Shekh, tail held high, watched with satisfaction and replied using his account, "Just eat the soles of the shoes."

Pooping upside down is too bad for her eyes, so she'll pass; she doesn't want to watch that.

After leaving the survival game forum, Sheh clicked into Shi Jinzhe's WeChat Moments and counted how many likes he had added. After counting, he was surprised to see some familiar faces in the group he never spoke to.

There are two links.

Amidst the screen full of "hahahaha," someone asked the person who posted the link: "Do you watch this kind of stuff every day? Did you develop feelings for Shi Jinzhe because he ignores you? How do you always manage to dig up this kind of stuff from the most obscure corners?"

Dude, this is something from our uncles' and aunts' generation. Can't you show us something newer?

After he finished speaking, he sent a new message.

[Just released today, right on trend, take a look!]

[Not just the two of you? Let me ask you something, are you two secretly closeted? If so, I'm leaving the group right now.]

[Bullshit, do you think I had four girlfriends for nothing?]

[Screenshot taken.]

A person whose profile picture was a photo of a mature woman with short, neatly cut hair suddenly spoke up.

The group was quiet for a few seconds, then people changed their profile pictures and nicknames, and some kept retracting their messages.

Shech glanced at the bathroom and clicked on the last link before it was removed.

The link led to a short article, and when he read the first sentence, Shekh's brow twitched.

"Who sent you to seduce me?"

The man fiddled with the Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist, his voice deep and magnetic, like a heavy cello. This frail woman must have been sent in by someone trying to frame him.

"Damn it, I actually reacted to you. You're the first woman to set me ablaze."

Shekh: ...

There's no need to treat things this way, even when they're completely broken...

Because it would be cruel to her too.

Turning his back, Sher lowered his phone screen and continued reading.

"Smack."

The blind woman slapped the drunk man in front of her.

"Open your dog eyes and look! This is my room. What kind of security does this hotel have? Why is the wrong person in my room? Aren't the room cards supposed to be the same? Are the security cameras broken? You're being picky about sexual harassment?"

As she spoke, she picked up her phone from the side, showing that being blind didn't prevent her from seeing things.

The blind woman quickly dialed 110, and the first thing she said when the call connected was, "I need to report a crime. Someone attempted rape."

The man's lips curled into a smile. "You're trying to play hard to get? I admit you've attracted me."

He grabbed the blind woman's chin and parted his thin lips slightly: "Look at me, remember what I look like!"

...

Shekh couldn't help but pick at his scales.

Could "blind" mean she's illiterate? She forced herself to keep reading.

The next day, the not-so-blind woman reported the president of the X Group to the anti-gang campaign and received a reward money before leaving City A.

Surprisingly, the man, while disgusted, shamefully couldn't forget the only woman who could make him hard.

If she doesn't dodge, he can't catch up.

The powerful CEO, who had connections to the highest levels of government, searched for five years and finally found the person after the blind woman returned from city B, which was less than 250 kilometers away from city A.

He took out a pair of solid gold handcuffs and said mockingly, "Little blind man, I've been looking for you for so long. This time you can't escape my grasp!"

...Shech held the phone upside down, screen facing down, and waited a couple of seconds before looking at it.

For the sake of the handcuff play, the blind girl did not run away this time.

The man was very satisfied and locked the person in the house, locked to the head of the bed.

"If I can't have your heart, then I'll have your body."

The man stood at the head of the bed, his lower body only wrapped in a white bath towel, and said, "Are you satisfied with what you saw?"

The blind woman shook her head, deciding not to judge people by their appearance. She said, "I'm blind."

"Little blind man, you're really stubborn."

For men, happy times pass in the blink of an eye.

Afterwards, the blind woman squeezed the pure gold bracelet until it deformed, then dropped it and ran away.

As he left, he turned back and said, "No, I really can't cure this."

Her words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head. The man's eyes turned red, his expression became gloomy, and he broke his Buddhist prayer beads.

The next day, the man appeared before everyone dressed in ice and snow, causing a sensation throughout the entire circle.

No one could have imagined that this ruthless business tycoon would be so devoted to an unknown blind boy...

One night! White hair!

...

This is outrageous content; I can't let Shi Jinzhe know about it, because he cares about it.

"What are you secretly looking at?"

Sheh suddenly gripped his phone, slowly turned around, and saw that Shi Jinzhe was slightly bent over, looking down at him.

She pursed her lips and gave a forced smile: "It's nothing."

Shi Jinzhe reached out his hand, "Your smile is never a good sign. Give me your phone, let me take a look."

Shekh hid his phone behind his back, and his big tail twisted around it.

Shi Jinzhe always felt that Shehe was hiding something. "What is it that you dare not look at openly, but are doing behind my back?"

"Don't ask anymore."

Shekh curled his tail, wrapped it around his waist and hung it on his shoulder, the tip of the tail hanging down from the collar of his pajamas.

Then I asked, "Why do you always wear pajamas after taking a shower?"

"...What else can we do?"

"You can just wear a towel."

"You've definitely seen something strange, or something that's detrimental to me."

Shi Jinzhe sat down casually and asked, "Husbands and wives should be honest with each other, don't you think?"

“Yes.” Shekh did not deny it, but added, “But one should also have their own private space.”

"On our very first day of marriage, you had a secret you couldn't tell me."

Shi Jinzhe patted his tail, his tone suggesting that he was a pitiful person who was no longer cherished after being taken advantage of, and could only sleep alone with his blanket.

"It's okay, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't. My wife comes first."

With its belly scales facing outwards, the snake's flipped tail could easily touch certain areas. Shekh, sensing that his hand was in the wrong place, retracted its tail.

Then they got entangled in a vine, and the two became intertwined like a tug-of-war, neither giving way.

“You can’t beat me.” Shekh tightened his snake tail and broke free from a vine.

True couples don't argue about winning or losing.

Shi Jinzhe pulled back the vine, and Shehe saw the broken vine that she had broken free of snatch Shi Jinzhe's phone from behind her. The two leaves moved nimbly and were thrown out in a smooth parabola.

Just as Shi Jin was about to grab the phone, Shekh's tail disappeared, and he straightened his legs to block it, managing to retrieve the phone.

Holding the phone that had been snatched back, Shekh waved it, "It's mine now."

“It’s yours,” Shi Jinzhe said, grasping her calf and lifting it onto his shoulder. “This one is mine now.”