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Song Buxian was a person with a very regular lifestyle, going to bed and waking up at the times he had set for himself. The only thing that could disrupt his schedule was if his parents had something urgent. Today, as he lay comfortably in bed, ready to enjoy life after finishing his morning routine, a special notification from his younger brother chimed in. He took a deep breath and silently hoped that the little rascal had something important to say.
"I have a ghost at home, come over now! It's urgent!"
Upon reading the message, he immediately understood that he wouldn't be getting a good night's sleep tonight. He got up, listening to the sounds outside while checking the surveillance footage he had left at Song Bunan's house. The message was accurate; there were indeed intruders inside, several suspicious individuals rummaging through the house, even searching under the sofa cushions.
At the same time, he noticed familiar insignias on the intruders' clothing and couldn't help but chuckle. There was indeed a reason for them to be looking for Song Bunan, but their brazen approach clearly showed they were unaware of his brother's capabilities. He called Ming You, wanting to ask if the girl knew anything about this situation.
The call didn’t connect; instead, he received a message stating that she was currently engaged in battle and couldn’t take calls. She would reply after dawn. Relieved, he swung open the door to find Song Bunan standing there with Xin Yi, who was just about to knock.
Seeing Song Bunan made him a bit happy, but his mood soured instantly upon seeing Xin Yi. He coldly ushered them inside and kicked Song Bunan lightly as he closed the door.
Xin Yi reacted quickly, catching the stumbling Song Bunan and glaring at him in anger. However, she soon noticed that her future brother-in-law looked even angrier. With a swift motion, he grabbed Song Bunan like a chick by its neck and pointed an accusatory finger at him, scolding him for being such an idiot. How could someone let intruders waltz into their own home while boasting about being an independent adult? It was ridiculous for anyone to live so foolishly.
Song Bunan didn’t retaliate or get upset; instead, he wore a grin reminiscent of an Akita puppy trying to charm its way out of trouble. He clung to Song Buxian’s arm and whined playfully, "I was just out having fun! I wasn’t home. Besides, you were the one who installed and tested that lock! If it got picked, you share half the blame. Don’t worry! I already told Xiao Mei on the way here that I’d be crashing for one night; it won’t interfere with your date with your girlfriend."
"Who told you to go out and have fun! You picked that lock yourself; don’t blame me!" Song Buxian tugged at his brother’s ear fiercely and hissed in his ear, "And where did this girlfriend come from? Huh?"
The cheeky boy wasn’t intimidated at all; seeing his brother not refute him meant he had successfully secured a place to stay. He wriggled free from Song Buxian’s grasp and dove behind Xin Yi, sticking his tongue out at his brother. "The food you sent over was so good; it definitely wasn’t made by you! You must have someone special but are too shy to admit it. If you don’t confess, I’ll tell our parents so they can come ask you."
Song Buxian didn’t argue back; a fleeting look of guilt crossed his eyes as Xin Yi raised an eyebrow, amused by how accurately Song Bunan had guessed.
"You’re so clever; now go wash up and get some sleep. You need to hurry back home tomorrow morning." The soft-hearted yet stubborn elder brother strode into the bedroom and tossed two sets of pajamas at Song Bunan’s face—one set in dark gray clearly meant for Xin Yi. As for Song Bunan’s set, it was light blue with cartoon characters printed all over it and featured a large hamster face on the back giving a thumbs-up. It was truly fitting for Song Bunan’s style.
However, Song Buxian clearly did not want the two of them to sleep together. After watching them finish washing up, he handed the already prepared guest room to Xin Yi and without further ado, dragged Song Bunan towards his own master bedroom. The Blue Flower Hamster, not wearing glasses, blinked his big, confused eyes several times before finally asking loudly, “Why do I have to sleep with you?”
“Why not?” Song Buxian unceremoniously kicked him inside the door, saying, “Don’t even think about getting cozy with me here. Not having seen your parents just won’t do!” The sound of the door slamming interrupted Song Bunan's protests. Xin Yi stood at the guest room door and heard Song Bunan's exclamation, questioning why they were still concerned about such things now that they were living together.
“It’s just not acceptable!” Song Buxian’s refusal was firm and resolute. Following that, Song Bunan fell silent. Just as he turned to walk inside, a chilling voice came from behind him. He turned to see his future brother-in-law peeking out from the door, coldly looking at him and saying, “You remember what I said, right?”
He nodded slightly and closed the door in front of him while cheerfully wishing goodnight, wanting to leave a good impression on his future relative—something his older brother had taught him. Xin Yi lay on the unfamiliar soft bed and unexpectedly found himself unable to sleep.
It had been a long time since he received any messages from his older brother or the captain. The last time he heard about the scam incident was through an explanation from Song Bunan. His older brother mentioned that their communicator had been lost and that they discovered it was intentionally taken when they located it and monitored its content. The person who took it had once been a member of Mighty Falcon; although they had never worked in the same team, they could still be considered teammates. Why would they treat him this way?
He didn’t understand. At that time, Song Bunan noticed his confusion and explained that the person must have joined the laboratory for quite some time and even achieved a certain status within it. He was targeted because the laboratory wanted to use his body as a new vessel for their experiments. After all, from the information found at that time, it seemed that the entire Mighty Falcon was a base specifically cultivated by those people for their experiments.
In Song Bunan’s words, although he had been abandoned by Mighty Falcon and had already left, such a healthy, perfect body with good looks would naturally not be so easily given up by the laboratory.
[Can’t sleep; my brother is so annoying.] His phone vibrated; sure enough, it was the hamster avatar flashing. He replied that it was fine; it was just one night.
[Even though he already has a partner, he still insists on keeping me around for romance—what an annoying old man! Ah—his pillow is so soft; I feel so uncomfortable.] Accompanied by a crying emoji, Xin Yi could almost see through the phone how pitiful his expression looked.
[If he’s asleep, you can come over.]
[That would be a huge failure! He looks like he’s asleep, but any movement I make will be noticed. It’s been like this since I was little! My mom made him watch me at night so I wouldn’t sneak snacks; as a result, even when I got up to go to the bathroom, he would catch me and ask if I was sneaking snacks. Who sneaks snacks in the bathroom? So frustrating!] The hamster expressed its anger.
[You can catch up on sleep tomorrow; use my arm as a pillow.]
"Not a problem, not a problem, this is good. Alright, you should sleep too! Tomorrow will definitely be busy. Good night~" These words were accompanied by a playful kiss emoji, reminiscent of Song Bunan himself.
His good night went unanswered, likely because Song Bunan was also tired but wanted to reassure him by sending the message. Xin Yi felt happy and placed his phone under his pillow, forcing himself to close his eyes and stop overthinking.
"Things will work out when the time comes; a car will stop when it hits a wall." This was a phrase Song Bunan often said, and it had become strangely comforting, almost like a sleeping aid. Just recalling their daily interactions brought him a sense of peace.
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