Girl, There's Something Wrong With You - Chapter 2

Miss Wang’s lips were soft.

Unbelievably soft.

With a captivating warmth.

To draw a comparison, it felt like a weary person sinking into a soft, feather-filled bed—the kind that envelops you the moment you lie down.

Before Cheng Jinyang could recover from his dazed state, his head was suddenly pushed away.

“Average,” Wang Wanrou commented.

Cheng Jinyang: …

“Have you ever tried it before?” Wang Wanrou asked again.

“Huh?”

Before he could process her question, his head was pressed down again.

Before he could fully savor the moment, his head was pushed away once more.

“Terrible,” Wang Wanrou said, her tone completely flat.

“Sorry,” Cheng Jinyang mumbled apologetically.

“I wasn’t talking about you; I meant the act itself.” Miss Wang sat up, casually tidying her slightly messy hair. “From a physiological perspective, it brings no pleasure whatsoever. At most, it provides a minuscule amount of psychological gratification—like the sense of accomplishment from breaking through social boundaries.”

Cheng Jinyang nodded. “But I do know of a way that could—physiologically—actually bring—”

The door to the driver’s cabin suddenly opened, and the princess elder sister poked her head out. “We’ve arrived at Pengcheng County. There’s a checkpoint ahead… What are you two doing?”

“We’re discussing social psychology, Sister Xinnan,” Cheng Jinyang lied hurriedly.

“Is that so?” The princess gave him a scrutinizing look but said nothing, turning back to the driver’s cabin to pull the brake.

The vehicle gradually slowed to a stop. After a moment, several scouts approached swiftly along the track and opened the car door.

“Xiaoqi Army inspection,” the leading scout said to the princess elder sister. “Name? Identity? Destination? Are you carrying any goods?”

The princess didn’t respond verbally, simply handing over an electronic ID card.

The scout inserted the ID into the decoder mounted on his forearm and began verifying her identity. Behind him, two other scouts walked toward the back of the carriage, their glowing red cybernetic eyes scanning Cheng Jinyang, Wang Wanrou, and the surroundings.

After a quick inspection confirming her identity as a Jinyiwei officer and finding no contraband in the car, the scout saluted and said, “You are cleared to pass through the Huai Tower Base, but this vehicle cannot proceed. It must be stored here. You can retrieve it on your return.”

“Understood,” the princess elder sister replied with a nod, then disembarked with the other two.

Huai Tower Base had originally been just a subway station but had been expanded multiple times into a vast underground urban area.

The reason for building it underground was simple: there were only a few entrances, which could be easily sealed and fortified with firepower, creating a naturally defensible position.

It was said that most of the survivors in the Central Plains lived in subway stations or underground parking garages, turning them into defensive bastions. This gave rise to a unique “fort culture.”

A “fort,” in this context, was a hollow space surrounded by solid walls—a defensive necessity dictated by the perilous environment filled with roaming puppets. Unless absolutely desperate, who would willingly live like a dwarf in an underground hole?

As the three of them continued down the tunnel, the lights ahead grew denser until they merged into a dazzling, continuous glow.

“Good lighting is said to reduce the likelihood of developing claustrophobia,” the princess elder sister suddenly remarked.

“Self-deception,” Wang Wanrou retorted.

“Life underground is indeed unpleasant,” the princess commented without debating the point. “The air is stifling, and the environment is cramped and monotonous. It’s said that many northerners never leave the fort they were born in their entire lives.”

After walking forward for about seven or eight hundred meters, the three of them finally arrived at Huai Tower Base.

The entrance to the base was a tunnel blocked by a massive pile of construction debris, leaving only a passage wide enough for a few people to walk through. There was absolutely no way for a subway train to pass.

Near the entrance, the walls on both sides and the tunnel ceiling were densely equipped with automated turrets. Several soldiers stood guard at the entrance, weapons in hand, their expressions tense as they watched the three approaching figures in the distance.

Huai Tower Base wasn’t exactly low-traffic; the majority of travelers passing through were refugee families with some assets, heading south from the north.

Of course, there were those heading north as well—mostly merchant caravans or mercenaries. The merchants were conducting trade between forts, while the mercenaries intended to venture into the ruins of central cities in search of lost scientific and technological documents.

But this trio? They didn’t fit into any of the typical categories. To make matters stranger, the two women in the group were strikingly beautiful—so beautiful that it made the soldiers uneasy, almost like they weren’t human but puppets in disguise.

If it weren’t for the human male walking alongside them and the women’s lack of any unusual behavior, the guards might have fired a warning shot on the spot.

At the base entrance, the trio underwent the same inspection process they had encountered with the earlier scouts. Only after verifying the princess’s electronic ID card and confirming her humanity did the soldiers visibly relax, stepping aside to clear the path and discreetly disarming the mines they had activated moments earlier.

Beyond the entrance lay a long, narrow passageway filled with the sterile smell of disinfectant. Observation windows lined the walls on both sides, enabling checks for any signs of injuries or infections caused by demons.

After passing through the corridor and leaving the heavily guarded quarantine hall, the trio finally entered Huai Tower Base proper.

At first glance, Huai Tower Base resembled a massive commercial shopping center like Silver Mall or Grand Skylight Plaza. The interior was vast, with many floors connected vertically by escalators and elevators, while countless shops and rooms were scattered across each level.

They were currently on the 8th underground floor. Reportedly, Huai Tower Base had a total of 36 levels: the 1st to 5th floors were military zones, the 6th and 7th floors were freight warehouses, the 8th was a vehicle hub, the 9th to 28th floors were for commerce and offices (with hospitals and other public facilities interspersed), and the 29th to 36th floors were residential areas.

The princess headed straight for the upper military zones to gather intelligence, leaving Cheng Jinyang to take Miss Wang downstairs to explore.

Had it been someone else tagging along—like the shopaholic Cui Xiaoniang or the lively Miss Qingqing—they’d likely have insisted on visiting every floor.

Thankfully, this time his companion was the indifferent Miss Wang, allowing Cheng Jinyang to breathe a quiet sigh of relief.

“How about we grab some food first and then find a place to settle down?” Cheng Jinyang suggested. “It’s already 6 PM, and I doubt Sister Xinnan would make us travel through the night.”

“Okay,” Wang Wanrou replied.

“Anything you feel like eating?” Cheng Jinyang asked again.

“No,” Wang Wanrou answered.

Cheng Jinyang’s face darkened. No? What kind of answer is that? At least say something like ‘whatever’!

“Whatever,” Wang Wanrou added.

Cheng Jinyang: …

Miss Wang definitely knew how to read minds—there was no doubt about it!