Upon hearing the word "run," Guan Weiyun's entire body tensed.
He knew how fast Xu Qian could run; if she didn't want to stay, she could disappear in an instant.
"You really won't run?"
"Of course not. I'm very interested in your blood right now."
Their current relationship was one of mutual need, devoid of any affection.
Guan Weiyun breathed a sigh of relief. Indeed, if she had wanted to escape, she would have had countless opportunities over the past three days.
But she hadn't left.
Xu Qian was telling the truth; his blood was indeed intensely fragrant, unique to him.
It wasn't like that of others, such as Mo Tianran.
"Then don't leave the base. Find me for dinner later."
Xu Qian nodded obediently.
They didn't chat for long before he truly left.
After Xu Qian washed up, she went downstairs. Beneath the auction house was a pedestrian street.
There were many delicious foods and fun attractions.
She hoped the base had changed significantly, as it was entirely different from two years ago, with the entire base area greatly expanded.
The traffic was bustling, just like the lively commercial streets in her previous life.
She enjoyed herself immensely, even alone.
However, even with a mask on, people's gazes kept converging on her.
She was too beautiful: a young girl in a red dress, skin so fair it seemed to glow, and hair as dark as night.
In the apocalypse, could a woman look like this?
But most people wisely stopped staring; such a beautiful woman must have powerful backing.
As she walked, she reached an area known for its red lights. The lighting inside was dim, with many women dancing provocatively in front of doorways.
Xu Qian frowned, about to turn back.
Suddenly, two drunken men stumbled towards her.
They widened their eyes and slurred, "You're so beautiful!!"
"So gorgeous!"
"How much for one night?"
Xu Qian narrowed her eyes, seemingly no one had dared to harass her in a long time.
"Get lost, now!"
A loud shout came from behind.
The two men were startled back to their senses.
They widened their eyes, turned, and fled.
Even the urban management officers deal with harassing women?
"Miss, are you alright?"
Xu Qian turned and raised an eyebrow.
The man was wearing a military uniform, and a familiar face wore a smile, his eyes roaming over her.
Xu Qian hadn't expected Jiang Shuo to become like this.
He used to be a handsome man, but now he looked truly worn out.
"Long time no see, Jiang Shuo."
Jiang Shuo's expression stiffened; he couldn't recall who she was for a moment.
Seeing that he truly didn't recognize her, Xu Qian found it amusing.
"Have you been doing well lately?"
Jiang Shuo nodded blankly, "Pretty well..."
Life was monotonous: work and then home, with a steady, if not abundant, supply of crystal cores.
Xu Qian raised an eyebrow, about to continue speaking.
Suddenly, her waist was held tightly.
A familiar aura enveloped her.
"What are you two talking about?"
Xu Qian leaned back lazily. It had only been a short while, and he was back.
Jiang Shuo was startled and quickly lowered his head, trembling, "Lord, we weren't talking about anything. I was just asking about your identity as per protocol."
No wonder she was so beautiful; it turned out she was the Lord's woman.
Guan Weiyun glanced at him from top to bottom, said nothing, and walked away with Xu Qian in his arms.
"What were you talking about?"
Xu Qian didn't even spare Jiang Shuo a glance, saying indifferently:
"It was nothing, really. Two inconsiderate people came over earlier, and he shouted a few words at them for me."
Guan Weiyun frowned and said sternly, "You shouldn't go out at night anymore."
He said it, but in his heart, he was secretly planning how to strengthen the security in this area.
The young girl's eyebrows twitched slightly as she glanced at his displeased expression.
"Then I'll be too bored."
"I need to find something to do."
After all, the system had tasks; she might as well look for those ten great powerhouses.
Guan Weiyun's grip tightened, almost making it difficult for her to breathe.
He had been restless in his office and had run over to find her.
He hadn't even had time to arrange for people to watch her; he was truly afraid she would run away.
"Alright, don't be angry, don't be angry. I really won't run, can you trust me?"