. She wasn’t like these mediocre fools. A bright future awaited her in the real world, where she could contribute even more to society!
"If you ever find yourself in desperate straits, try taking this out on a moonlit night and pray to the gods."
"Remember, never use it unless absolutely necessary."
"Never forget."
These were the last words her elder had left her before passing away. She didn’t know what was inside the black glass jar, but since it had been enshrined with incense for generations, she believed it must hold great significance.
No. 05 had never believed in supernatural forces, but trapped in this eerie hospital, reality forced her to reconsider.
Taking a deep breath, she carefully placed the jar on the ground and opened the lid.
In a short span of time, Bai Chi had undergone extraordinary growth.
In every sense, it truly was a "short span of time."
Yet Xia Miao patted his back reassuringly, "It's alright, you did great."
Bai Chi, embarrassed, hid his face behind his disheveled long hair, unable to meet her gaze. Only his crimson eyes peeked through the strands, flickering like adorable red stars.
After a while, feeling recovered, he revealed most of his face and glanced timidly at Xia Miao. "Miao Miao…"
His neck and chest were exposed, adorned with suggestive marks.
Xia Miao drowsily hummed in response.
The young man whispered, "I’m ready… Let’s go again, okay?"
"It’s late. Next time."
Xia Miao was exhausted—after all, she had done most of the work. Her stamina wasn’t as formidable as Bai Chi’s, and she couldn’t recover so quickly.
Bai Chi pouted. "Fine."
He was still sprawled on her bed, anyway. Once she woke up, she wouldn’t refuse him.
A surge of excitement returned as he stared at Xia Miao’s sleeping face, motionless, his gaze unblinking—almost eerily doll-like.
Soon, sensing something, his expression shifted as he looked toward the window.
The night was thick, and despite the bright moon, the howling wind lent it a desolate air.
No. 05 shivered in the cold, her unease growing, but she couldn’t turn back now. She had to gamble.
Fortunately, it wasn’t long before an unusual disturbance broke the silence.
A rustling sound, like crawling insects approaching.
No. 05 tensed and turned around. In the shadows untouched by moonlight, she saw a slender, elongated silhouette.
Swallowing hard, she asked, "Are you… the god?"
The figure in the dark remained silent.
Yet No. 05 was certain—this was the "god" she had been waiting for.
"Please! Let me leave this place and return to the real world!" She hastily lifted the black glass jar. "This is my offering! If you help me, it’s yours!"
The "god" responded. "An offering?"
No. 05 stammered, "It’s a treasure passed down through generations in my family! It must be invaluable!"
The "god" said, "It is indeed precious."
No. 05 brightened, feeling victory within reach.
"Your wish is to leave here?"
After a brief hesitation, she couldn’t resist adding, "And No. 09—she’s a vile woman. I want her dead!"
Laughter echoed from the darkness.
"You’re offering my possession as tribute, asking me to fulfill your wish… by killing my partner."
A figure clad in red robes, with snow-white hair, stepped forward from the shadows. The stench of decay spread rapidly, saturating the air with the threat of death.
No. 05 froze before collapsing backward onto the ground.
The youth wore only a loosely draped red robe, its hem fluttering in the wind, occasionally revealing tantalizing marks on his legs. He walked barefoot, yet strangely, no dust clung to his skin.
His crimson eyes burned like flames—or perhaps like abysses. His pale face twisted his otherwise delicate features into something unnatural.
At a glance, he was unmistakably inhuman. If anything, "monster" suited him better than "god."
"You… You’re that doctor…"
No. 05 remembered—the so-called Dr. Bai shared the same face as the aberration before her. But unlike the composed physician, this entity radiated danger and malevolence.
Then, realization struck. "You said No. 09 is your partner!"
