Chapter 1146
Misato: Don't move! He can kill people when he sleeps!
But just as she sat up slightly, she heard a slight noise beside her. The next second, Misato suddenly opened her eyes. Her sleepy yet sharp eyes stared straight at her, full of vigilance, without a trace of the drowsiness of just waking up.
"Ritsuko." Misato's voice was hoarse from just waking up, but her tone was unquestionable and scrutinizing as she called her name, word by word, instantly exuding an aura of authority, as if she had expected her to make a move.
Ritsuko froze, her movements halting on the spot. A barely perceptible hint of embarrassment crossed her face. She could only grit her teeth and turn her head, forcing a smile: "You're awake?" The awkwardness of being caught in the act overwhelmed her. She was even somewhat relieved that she hadn't had time to get out of bed.
Misato didn't reply, but continued to stare at her, her vigilance undiminished, and asked directly, "What are you going to do?" She knew Ritsuko too well; this cautious demeanor meant she was definitely going to find Choi Myung, and she absolutely couldn't let the two of them be alone together!
Ritsuko was silent for a moment, then made no attempt to hide her thoughts. Her tone was somewhat bewildered yet firm: "I don't know, but I want to go and see." She couldn't quite explain what she wanted to do. Perhaps she wanted to ask about the dream again, or perhaps she just wanted to learn more about Choi Myung.
Misato stared at her for a few seconds, seeing the inquiry and unease in her eyes, and a sense of crisis rose within her again. She took a deep breath, got out of bed briskly, and said while straightening her pajamas, "...I'll go with you, after all...it's very dangerous."
These words, seemingly expressing concern for Ritsuko's safety, were actually a declaration of her stance—she would never give Ritsuko and Choi Myung a chance to be alone, not even for a brief moment in the early morning. Seeing Misato's alarmed expression, Ritsuko sighed helplessly, knowing that arguing was futile, and could only nod in agreement: "Alright."
The two walked out of the bedroom side by side, their footsteps light, heading towards the guest room. The corridor was quiet, save for their soft footsteps. A subtle atmosphere filled the air—Misato's wariness, Ritsuko's curiosity, and a tacit rivalry between them. Ritsuko followed behind Misato, her brows slightly furrowed, her mind filled with confusion.
She was actually a little confused about what was going on. What exactly did Miri mean by "danger"? Was she worried that Choi Myung would do something to her, or was there something else going on? The images from last night's dream were still swirling in her mind. The indifferent figure fighting a bloody battle overlapped and separated from Choi Myung's gentle cooking in reality, making her even more confused and eager to find out the truth behind this so-called "danger".
The guest room door was ajar, clearly unlocked. Misato gestured for Ritsuko to stop, then gently pushed it open a crack herself and peeked inside—the room was softly lit, and Choi Myung was fast asleep on the bed, breathing steadily, his expression serene, showing no signs of distress. She breathed a sigh of relief, but remained vigilant, stepping aside to let Ritsuko follow, and the two tiptoed inside.
Just as they approached the bedside, two steps away from Cui Ming, a sudden change occurred! Cui Ming, who had been fast asleep, seemed to have been switched on; his body sprang up instantly, his movements so fast they were mere afterimages, completely obscuring his sleeping state. Before Ritsuko and Misato could react, their wrists were firmly gripped, the force so great they couldn't break free, and their bodies were pressed onto the bed, unable to move.
Cui Ming's eyes remained tightly closed, his brows slightly furrowed, and his breathing steady; he was clearly still asleep. These subduing movements were all instinctive reactions etched into his bones. Misato's shoulders ached from being pressed down, but she merely rolled her eyes, glancing helplessly at Ritsuko beside her, who was also subdued, her tone carrying a certain "I told you so" certainty: "See?"
"Hmm," Ritsuko responded softly, her gaze falling on the dagger pressed against her neck. The icy touch spread across her skin, instantly tightening her nerves. The dagger's sharp blade gleamed coldly, only a hair's breadth from her neck; the slightest pressure would draw blood. What shocked her even more was that, looking around, she could vaguely discern the outlines of various weapons—from short blades to firearms—everything was there, from the headboard and under the bed to even the cracks in the corners of the walls.
"If not these things, where did you hide them?!" Ritsuko was filled with horror, her eyes wide with disbelief. This seemingly ordinary guest room was like a small armory, and even in his sleep, Choi Myung could instantly trigger his defensive instincts. Such vigilance and strength far exceeded her imagination.
“If I hadn’t come with me, you would have been killed.” Misato’s voice was lowered, carrying a hint of helplessness and a barely perceptible lingering fear. She had long witnessed Choi Myung’s instinctive defense. Back in the battlefield ruins, even the slightest noise could instantly send him into battle mode from his slumber, making him merciless.
"..." Ritsuko didn't speak, but she believed her from the bottom of her heart. Feeling the coldness on her neck and the strength on her wrist, and seeing Choi Myung's still taut jawline even in his sleep, she finally understood what Misato meant by "danger." This wasn't malice directed at her, but rather an instinct etched into Choi Myung's bones after experiencing life and death, a defense that even sleep couldn't shed. The battlefield in last night's dream now seemed to have a concrete answer, deepening her curiosity even further.
A few seconds later, Cui Ming seemed to realize that the "threat" had been removed. His brows gradually relaxed, and he withdrew the dagger that had been pressed against Ritsuko's neck. He lay back on the bed and quickly resumed his steady breathing, as if the swift defeat of the enemy had just been an illusion.
Looking at Choi Myung's sleeping face, Ritsuko's curiosity overcame her earlier fear. Thinking that she would just get up and leave quietly, she thought that it would not trigger his defensive instincts again, so she slowly propped herself up and tried to sit up.
"Ritsuko! Don't move!" Misato's heart tightened when she saw this. She lowered her voice and hurriedly stopped him, her tone full of urgency—she knew Cui Ming's instincts all too well, and even the slightest movement could trigger his defense mechanism again.
But it was too late. Ritsuko's body had barely lifted an inch when Choi Myung, who had been soundly asleep, sprang to life like a startled cheetah. His arm shot out with lightning speed, grabbing Ritsuko's wrist again with even greater force than before. Before either of them could struggle, he rolled over, his arm sweeping around them, trapping both Ritsuko and Misato firmly on the bed. They were pressed tightly against his sides, barely able to move. (End of Chapter)