Chapter 67 Midnight Mystery: "I'll sell you for money."

The night was gentle, and the wind rustled through the dense leaves outside the window.

Such scenery always makes people feel very comfortable.

Sang Li really liked Lu Jin's apartment.

After living here for the past two months, the furniture and decorations have changed quite a bit, and it feels much cozier now.

And, Lu Jin, who never used to watch TV, actually subscribed to all the video streaming services on TV, which would cost him a couple thousand yuan a year. He said it wasn't that expensive, and watching TV was a good way to pass the time. So sometimes the two of them would sit on the sofa and watch movies, like a series of horror films.

However, Sang Li watched the movie alone today.

I chose a Siren.

Bai Heng sat not far from her, a cup of cold black tea beside him. He hadn't watched a movie and didn't seem to enjoy this kind of mainstream entertainment. Sang Li didn't know what Bai Heng usually did in his daily life; was he always reading?

Unlike her, she has never wanted to see long passages of text since graduating from university.

Yes, the brain has degenerated.

"Are you reading a paper?" Sang Li turned to ask him, her tone languid. "Will my movie sound effects disturb you?"

“No need to disturb you. Besides the paper, I also have BEAM analysis materials.” Bai Heng adjusted his glasses, his tone as gentle as ever. “The regular meeting is about to start, so I need to organize this in advance. There’s a lot of new data lately. Otherwise, where do you think the abnormal gene data in the files came from?”

"That must be really tough." Sang Li rested her chin on her hand and glanced at him, her tone like that of an older sister sympathizing with a child. "Do you usually just read papers and reports? That's so boring."

Bai Heng: "I'll go hiking."

Sang Li: "I didn't realize you were so strong and healthy."

Bai Heng felt that Sang Li's words had a hidden meaning, but he had no evidence: "Do I look sickly?"

“You look like a high-and-mighty beauty among sword cultivators,” Sang Li said.

Bai Heng asked, "What is that?"

Sang Li: "She's a very powerful character in the novel."

Bai Heng: "Thank you."

But judging from Sang Li's expression, it doesn't seem like it.

He searched on his phone for #SwordCultivatorHighPeakFlower, and the first result was "Are there any books where a cold and aloof sword cultivator master is seduced by a female disciple of the Hehuan Sect and falls from grace?"

Bai Heng couldn't understand it, but he felt it wasn't a good thing.

After the end credits rolled, it was getting late.

Li got up, stretched, yawned, and walked towards her room.

She didn't go into Lu Jin's bedroom. Although she was used to living there, she suddenly felt uncomfortable now that he wasn't there.

Besides, Bai Heng was in the living room, so she still had a little sense of propriety.

Don't go into other men's dens.

"I'm going to sleep," Sang Li said. "You should go to sleep early too, you have to drive tomorrow. But if you're tired, I can drive you too."

“Good, you must be a very good driver.” Bai Heng smiled. “By the way, I’ll come in tomorrow morning to check on you and make sure you’re in stable condition. It’s not to monitor you, it’s just routine security.”

“I know,” Sang Li gestured, “You’re even more like a butler than Lu Jin.”

"Then you can treat me like a housekeeper tonight," Bai Heng chuckled. "Sleep well, don't lock the door, and I won't do anything to you in the middle of the night."

"I'm not a little kid."

"In my opinion, you're not much different from a three-year-old."

Go back to the house.

close the door.

bath.

Go to bed.

It's exactly ten o'clock.

Sang Li took a picture of her bedroom for Lu Jin: [Ready to sleep, huh?]

Lu Jin patted my little leather whip and said: "Your Majesty, spare me!"

She hadn't lain in this bed for a long time.

I mostly change clothes and draw in this room; I rarely sleep.

She couldn't even remember how many days she had slept with Lu Jin.

That's it, it's like someone who can't sleep anymore.

I wonder how the operation to capture Lu Jin is going?

Is it very dangerous?

However, no matter what kind of action is taken, Lu Jin can handle it.

However, Sang Li also did not want Lu Jin and Chi Du to resolve their differences.

Sang Li rolled over and started searching for vacation spots for tomorrow.

Although this is not ideal, as others are working while you are relaxing.

But... isn't life all about someone carrying the burden for you?

Although thinking this way is very immoral.

But having already borne the burden for others, it's already quite nice of an S-level anomaly not to cause trouble.

Besides, they've completely chosen the wrong target.

Chidu is not in the South China Sea at all.

It's right beside me.

Sang Li watched videos for a while, then prepared to go to sleep.

Turn off the lights.

Close your eyes.

Sudden.

The mattress dipped slightly beside her.

It felt like someone had suddenly lay down next to me.

It was an extremely subtle yet undeniable feeling of sinking down; she felt warmth enveloping her, and a familiar scent permeated and lingered around her.

The feeling Lu Jin gave me was completely different.

