The night passed, and Sheh didn't learn anything about the solar eclipse, but he did realize that Shi Jinzhe, who pretended to be nonchalant on the surface, was actually extremely concerned about being called a fraud.

As the morning sun streamed in, Shekh covered his head and pushed Shi Jinzhe aside, saying, "Go put on the blackout cloth, it's too bright."

"How can I see you clearly if you're pulled up like this?"

"You can see clearly at night, but you can't see it now that it's light?"

"Isn't this a better view?" Shi Jinzhe pulled the blanket down: "Once you get me, you don't cherish me anymore. You took me away without even asking me anything at first, and you won't let me go no matter what I say."

"Do you remember what you said back then?"

Shekh gently helped Shi Jinzhe recall that night, pushing him up with her hand, "Let me stay away from you."

"I didn't say that. I clearly said that you were on top of me."

Shi Jinzhe adhered to the principle that as long as I don't acknowledge it, it doesn't exist. He bent over, lowered his head to bite the red thread, and used the hand around Shehe's waist to press her down towards him.

"Like this."

"Nonsense." Shekh loosened his grip on the pillow and reached for the hand behind his back.

Neither of them would let go, and the two men were locked in a fierce struggle, their concave lower backs quickly becoming the battleground for dominance.

Before he could speak, Shekh's waist was twisted together by the two people's hands, and the bent knuckles pressed against his skin, quickly leaving pink marks.

Shi Jin was afraid of hurting her, so he gave in and let go first. After turning her over, he found that her head was covered in red marks.

The pink dots look like blooming flowers, and they're actually quite pretty.

"What kind of look is that?"

When Shekh turned his head, he was met with that indescribable look in his eyes, which clearly indicated that he was up to no good.

"Think of something that makes you happy."

"Are you sure it's me, and not you?"

"It's definitely you." Shi Jinzhe pulled Shehe over: "Wait."

Sher instinctively sensed something was wrong and pulled his leg back.

To everyone's surprise, a vine nearly as thick as a wrist sprouted from Shi Jinzhe's hand, winding around and blooming flowers.

Purple spikes hang down, their flowers abundant and fragrant, coiling like snakes, with slightly rough vines binding them, rubbing against the white jade-like surface to create a shimmering effect.

As Sher took a deep breath, the wisteria, true to its strangling nature, climbed even more aggressively.

Shi Jinzhe kissed her cheek and asked, "Doesn't it look like a snake?"

Shekh did not answer immediately, but looked up at Shi Jinzhe's face.

He was backlit, his bangs were messy, and his gaze was fixed intently on his own face, with an uncontrollable infatuation in his eyes that was exceptionally alluring.

She hooked her arms around him and hugged him tightly, becoming even more inseparable from him, indulging in the unknowable.

The swirling, intertwined branches rustled as the flowers fell, their purple petals constantly swirling between the body and the bed. The clear sap clung to the skin, shimmering softly in the sunlight.

...

Finally, the overflowing floral fragrance almost permeated her skin, and even after rinsing three times, Sherhe couldn't wash away the scent.

Sitting in the car going down the mountain, she opened the window and felt that everything she smelled now smelled like wisteria.

Shi Jinzhe saw that her arm was draped over the window, quite a distance from him, enough for another person to lie down.

"How about I conjure up a durian for you to cover up the smell?"

"You look like a durian to me."

"Then you should try it, I smell pretty good." Shi Jinzhe took the initiative to sit down, "Let me see if there are any marks left on my body."

Shekh didn't even turn his head. "Didn't you already eliminate them all? There's nothing left."

“I’m afraid I might miss something. What if your neck or hands are sticking out and someone thinks I hit you?”

Aside from the players, who in the original world, upon seeing Shekh, wouldn't say that she was a vulnerable group? If she acted strangely, he would be reported by "well-meaning people" the next day.

I will help you clarify things.

"To be honest, your way of clarifying things is worse than letting people misunderstand me as having violent tendencies."

Shi Jinzhe had no doubt that Shekh could bluntly say some things that would make people die.

Shekh didn't hold back in criticizing him, "That tent alone is enough to make you the subject of gossip. Even if you clean it up, you can't hide the traces of those flowers."

"Well, you like it, so let's talk about it."

"That sounds nice." Shekh turned and gave Shi Jin a broken arm. "Check it."

"Saying one thing and meaning another."

Shi Jinzhe claimed it was an inspection, but he was really just holding her hand and wouldn't let go. "Want to take a look around the city? I heard there are lots of good places to eat."

When can we eat?

"You can get there by going down the mountain."

"Then tell the driver to hurry up." Shech closed the window. "Give me your phone, I want to see what good food is available."

Shi Jinzhe handed over the phone, and after unlocking it, he saw that someone had sent him a message on the survival game app last night.

Jiang Jin: [Fu Guan is asking me for your game contact information. Could you please reply if you see this?]

Shekh saw this and asked, "Did Fu Guan complete the promised delivery of butterflies?"

"Most likely." Shi Jin replied to the message, agreeing to let Jiang Jin provide his contact information.

He exited the chat list and clicked on the player forum that he hadn't looked at in a long time. As soon as he entered, a post floating on the homepage caught their attention.

What's it like to encounter a pair of bosses in a dungeon that you can't escape no matter what you do?

The poster was in tears, writing words that pierced the heart. The first sentence was, "I am terrified of snakes, but I never expected that this boss would be a giant snake that was always by my side!"

The other victims who rushed over from below enthusiastically typed "666" and poured out their grievances.

The bosses in the past were deadly, but this one in the dungeon, while not killing you, just loves to scare you.

The psychological trauma caused by repeated surprise visits is no less than that of the homeroom teacher appearing at the back door of the classroom, the boss calling you in the middle of the night to wake you up, the dog that you can't escape from when you're sneaking snacks, and the mom who keeps calling you nonstop.

Even though the injury may not be severe, it can easily trigger a stress response that can last a lifetime!