Shi Jinzhe wiped her face. How could her logic be so closed-loop?

He thought about it seriously for a while and felt that it was all because the legend of the White Snake, which his ancestors compiled hundreds of years ago, left such an imagination for later generations, which made him unconsciously think in that direction.

Shi Jinzhe compromised: "I'm not afraid, nothing's wrong, I'm going to sleep."

He hasn't done anything wrong, so there's really nothing to be afraid of.

Shi Jinzhe dragged the blanket onto the bed, turned off the light, and lay down on the edge of the bed.

Shekh looked at the bed, then at Shi Jinzhe's retreating figure; there was a large gap between them.

She tucked her tail up to sleep in the bed with him, then folded it as she got closer, pulled his blanket over, and lay down inside.

It's easy to catch a cold in autumn, so Shekh covered the long tail with his own blanket.

Shi Jin folded her head on her bent arm, maintaining her side-lying position, burying her face in the gap created by her bent arm.

In the quiet room, he heard Shekh ask, "If we were in a dungeon right now, would you do this?"

"In the dungeon, all I think about is life and death; I have no interest in anything else."

"So now you're thinking about something else."

"..." Shi Jin slumped his shoulders and turned around. "Aren't you sleepy?"

If he continued, nothing he said would be right; he begged her to stop asking.

"My stomach is a little bloated." Shekh thought she had indeed eaten a lot for dinner. "I think I'm a bit too full."

Shi Jinzhe turned on the bedside lamp. This house wasn't haunted; it was haunted by evil spirits.

He rolled out of bed: "Let me go flip through some books," to see what to do if the snake gets too full.

I want to go for a walk.

Shekh didn't ask for his opinion, walked past the stagnant Shi Jinzhe, and picked up his clothes to change.

I went for a walk at 2 a.m.

Shi Jinzhe tilted his head back, closed his eyes for a moment, his chest heaved twice, and then turned around to change his clothes.

As night fell, two figures appeared in the forest park next to the residential area.

They wandered around with Shekh until dawn, when the old men who had been walking their dogs early in the morning had all gone out, before the two of them went home.

I was so tired that I fell asleep as soon as I got home, but I didn't forget to set an alarm for 8 o'clock before going to sleep.

The tension he had built up over a month in the dungeon would immediately give way once he relaxed, and he completely ignored the alarm clock while fast asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already evening.

Sheikh sat on the sofa, holding the book, flipping through it quickly, focusing only on the pictures.

She looked over and said, "Your phone has rung a lot."

Shi Jinzhe took out his phone, which showed more than twenty missed calls, all from the same number.

After all these years, I can recognize who it is even without a note.

He blacklisted the phone number and ignored it.

"You haven't eaten all day, why didn't you call me?"

I'm not hungry.

"Even if you're not hungry, you still have to eat normally." If you ate too much yesterday and went for a walk in the middle of the night, don't get up in the middle of the night and bite him if you're hungry today.

As dusk settled, Shi Jinzhe, fearing she might be tempted to visit the night market, asked the driver to take a longer route to a shopping mall.

While waiting for his food, he checked the status of the two skill cards. Sheikh, concerned about his big house, came over and looked at his phone with him, their heads close together.

The two of them completely covered their phone screens, so that not only could people not see the game app, but even the players themselves couldn't see it.

Yesterday, Shi Jinzhe used the auction mode to list the skill card in the trading area with a starting price of 800,000.

After a day's auction, "Invulnerable to All Poisons" fetched 1 million, while "Sure to Stay" was bid up to 3.2 million.

The price of 3.2 million was four hours ago, and no one has made a bid since then.

Schech stared at the numbers 0123, "There's still a long way to go."

"You'll achieve it if you work hard." This is just empty talk.

After looking at the price, he browsed the discussion forum for a while, but there was nothing of significance. However, there were a few posts discussing his auction post.

[I think the one that's immune to all poisons is pretty good too. Why only four bids? If this happens in a zombie apocalypse, it'll be awful.]

[No defense is effective. With only six seconds of absolute defense, you can easily escape the boss's attack range by using multiple speed-up items.]

If you have a really powerful attack item, you might be able to kill someone in six seconds.

[You guys didn't know this, did you? The reason the defense is so high is because there's an unwritten rule in the game: the fewer the skill names and the higher the level, the more useful it is.]

Is there really such a saying?

I understand that too. More words mean a more specific and targeted definition, which implicitly limits its scope of use. In other words, more words mean greater restriction, while fewer words mean more possibilities.

[This is true. I've seen a pro player whose skill only had two characters, and he carried the whole team.]

"I never knew there was such a saying."

The food was delivered by the service staff, and Shi Jin put away his phone and started feeding Shekh.

The two sat in a corner by the window. At first, no one noticed them. Later, a little girl tugged at her parent's sleeve and asked her mother, "Why does that girl have to be fed? Does it mean you don't love me if you don't feed me?"

"That lady might be having trouble making it," the young mother said, glancing at the two women who seemed not to have heard her.

He tapped the child on the head with the handle of a spoon, saying, "And what business is it of yours how other people eat? Hurry up and eat yours."

"Young people these days, in public places..."

Shekh was already used to the stares of those around him, and calmly fed the food one bite at a time.

Shi Jinzhe is more used to it than she is. She can't see, so it's normal for him to feed her.

Holding hands under the table, feeding each other on the table, the two people leaning against each other, each with an expression more composed than the last.

The coffee shop is diagonally opposite the restaurant.

The two young men frowned and pursed their lips, like two consecutive memes of elderly people on the subway. The one with the buzz cut was trying to figure out if the person feeding him was Shi Jinzhe.

Fearing he might have misread it, he even took out his phone, turned on the zoom function, and carefully compared the images.

"This is truly a tragic end...a dead end. Is he so desperate that he has nowhere else to go but to sell his body to be with a rich woman?"

Another woman with dyed red hair replied, "If a rich woman looked like that, I'd pay her to have her."

“Rich women aren’t as rich as you, don’t compete with poor people.” The crew-cut man asked, “Do you think the Cheng family is sick? Even if their own son comes back, they don’t have to kick out the person they’ve raised for twenty years. I heard from my mother that Cheng Yun went to the orphanage several times in order to adopt him.”

"Isn't that Cheng Youan's mother who finally gave birth to a child, only to have him lost and suffer a mental breakdown, now demanding her son from everyone she meets?"

The red-haired man said with a profound expression, "Our reincarnation is random, but the Cheng family carefully selects their adoptive parents. They don't just pick up and raise any random person."

The man with the buzz cut said, "Really? My mom said they littered pretty carelessly." He shrugged and gave the redhead a knowing look.

"Especially compared to Cheng Youan, they not only rushed him out of the way, but also cut off his escape route. I don't know what they mean by that."

"Well, my mom also said he was quite pitiful, but since the Cheng family said it was wrong of them to kick him when he was down, it would be considered that our family had a conscience." The red-haired man stroked his chin and rambled on.

In the restaurant, Shekh swallowed a mouthful of rice, raised his eyes beneath the ribbon, and gave Shi Jinzhe a serious look.