Right now, Bai Ming faced a massive dilemma.

"Bai Ming..."

This wasn’t about visible, physical torment—it was a brutal assault deep within his soul. If he had to compare it, it was as if the moment he stepped out his front door, Bai Ming had waved hello to every jinx in existence: "Go ahead, possess me!"

By now, Bai Ming had a splitting headache.

"Bai Ming..."

"Why did you follow me?"

"Eh?"

"I asked why you followed me."

Stopping abruptly, Bai Ming turned around with clear irritation, snapping at Shen Yuan Yuhu behind him. Her expression was utterly clueless.

"W-Well... I was worried something might happen to you..."

"Ugh. Seriously."

If there were a Nobel Prize for Best Airhead, Bai Ming would nominate her without hesitation. Common sense? This girl operated on a whole other wavelength.

Despairingly covering his forehead, Bai Ming lowered his head. He couldn’t bear to look at the girl who still thought she was perfectly ordinary.

"U-Um... Are you feeling unwell?"

"Of course I’m not well! Why are you so *concerned* about me? I never asked you for anything!"

"Eh?"

But recalling recent events, Bai Ming reluctantly dropped his hand. He finally took a proper look at the girl standing perfectly intact before him.

"Weren’t you injured earlier?"

Ah. It finally clicked. The only thing that didn’t add up was why Shen Yuan Yuhu stood here completely unharmed. He remembered clearly—a steel rebar had pierced her thigh. A few centimeters deeper, and it would’ve hit the femoral artery. She’d also been caught in his fight with Li Scar. There was no way she escaped without collateral damage.

Yet only seven hours had passed... and her wounds were already fully healed?

"Oh, this? As you can see, I’m a demi-human."

Shen Yuan Yuhu calmly pointed to the ears atop her head.

"My healing speed is several times faster than a human’s. For someone like me with this specific ability? It can be dozens of times faster."

With that, she lifted her skirt slightly, revealing a pale thigh.

"So wounds close completely within hours. No need to worry."

"You’re awfully open."

"Eh?"

"Don’t you feel embarrassed doing that?"

"Ah... AHHH!!"

Only when Bai Ming pointed at her thigh—kindly highlighting her social blunder—did Shen Yuan Yuhu snap out of her daze. Had he not mentioned earlier that he was male, she might’ve innocently asked, "What’s there to be shy about? We’re both girls!"

"Waaaaahhhhh—"

"Don’t worry. I have zero interest in girls with airhead tendencies. You’re perfectly safe."

"T-That’s not the issue! And why are *you* even here, Bai Ming?"

The best escape from awkwardness was changing the subject. The second-best was running away. Shen Yuan Yuhu chose the first option—which meant bombarding Bai Ming with questions.

This was exactly what he’d dreaded. His initial plan to slip away had completely failed. If he backed off now, she’d only misunderstand him further, maybe even suspect he had ties to the werewolves here.

Yeah. That’d send everything spiraling in the worst possible direction.

"If I said I just happened to be taking a stroll here... would you buy it?"

"No."

"Tch..."

Yeah. How stupid did he have to be to think of that excuse?

"This place hides a seriously powerful being. Just now, when I snuck in, the other half of this building collapsed. They must’ve been fighting someone. And the kind of power that can level half a structure in an instant... I can only think of the werewolves."

"Ah... is that so..."

Bai Ming awkwardly looked away, his gaze drifting sideways.

So she’d been inside the other half of the building since he arrived. He had to admit—her infiltration speed was impressive. If she’d been a second slower, his attack might’ve hit her.

"Before they spot you, Bai Ming, just leave. Now. Or you’ll get dragged into their conflict."

Shen Yuan Yuhu reached out, placing a hand firmly on his shoulder as she urged him to go.