บท 5: The Intruder of the Night

Fei Yu felt a presence in the darkness of his bedroom. Someone in dark clothes and a mask was there watching him. He picked three shurikens and threw them in the blink of an eye. The person in the dark corner tried to dodge and block those by arm. One missed the person, another perforated their upper arm, and the other bunched off, hitting their arm shield. A low grunt of the intruder clicked Fei Yu's ear in confirmation.

"Red? Is that you?"

The person stopped at the window and turned to him but said nothing.

He got up from his bed and approached. He was sure it was her by scanning her brown eyes, which had a scant monolid vibe and that gaze. "What are you doing here?" he asked, reaching for her mask.

Fei Yu was indeed a great warrior, she thought. She let him unmask her.

She didn't answer because she didn't even know what she was doing. Something compelled her towards him, and she just responded.

When he thought it was enough waiting for her answer, he plucked the shuriken from her upper arm and said, "Let me clean it for you. Sit."

The short auburn hair revealed as he offed her hood. He removed the top of the dark clothes from her injured arm. In the dim light of his bedside lamp, he could see the white chest wraps she was wearing. He had touched this chest before for a nanosecond. It felt way different—sturdy, again soft.

The dim yellow light illuminated the enormous bruise on the shoulder where Serge's hummer thudded missing her head, which was no longer red but deep purple. Though he could guess it was caused by a deadly duel, he asked, "How did you get this?"

She didn't answer and unblinkingly watched him.

It was unnecessary to ask her any more questions like how she knew where he lived. She wasn't going to answer. The vague silhouette of last night was her. Now he knew it wasn't a dream or mirage.

The icy silence was uncomfortable for Fei Yu. Cleansing the cut, he said, "It grazed your skin. Seems deep. Should I give two stitches?"

"No need. It barely hurts." She spoke for the first time that night.

She didn't even know that she healed faster than ordinary people.

Fei Yu bandaged the wound, applying some medicine. He could feel the warm gaze of the girl searing his cheek. The heaving chest of the girl made him want to peek at those bare breasts again.

"Red, why are you here?" If she was here for spying or an order, she wasn't going to tell him. He knew. He wished it wasn't the reason. "Red. Do you like me?" It took a moment of courage to ask that.

She batted her eyes. She had no memory of the past but understood what he meant. "I don't know…."

"Okay…." He hesitated and said, "Do… you… think… I'm handsome?" That's what other girls used to tell him. He paid no heed to those girls. He always liked those girls who were a bit conserved. But it was a different case. He dearly wanted to hear those words from this mysterious girl.

"I think you are beautiful…," Red replied shooting his heart. He blushed and his body responded by searing his ears. He had a strange urge to kiss her. Most of the time, he was the first to approach. He thought about giving it a try.

The girl nonchalantly watched him approaching for her lips. She let him press a kiss. It felt soft. She closed her eyes to focus intensely on the sensation. Her lips quickly learned how to kiss passionately. She couldn't remember if she had ever kissed before. Redhead didn't need to force her brain to remember until it ached. She draped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Their kiss grew aggressive. He hugged her tightly. Her chest liked the touch and the warmth. Something between her legs tingled. Her body felt unsettling.

She felt a sharp thing on her back and quickly grabbed Fei Yu's hand.