Someone appeared on her bed!

Sang Li suddenly opened her eyes.

In the darkness, she almost instinctively reached for the bedside lamp, but before she could touch the lampshade, her fingertips bumped into a warm wrist: "Don't turn on the light, it's me."

She suddenly stopped moving and looked in the direction of the blurry outline.

Sang Li still turned on the light.

That face rested quietly against her bed, its features exquisitely beautiful, its eyelashes casting soft shadows, and the curve of its smile perfectly balanced. Its shoulder-length hair was slightly damp, faintly exuding a salty scent, as if it had just been touched by the sea breeze. Its eyes were bright, sparkling more brilliantly than the most precious gems in the world.

Like the sun.

Chidu.

He just showed up as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He has absolutely no psychological barriers; whenever he wants to appear, he can come to his side at any time.

That is his extraordinary ability.

"you……"

"Yes, it's me."

He moved closer to Sang Li, took out a warm, smooth conch shell from his palm, and placed it in her hand.

"This is for you. Isn't it pretty? It's pink and has a small pearl inside. It's perfect as a necklace."

“You…” Sang Li’s fingers tightened slightly, her fingertips feeling the smooth curve of the seashell, while she could already smell the dampness at the tip of her nose.

Could it be that they suddenly returned from the South China Sea?

Sang Li asked, "How did you get in? Weren't you in the South China Sea?"

“I told you, I can come to you anytime.” Chi Du leaned against her pillow and looked at her sideways.

The two were very close.

"You're not planning to stay all night again, are you?" Sang Li looked up at him, her heart pounding wildly.

To be honest, I feel a little sorry for Lu Jin.

They came up empty-handed.

"Come on, I'll take you somewhere."

Chi Du's voice carried a hint of seduction and allure that only comes with the darkness of night.

Sang Li had just been coaxed back onto her pillow, and now, with her eyes half-open and a look of suspicion on her face, she said, "I thought you just wanted to sleep with me. You actually want to seduce me in the middle of the night? That's immoral."

Chi Du paused for a moment, then laughed, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "We've done that kind of thing too many times already, what's one more time? Don't you think?"

Sang Li's mind seemed to be struck by a sudden electric current, and she was somewhat incredulous. "Really? You drag me out to play every night? Are we some kind of rats in the gutter, only able to appear at night?"

"..."

Chi Du: "You've really changed. At least you wouldn't have described yourself as a rat before."

Sang Li: "What, it's become something you don't like?"

Chi Du smiled and said, "So cute."

Sang Li: Ah.

“Once, we stayed at the forest bookstore for a whole night.” Chi Du’s eyes lit up slightly. Although it was his own memory, Sang Li would remember it someday. “You nestled in my arms, reading a book while watching the night deer running outside the window. The starry sky was especially beautiful, and the air was very fresh.”

"Another time, you insisted on picking wild berries to eat. As a result, your face turned completely red, and you had an allergic reaction all over your body. You scratched yourself in bed all night and even cursed that you never wanted to see fruit again. But the next day at the market, you bought a whole bagful."

Sang Li opened her mouth: "I have absolutely no recollection of that. Was that berry delicious?"

Sure enough, I still love to eat.

"It's very sweet."

Sang Li was a little hungry: "Is it red?"

"yes."

Chi Du raised his hand and stroked her forehead: "Isn't it a bit of a waste if we just sleep at night? You should be able to do something more interesting. It's been a long time since you went out to play, hasn't it? Go to a very, very far place."

He took a cup of milk tea that had appeared out of nowhere from the bedside table, inserted a straw, and held it to her lips: "Isn't this your favorite brand of red bean milk tea? I brought it especially for you tonight. Don't sleep, let's go."

Sang Li paused for a moment, staring at the rising steam from the milk tea, her lips moving slightly.

The sweetness is just right, and the temperature is perfect too.

but.

Now, it's not just one man buying this flavor of milk tea for himself.

I always felt there was something scummy about him.

No, this isn't scum.

This is called "idol worship".

Let's go.

Chi Du reached out and covered her eyes.

"Close your eyes, don't peek."

His palms were warm, and his movements were gentle.

Are we about to time travel?

The next second, Sang Li felt a slight tremor.

It wasn't the dizzying feeling of weightlessness, but rather like walking on clouds on ocean waves, spinning around, yet surprisingly gentle, soft, and even a little addictive.

There will be absolutely no feeling of nausea.

She instinctively reached out as if to grab something, but all she found was Chi Du's gentle yet firm hand.

A few seconds later, the sound of the wind in my ears stopped.

Chi Du slowly moved his palm away: "Alright, you can open your eyes now."

The moment Sang Li opened her eyes, she almost lost her breath.

They stood in the desert at night.

A real desert.

