Chapter 26

"Let's plant mung beans. Mung beans don't need soil." Mu Yunting frowned when he saw the notification on his phone. The soil could not be delivered because it was not a necessity of life.

Su Qiong happily agreed, not caring what she planted. She just thought it was fun. She opened the bag of mung beans and, together with Mu Yunting, picked out a dozen plump, green, and round beans and placed them in a disposable plastic cup filled with warm water.

Mu Yunting and Su Qiong stared at the ordinary cup and simultaneously reached in to test the temperature, fearing that the beans would be scalded to death.

Their skin touched, and they withdrew their hands at the same time.

"Touch it, touch it." Su Qiong said, supporting her thighs with her hands.

Mu Yunting did not refuse. He nodded and reached out to test the water temperature, estimating it to be below 50 degrees. He poked all the beans and immersed them in the water, then withdrew his hand.

Su Qiong touched the wall of the plastic cup with her fingertips and felt that the water temperature was not very hot. She took out the clean takeout plastic box and disposable chopsticks and said, "Come on, let's make a basin!"

The ingredients were leftover from yesterday's takeout order. They spent a while browsing the app's comments section for the takeout box. The takeout came in a flat, rectangular plastic box for the dumplings, with a deep soup container underneath, perfect for growing beans—the dumplings and soup actually tasted pretty good.

I had watched the tutorial and it seemed so easy, but I never thought it would be so difficult to cut the holes. It was hard to poke the holes and to get the shape right.

Furious, Su Qiong yanked hard, causing the scissors to scrape against her finger. Startled by the falling scissors, she clamped her arm, catching them just in time. Blood spurted from her knuckles and the sharp tips of the scissors.

Su Qiong:!

It hurt so much that she gasped, and with trembling hands she hurriedly let go of the plastic box and gently took the scissors away.

Mu Yunting heard Su Qiong gasp and looked up, just in time to see more blood slowly spreading across Su Qiong's fair fingers. He quickly put down what he was holding and asked, "Are you okay?"

Su Qiong looked at her finger, which was pinched by Mu Yunting. Before she could say anything, she saw Mu Yunting press the bleeding part of her finger to his lips. She felt a warm and wet sensation, as if something soft and warm brushed against the wound. As she realized what was happening, her face suddenly turned red and she froze.

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and Su Qiong felt dizzy. She opened her eyes and saw a clean ceiling, and behind her was the touch of a cold, hard floor.

It turned out to be a dream.

She got up from the floor, opened her phone, and found that it was just past five o'clock. She lifted the quilt from under her and lay back on the bed.

Su Qiong raised her left hand. Her index finger, bandaged with gauze, felt a slight tingle. She probably thought it was the source of the pain in her dream. She sighed, rolled up the quilt and tucked it between her legs. She turned on her phone, opened "Fate," and deftly tapped on her friend's icon. With a single click, she sent a heart, completing her daily activities.

Mu Yunting's profile picture was gray, and the time he was online was four hours ago. Goodness, he was still online at one in the morning. She clicked on Mu Yunting's postcard display and found that he had another SSR card. She liked his display box.

They had already finished planting the mung beans in the container yesterday, and the scene in the dream was a replay of yesterday's. It was indeed a container specially left behind for eating dumplings, and Su Qiong had indeed gloriously cut her finger. The only difference was that there was no scene where Mu Yunting kissed her finger!

Su Qiong held her phone with her index finger raised, and with her right hand, she opened the new card she had drawn last night - the youth campus junior story card. The source of the twisted plot in her dream was this card she had seen last night.

The original plot of the card is that "I" made puffs, pinched the puffs to feed the younger brother whose hands were dirty from playing basketball. The younger brother licked the cream that overflowed from my hands, and saw "I" blushing, flustered and grinning.

The brain was inexplicably reorganized, and this plot of licking wounds appeared.

Su Qiong was still screaming and groaning last night, banging her head against the pillow in bed, silently screaming, "Sweet, sweet! So good, so good!" Today, she couldn't bear to look at this card. Her heart was filled with complex emotions. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, the dream's seemingly real plot still made her feel extremely embarrassed. She quickly cleared her mind, finished her Nikkatsu game, threw away her phone, and stretched out on her bed in a daze.

No obvious sleepiness.