Luckily, thanks to the Venus Group, most of the restaurants here are Chinese to suit Ying Zijin’s taste.
Norton leaned back in his chair: "Not going to explain, cousin?"
"Oh." Sinai snapped back to reality, "Didn’t I tell you I was going out on a date?"
"I also told you to come back early."
"Nine o’clock is already very early."
"I heard the security here isn’t great, there’s talk of some serial killer. Quite terrifying," Norton said leisurely, "They specifically target young, beautiful girls, then peel off their skin and turn them into dolls."
Sinai: "..."
Even if she wasn’t a Sage or an ancient martial artist, she was basically skilled in combat.
The combat training in the City of the World is quite advanced as well.
Besides, she had plenty of high-tech weapons on her.
Not to mention she had enough to blow up the underground third floor of the research base.
"Thanks for the compliment." Sinai rested her hand against her chin. "Also, what you’re talking about is just a movie plot."
"I watched a few movies," Norton’s voice was lazy, "They were pretty well made. If you have time, you could invite your cousin to see a movie."
Upon hearing this, Sinai decisively refused: "I’m not watching a movie with you."
She had already decided to keep her distance, treating him only as an elder.
The cinema was one of the top three dating spots.
She would have to be crazy to go with him.
"Kid." Norton clearly hadn’t expected this answer, his dark green eyes squinted. "I’ve taken care of you for so long, just listen to yourself, do you have a conscience? Not even a movie?"
"I’m not a kid, and I don’t have a conscience."
"..."
Norton was rendered speechless for once.
After a while, he raised his hand and, as he had many times before, ruffled her hair: "At just over twenty, if you’re not a kid, what are you?"
Sinai’s expression paused.
She had later come to understand the matter concerning the Sages.
Not to mention his entire Sage career, just this one reincarnation was enough to be her grandfather’s grandfather.
He often spoke to her in such an elder’s tone.
Yet sometimes his actions crossed the line between elder and junior.
Sinai got annoyed, slapped his hand away: "Don’t touch my hair."
Norton sensed the burst of emotion in her, his body tensed slightly.
"Sorry." He hesitated for a moment, his voice lowered, "But I really am considering your safety."
Sinai did not reply.
She didn’t really want to deal with him.
The barbecue arrived, and the server brought two bottles of drinks.
"It’s too late, and I don’t know the way to the research base." Norton’s tone was casual, but non-negotiable, "It’s not safe at night, let’s return to the villa and leave early tomorrow morning."
Sinai glanced at him: "I think I’m pretty safe."
"Hmm, so shouldn’t the landlord protect the tenant’s safety?"
"..."
In the end, Sinai still returned to the villa in the small town.
She didn’t say another word to Norton and went upstairs to her room.
After a simple shower, Sinai lay on the bed, her face buried in the pillow.
Today was truly a terrible day.
**
The next morning, Sinai woke up exactly at six o’clock.
After sitting up, she was still a bit groggy.
Sinai scratched her head, staring blankly at the bedroom.
When did she get a room like this?
Until the bedroom door was knocked on.
"Awake?" The man’s voice was low and cold, "Wash up and come down."
Sinai suddenly snapped awake.

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