The boundless golden hue was enveloped by the night, turning into a deep, soft bluish-brown. The sky was vast, with the Milky Way cascading down from the heavens, and countless stars hanging from the horizon, seemingly within reach.

The wind ripples across the sand dunes, like a goddess's veil, and everything is as still as a fairy tale.

Sang Li stood there, stunned, her eyes reflecting the entire Milky Way.

"Holy crap."

Ike Watari: ?

Sang Li smiled sheepishly, admitting that her vocabulary had become excessively limited lately.

Now we should recite a poem.

But when I searched my memory for poems about deserts, I couldn't come up with any.

All I can say is that it's like the Milky Way falling from the ninth heaven.

Sang Li asked, "Where is this?"

Chi Du did not answer, but simply took her hand and led her a few steps forward.

Behind the sand dunes, a small, warm yellow tent stands on the soft sand. Inside, candles are lit, and the light spills through the fabric, like a small lamp sheltered by the night.

The inside of the tent is a cozy little house.

There was a thick, soft wool carpet, a double bed, cushions scattered around, and intricate patterns embroidered on the carpet.

It's clean, a deluxe version of the Gypsy style.

On the small table in the corner was a whole plate of fruit, potato chips, chocolate, as well as her favorite peach-flavored soda and butter cookies.

Sang Li was completely stunned: "You...you even made arrangements in advance?"

Chi Du chuckled lightly: "You think I'm just saying that? When have I ever gone out with you without making sure everything was properly arranged?"

How did you do that?

Ike Watari: "I can go wherever you want to go, is that so difficult?"

Sang Li pursed her lips and remained silent for two seconds: "Then you don't need a plane ticket?"

Chi Du: "Yes, you are too."

Wow, that's a perfect anomalous ability.

It's much more practical than mine.

If things go well, you might even be able to start a tour group and make money.

If she could, she would teleport to the back of an African elephant to watch the Great Migration.

Chi Du chuckled and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Sang Li bluntly stated: "I'll sell you to make money."

She leaned closer to Chi Du: "But you really do have the ability to travel through space? That's too much! It's infuriating to compare yourself to others. Could it be dream manipulation?"

Chi Du: "Don't we even have this much trust between us?"

Sang Li narrowed her eyes and suddenly reached out and pinched Chi Du's arm hard.

"Ouch!" Chi Du winced in pain, and tried to dodge backward, but failed. "What are you doing? Why are you pinching people all the time?"

Sang Li stared at him relentlessly: "Does it hurt?"

"Of course it hurts, of course it hurts."

“Oh, then it wasn’t a dream.” She nodded, her face serious.

Chi Du was amused by her, enduring the red marks on his arm: "Now you believe me, right? Where else do you want to go? You can make a list, and we'll go to each place one by one."

Sang Li gazed at the vast starry sky outside the tent, then tilted her head back and collapsed onto the soft bed, sinking into it.

Chi Du got into bed: "This place is so much better than your cramped bedroom, isn't it? Don't you think I love you a lot?"

He raised his hand, and with a few clicks, the tent roof slowly retracted, revealing a transparent plastic dome at the top. The entire tent resembled a transparent glass heart isolated in the desert, its surface pulsating with light.

Chi Du casually blew out the candle, and starlight instantly filled the area around them.

The stars seemed to be scattered on their faces, shoulders, and fingers, creating a serene and peaceful scene.

Sang Li tilted her head back, motionless, her eyes shining like an unknown star in the night sky.

Such a scene has never occurred in the games I play.

It's very romantic.

It's captivating.

but.

Sang Li suddenly turned around and looked up at Chi Du.

The night was like a ripple on water, flowing in her eyes.

"Then let me ask you a question," she said, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, "Since you said we have such a good relationship..."

"Um?"

She paused, then added, "I sleep a lot, though I don't know what kind of 'sleep' it is."

Chi Du's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his gaze shifted for a moment.

Sang Li laughed even harder, as if deliberately teasing him, and continued to ask, "Then why did you leave me all alone?"

As soon as those words were spoken, the night wind seemed to suddenly stop.

Chi Du's lips still maintained their usual gentle curve, but the smile no longer extended into his eyes.

Instead, a sense of desolation emerged.

He was silent for a moment, then said softly, "That memory wasn't very pleasant."

"You don't want to talk about it?" Sang Li stared at him. "Or have you done something shameful?"

Chi Du's eyebrows twitched, but he didn't avoid her gaze. He simply said in a deep voice, "It's not that you did anything wrong, it's that I did."

"...You wouldn't betray me, would you?" Sang Li's tone suddenly turned cold.

Chi Du's hand froze in mid-air, as if he was about to reach out and touch her hair, but was rooted to the spot by those words.

He gazed at her, his eyes like a glass of water brimming with too many stories, on the verge of overflowing, yet carefully restraining himself.

Ripples spread out in concentric circles.

silence.

The two remained silent.