A wall pin always strikes without warning.

But today, Fu Hou faced something far more unexpected than anything in her entire life.

She’d always believed no one could match her agility in tight spaces.

This was the confidence and capital of her title: the “Mysterious Knight-Thief.”

Yet today, she was utterly bewildered.

She’d actually been seen through and effortlessly caught by a young master!!!

Utter humiliation!!!

The man held her leg atop his shoulder with one hand, completely immobilizing her.

The unfamiliar sensation on her thigh confirmed—it was real!

“L-Let me go!” The strange touch left Fu Hou genuinely flustered.

Instinctively, she tried to kick Qin Cheng, but his grip was iron-strong. The tingling feeling drained her strength, forcing her to mutter resentfully.

Qin Cheng chuckled. “Why should I let you go? Feels pretty good to me.”

Truth be told, her legs *were* incredibly pleasant.

In his past life as the Demon Sovereign—capricious, accustomed to taking lives—he’d also… experienced quite a bit.

He’d met many women, shared intimacies with celestial maidens, yet none felt as delightful as this little thief cat’s legs.

Qin Cheng hereby dubs you “Leg Shadow”!

“Y-You… you scoundrel!”

Fu Hou flushed with anger at his shameless smirk, but after fumbling for words, all she managed was the utterly harmless “scoundrel.”

Just looking at his handsome face infuriated her. If only she weren’t trapped and weakened, she’d kick him hard!

“Hm? That’s all it takes to call me a scoundrel?”

With succinct efficiency, the Demon Sovereign pinched Fu Hou’s chin, once again revealing her baby-fat double chin.

“Y-You… th-this… n-no… shameless jerk!” (You… this… n-no… shameless jerk!)

Her speech turned muffled and childish, just like at the amusement park last time—unintentionally dripping with babyish charm.

Qin Cheng couldn’t quite decipher her words, but sensed she was snapping back. A rare flicker of irritation stirred within him.

Spending the whole day locked in a battle of wits with a kid… humiliating, yet somehow…

…strangely youthful?

Watching Fu Hou’s resentful glare, a mischievous impulse stirred in Qin Cheng. He glanced at her—brows furrowed slightly, lips curling up just a hint.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t treat you like this.”

Moments later, he set her leg down and stepped back politely, no longer pinning her to the wall.

Thud!

Without his support, Fu Hou stumbled and landed squarely on her butt, kicking up a faint puff of dust.

“Mmph… that hurts…”

Wincing, she rubbed her sore bottom, shook her head dazedly, eyes clouded with confusion.

Tentatively, she peeked up at Qin Cheng—only to find sincere apology in his gaze, and nothing else.

As a master thief, reading lies was second nature to her.

But she’d forgotten: before she ever tricked Qin Cheng, *he* had outsmarted *her* first.

Was she… being let go by this man?

Utterly bewildered, she couldn’t make sense of it.

[Could it be… because I’m just too charming?]

Soon, the little thief cat shamelessly concluded this in her flustered mind.

After all, she *was* quite pretty~

And honestly—what other plausible explanation was there?

Dusting off her clothes, Fu Hou blushed and touched the spot where Qin Cheng had so boldly touched. Clearing her throat twice: “Ahem… You should be gentler with girls, you know~”

“I’m… kinda relieved you get it. Haha…”

Raising a hand awkwardly, the little thief cat sidled along the wall toward the door. (Still a little flustered.)

Suddenly, Qin Cheng blocked her path. Fu Hou’s heart skipped. “You—”

Before she could finish, she was pulled into a not-unfamiliar embrace.

She wasn’t alarmed. Almost instinctively, her hands rose to push against his chest.

“Bro, cut it out, okay…”

Not the first time. She was almost used to it. He wouldn’t do anything—just threaten, like before.

The first two times were the same. This time shouldn’t be different.

But this time, she was wrong.

“Mmph… Huh?!”

Her wide eyes locked onto the face inches away. Warm breath brushed her skin. Her hands on his chest froze.

Her cherry lips were claimed. Flustered, she stared into his deep black eyes.

His warm, insistent lips sealed hers dominantly. A tingling shock shot through her; her delicate body went limp. Her fingers, intertwined with his, lay helpless in his grasp.

The air thickened with intimate tension and dizzying allure.

“St-Stop…”

This time, she was truly caught.