Girl, There's Something Wrong With You - Chapter 7

At night, the Huai Tower base remained brightly lit as always.

Being underground with no access to daylight, there was no direct concept of day and night. Everyone could only rely on clocks to tell the time.

When the three returned to their hotel room, they found the lighting had dimmed significantly. The balconies of these high-end hotel rooms were equipped with projection walls that simulated outdoor scenery—daytime views during the day and nighttime views at night—so guests wouldn’t feel like they were staying in an airtight concrete box.

Miss Wang grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom for a shower. After all, they had just eaten barbecue, and now she smelled like oil and smoke.

The princess, on the other hand, was discussing the intel she had gathered from the military zone with Jinyang.

Cheng Jinyang thought to himself, So demons are basically like medieval nobles, ruling their territories as they please without much interference from higher authorities, responding only occasionally to summons.

This kind of system arises from the extremely inefficient governance in demon society, which itself is tied to the demons’ overwhelming individual combat power.

Well, sorry, Princess, but Wanrou had already deduced all of this long ago.

“So, what’s the issue with this setup?” the princess asked with a smile.

“It means that even though all of the Central Plains technically belong to Emperor Ziwei, her actual control is limited. Her true sphere of influence likely extends only to the area around the capital, Luoyang.”

“In other words, as long as we avoid routes leading to Luoyang, we can steer clear of Emperor Ziwei. Of course, if we go through Qinghe County, we might encounter that demon lord named Murong Shu. But there’s really no comparison between the dangers posed by a star officer and those of the Celestial Emperor.”

“So next, we’ll need to gather information on this Murong Shu, right?” Cheng Jinyang quickly grasped the idea.

Instinctively, he wanted to ask Miss Wang how to start such an investigation, but then he realized the princess wasn’t like other girls.

If he went to Wanrou now, Sister Xinnan would definitely explode with jealousy.

“Exactly.” The princess didn’t know what was on his mind and simply smiled. “But we can leave that for tomorrow. It’s been a long day; let’s rest first.”

With that, she picked up her change of clothes and headed toward the bathroom.

“Wait, hold on!” Cheng Jinyang quickly stopped her. “Wanrou’s still in there showering.”

“It’s fine,” the princess said nonchalantly. “We’re both girls. What’s there to be afraid of?”

She then opened the bathroom door and went right in, leaving Cheng Jinyang dumbfounded. His mind couldn’t help but conjure up a ridiculous scene:

In the steamy bathroom, Miss Wang backed away awkwardly, while the voluptuous Princess Nankang elegantly approached her, cornering her against the tiled wall. Then she grabbed Miss Wang’s hand and roughly pinned it against the cold tiles, before…

Stop! Stop! This is getting way too wild.

But after waiting quietly for a while, there were no strange noises from inside. Not even any talking—just the sound of running water.

About twenty minutes later, the two of them came out one after the other, both in bathrobes.

Miss Wang still had her perfect golden proportions—not too tall, not too short, not too thin, not too plump—with every feature just right. Her damp hair hung loosely over the collar of her bathrobe, and her gaze was as cool and ethereal as ever, as if she had simply taken a routine shower.

Well, maybe it’s just me being dirty-minded. Maybe they really just showered in there.

Princess Nankang, by contrast, had a much fuller figure than Wanrou. While the “small” parts were well-sized, the “large” parts were… very large. Her blonde hair was wrapped up in a towel, forming a kind of turban that gave her a vibe similar to a glamorous desert beauty.

“Where’s the hairdryer?” the princess asked, opening the drawer under the TV but finding nothing. She turned around, only to see Miss Wang already seated on the edge of the bed, pulling the hairdryer out from under the nightstand.

So the princess waited patiently for her turn.

With that thought, the princess saw Wang Wanrou casually shove the hairdryer into Cheng Jinyang’s hands and say, “Help me dry my hair.”

Sister Xinnan immediately bristled with anger.

She couldn’t stand this spoiled aristocratic demeanor. Striding over, she asked loudly, “Can’t you dry it yourself?!”

Cheng Jinyang, meanwhile, was carefully combing through Wanrou’s hair, while Wanrou, unbothered, sat with her back to him. Over the sound of the hairdryer’s whoosh, she made a hand gesture near her ear as if to say, I can’t hear you.

Her calmness was practically arrogant.

Princess Nankang glared at her coldly, thinking, If the hairdryer weren’t in Jinyang’s hands right now, I’d snatch it and smash it right in your face.

If you can’t dry your own hair, don’t dry it at all! I’ve never seen anyone this pampered!

“Sister Xinnan, just hold on a second,” Cheng Jinyang said with a laugh. “Let me finish drying Wanrou’s hair, and then I’ll help you, okay?”

The princess blinked, a little taken aback. Actually, having Jinyang help dry her hair wasn’t a big deal—it was a good way to cultivate his attentiveness toward girls. Refusing would seem petty.

Of course, that was entirely different from Wang Wanrou shamelessly asking for his help.

So she decided to brush aside her earlier annoyance and, with a bright smile, sat down next to Miss Wang. Carefully unwrapping the towel from her golden hair, she said, “Hurry up, okay? Wanrou’s hair doesn’t need to be dried too thoroughly, or it might split.”

“My hair isn’t as fragile as you’re suggesting,” Miss Wang replied with a faint smile.

“Oh? I thought you couldn’t hear me,” the princess said, raising an eyebrow.

“Your voice was just too loud when you were bad-mouthing me,” Miss Wang replied, still smiling.

“So your ears work selectively, huh?” The princess laughed aloud.

“Well, they’re not as efficient as Her Highness’s mechanical ears,” Miss Wang retorted with a serene smile. “Even though they look like they’re made of flesh, who knows how many electronic components are packed inside them? The fact that you can wash your hair without worrying about water damage is truly impressive technology.”

As the two chatted amicably, Cheng Jinyang’s hands holding the hairdryer began to tremble slightly. He had a nagging feeling that if Wanrou kept up her sharp-tongued remarks, it was only a matter of time before an exasperated Sister Xinnan pulled out a gun and shot her.

Although the princess seemed slightly outmaneuvered verbally, she deliberately puffed out her chest each time she spoke, ensuring that Cheng Jinyang’s gaze lingered on her for a moment. This caused his movements on Miss Wang’s hair to slow down noticeably.

Naturally, Miss Wang soon noticed this subtle distraction. She turned her head, smiled faintly, and said, “Jinyang, if holding the hairdryer is too much for you, you don’t have to dry my hair. Go help your princess instead.”

“How could I!” Cheng Jinyang immediately protested. “I’m just a bit tired after being out all day, that’s all.”

“I think it’s not just your hands that are tired—your eyes might be too,” Sister Xinnan teased. “Forget it, I’ll handle my hair myself later.”

As she spoke, she intentionally lifted the hem of her bathrobe, revealing two smooth, jade-like legs crossed elegantly.

Even Miss Wang couldn’t suppress a smile at this point.