Tonight was destined to be anything but ordinary.

For Ling Mo, this marked the first time in his life sharing a bed with a girl—though he had no idea. In that sense alone, he’d leaped far ahead of his previous life…

Oh wait. He’d never shared a bed with a girl *in* his previous life. Never mind.

But for Xia Xinyan? A quiet tragedy.

Though she wasn’t mourning that. Something else bothered her far more—

This guy, asleep, had pinned her beneath him.

His face buried against her chest, arms loosely wrapped around her, breathing deep and peaceful.

If she hadn’t been certain he was truly out cold, she’d have sworn it was deliberate.

She’d even wondered how he suddenly grew such nerve.

But… this was keeping her wide awake.

Feeling the strange pressure on her chest, Xia Xinyan pressed her lips tight, staring blankly at the tent ceiling.

In-game time: 4 AM. Dawn was near. Her status bar had normalized. No point sleeping longer.

Still, she was sure Ling Mo had stayed up later. She knew exactly what sharing a bed with a girl felt like for a virgin. Not that she was roasting her past self—but if *she’d* been in his shoes? Her heart monitor would’ve sketched the Mona Lisa.

Even without contact, this was wildly overwhelming for an innocent guy.

So… considering he might be sleep-deprived, she didn’t wake him.

As for… liberties? She didn’t really mind. After all, she wasn’t a “real” girl. As long as nothing crossed the line, she stayed chill.

…Wait. Being seen naked was absolutely off-limits too.

She was conservative that way. In her past life, not even dormmates saw her male body bare. Now as a girl? No chance.

Not even Ling Mo—herself included. From the moment she became Xia Xinyan, her subconscious treated him as a separate person.

Like a parallel-world version of herself. She could empathize with his thoughts, but never drop her guard. Not in any sense.

(Well… except right now.)

Tsk. Guess she *was* considerate.

But… seriously? Had *her* old sleeping posture been this ridiculous?

She’d slept alone since third grade. Never shared a bed. Judging by this… yeah, probably not the calmest sleeper either.

Just as random thoughts swirled in her head—a flickering shadow outside the tent snapped her attention.

Her hand shot to the pistol beside her, aiming instantly.

The campfire still glowed. Its light outlined a figure creeping closer—steps feather-soft, nearly silent.

Solo movement like this? Not the Protection Association. Enemy NPCs hunting players had zero reason to be this stealthy.

Had to be another player.

As the shadow halted before the tent flap, Xia Xinyan’s barrel locked on the zipper.

Then—the figure crouched. Gently unzipped the tent.

The moment the opening widened enough to enter… a pitch-black gun muzzle stared back.

Silence.

The intruder slowly lowered the flap, zipped it shut, and turned to flee.

“Halt.” Xia Xinyan’s voice was low, yet cut sharply through the cave’s quiet.

The figure froze. “Sis! Don’t shoot! I messed up! Greed got me—I just wanted to snatch something, swear I meant no harm!”

A girl’s voice. Surprisingly pleasant.

The shout jolted Ling Mo awake. Instinct took over—he grabbed his pistol, aimed outside. “Who?!”

Then he froze.

This softness against his face… Could it be…?!

“Awake?” Xia Xinyan’s voice came from beneath him, flat and calm. Reality crashed in.

He was *on top of her*?! And—

He rolled off in a flash. Face burning hot enough to fry eggs, but priorities clear: “Who’s out there?!”

When had that shadow arrived?! Had Xia Xinyan spotted her first?!

“Bro! Bro! Don’t shoot! I’m harmless!” the girl outside pleaded. “Saw the cave, got curious! We’re all players—cut each other some slack, yeah?”

Xia Xinyan stepped out, unzipping the tent fully.

Pretty face—whatever. In this game, everyone was. Hard to be impressed anymore.

But this face… she knew it. Deeply.

Murong Yue. Last life, ranked #57 on the combat leaderboard. With her unique ability, she could challenge top-20 players—and win.

But what stuck with Xia Xinyan wasn’t her strength. It was her personality.

This girl… was a total psycho.

In every sense.

“Sis… please lower the gun? Looks scary. What if it misfires?” Murong Yue cooed, backing subtly toward the cave mouth, eyes wide with faux innocence.

Xia Xinyan wasn’t fooled. “Stop. Hands on head. Squat.”

“Wait… sis, really necessary?”

“Or I shoot.”

Murong Yue dropped instantly into position.

Ling Mo emerged, studying her with a puzzled frown. “A player?”

“Yes! Yes! Fellow player!” Murong Yue nodded frantically. “Why hurt each other? Unite against enemies! Bright future awaits! Killing me gains you nothing—I’ve got zip, swear!”

Ling Mo glanced at Xia Xinyan.

Anything involving girls? He was lost. Past games never had “interrogate female players”—that’d be straight 18+. His job was usually just slaughter. He rarely handled nuance. Didn’t care to.

So he deferred to her.

“What’s your name?” Xia Xinyan stayed guarded, moving to search her.

Murong Yue flinched but answered: “Murong Yue.”

“Murong Yue. Two choices—”

“No need! Only one answer: I swear loyalty! So… who’s boss? Should I go find a stick outside?”

“…”