Daddy, don't flirt

Expression is frozen on their faces for their male dignity’s been badly hurt, especially for Night. 5.
“Very likely. The boy in blue must be the top, and the down jacket must be the bottom...” Two girls pass by, while one of them is
staring at Night. 5 and Mone curiously.
“Hold it down. They’d get embarrassed if they heard about it.” The other girl can’t help but risk another glance at Night. 5 and
Mone, for they are such a handsome gay couple.
Is it the new norm that the handsome man should fall in love with each other? What’s for the girls then?
The two girls’ whispering is fading into the distance.
Shocked to death, the blood is visibly draining from Night. 5’s face.
Less overreacted than Night. 5 though, Mone gets a bit ashamed.
“What the...heck! What’s wrong with them? They should think I’m a...a whatchamacallit?” With blush filling his cheeks, Night. 5
is just too embarrassed and angry to speak the shameful word. He’ll never have a crush on men.
Isn’t it enough for a tough guy like him to be regarded as a gay? How can the girls even assume him to be the bottom?
It’s Mone who looks like the typical bottom. Are they blind?
“What’s wrong with their eyes? Even if I was a gay, a tough guy like me should be the top. Dumb bitches! Are they blind?”
The girls’ words really drive him crazy and he flies into a rage.
However, Mone’s much more composed. He pats Night. 5’s shoulder and jokes in words of comfort, “You might as well blame the
bottom-potency they saw in you.”
He implies he’s more potent than Night. 5 to be the top.
Night. 5’s face is darker with another wave of anger. When he’s about to give Mone a slap, Mone suddenly says, “Look!”
Night. 5 pauses and looks at him impatiently. “Seriously? I’m not an idiot.”
Mone rolls his eyes and looks at him with distain. “Why should I bother to fool a less potent guy? Look over there!”

Night. 5 glares at Mone for his words and follows his gaze to the street opposite to them, only to get himself shocked.
Over there is a woman sitting in a wheelchair. And they recognizes her with her profile.
She’s Jamie Moore.
“Holy shit! Big Ice Cube, pinch me to assure me that I’m not dreaming. She, she...” Night. 5 can’t believe it. He thinks he’ll find
anyone other than Jamie Moore, but it turns out they make it.
It must be a hallucination, for it’s too hard to find her.
Sparing no efforts, Mone pinches him at his request and confirms, “It’s true. That’s Miss Jamie sitting on a wheelchair.”
Too happy to haggle over the hard pinch, Night. 5’s eyes are glittering with delight as if he’s looking at a gem. “Let’s take her
back.”
He’s walking across to the street.
Mone immediately grabs him and says seriously, “Don’t you notice the eyes on her in the dark? If we act rashly, they’ll hinder us,
not to mention Miss Jamie’s safety.”
He’s right.
Night. 5 stops to look around, finding the guards hiding in the dark. What shocks him the most is the unique symbol of Gilbert
family on their necks.
A mark of “G”.
It means they’re the elites in the charge of Night. 9.
Son of a bitch! He not only betrays Gilbert family but captivates Miss Jamie.
Night. 5 gradually calms down, assessing the consequence of his imprudence.
“We’d better report it to Mr. Dan, for he has been worried about her for a week.”
Mone lets out a sigh of relief and stares at Jamie, fishing out a micro-transmitter from his pocket and pressing its button.
Night. 5 nods and looks serious. “Go to tell Mr. Dan. I’ll be on watch.”

Mone nods, putting away his transmitter, and takes out his exclusive PC of training battalion, sending an e-mail to Dan William.
Jamie didn’t know Night. 5 and Mone are searching for her. She’s watching a giant screen over the business building across
from her, which is playing a sizzle reel.
It’s an ad about perfume.
For some reason, she stops and locks her eyes on the screen without moving.
She isn’t interested in perfume, and she never wears it. Somehow, she thinks the ad’s telling her story.
It’s a unique romance about a couple.
The first meet made them acquaintances.
The second meet made them friends.
The third meet made them lovers.
May I trade the three meets with a blissful lifetime with you?
While she’s reading the words on the screen gently, a scene pops out where a girl in a green dress is walking by a swimming
pool.
Jamie’s shocked. That was...
Suddenly, the ad is changed into another one as if purposely broken off.
Passersby stopping for the ad all walks away.
They all carefully bypasses Jamie to avoid possible blackmail.
Despite the quick change, Jamie captures the handsome face with glittering eyes like obsidians. And his gaze penetrates her
heart the moment he’s coming out of the water.
He’s such a sight for sore eyes, too stunning to forget.

Suddenly Twelve shows up. She never expects she’ll come across the ad of Moon Perfume she endorsed. Who’d have ever
thought that an old ad could be so attractive.
“Sorry for being late, Miss Jamie.” She scurries to her, handing her a paper bag. “Here’s the glutinous rice ball with 98 sesame
seeds on it. Please check it.”
Upset and reluctant, she counts them one by one while the chef was sprinkling the seeds, so as to meet her demand.
Jamie takes the bag, glancing at it, and raises her head with a faint smile. “Forget it. I believe you.”