After sending the message, Zhang Youye put down his phone, grabbed a cushion, and buried his face in it.

It has to be said that Grandpa Shu has a good eye for people, which is why he felt so comfortable letting him stay overnight at the ancestral home.

After mentally berating himself for his cowardly side, Zhang Youye threw down the cushion and got up from the sofa in a daze.

After washing up, he saw that Bozai had finally sent over the edited video, and he quickly forwarded it to Shuyi.

After receiving a cute "ok" emoji in response, Zhang Youye grinned, dried his hair, and sat back down on the sofa.

I picked up the cigarette pack from the coffee table and saw that it was now completely empty.

What can I do if I have a craving for cigarettes but no cigarettes?

He smacked his lips a few times, then suddenly remembered that he had bought a lot of cigarettes for Shuyi last time, so he typed a message to ask.

Do you still have any cigarettes?

The skydiving video is quite long, over an hour, and even has background music.

With a helpless smile, just as she was about to extend the video call to after boarding the plane, her phone vibrated again. Shu Yi switched to the video feed and saw a message from Zhang Youye.

She got up, lifted the covers, took out cigarettes from her bag, and took a few photos.

【Yes, which one do you want to draw? I'll have Tingli deliver it to you.】

"Either is fine, just give me two packs first."

She gestured for him to wait a moment, then pushed open the door and left. She went to Tingli's bedroom and knocked on the door.

When she received no response, Shu Yi gently pushed open the door and saw that the girl was not sleeping in bed.

Instead of sleeping in his room late at night, he's probably in the kitchen cooking a midnight snack with some girls.

She thought about sending a message to Zhang Youye to ask him to wait a little longer, but she didn't know how long it would take until Tingli and the girls came back after their late-night snack.

It's better to deliver it to him myself; it'll save me the trouble.

Thinking about it that way.

Shu Yi turned around and went back into the house to put on a coat.

After dressing herself in front of the mirror, she took her phone and cigarettes, left the East Wing, and headed straight for Zhang Youye's guest room.

The ancestral home has a great layout and many narrow paths.

After choosing a shortcut, it took about ten minutes to walk around her grandfather's residence and arrive at Zhang Youye's guest room area.

Having lived in the ancestral home for so long, Shu Yi had already figured out the internal structure very well.

Familiar with the place, they arrived downstairs at the guest room where Zhang Youye was staying and looked up to see a room with lights on on the second floor.

The night air was chilly, so she wrapped her coat tighter around herself and quickly walked up the stairs.

Currently, only Zhang Youye lives in the guest room area, so the surroundings are extremely quiet.

Tonight, for some reason, the famous bird that Grandpa kept in the ancestral home stopped chirping enthusiastically.

The only shelter from the wind was the balcony, and apart from the howling wind, even breathing was almost impossible to hear.

The surroundings felt eerily strange, as if I were in another dimension.

My gaze drifted out from the balcony towards the horizon.

In the pitch-black darkness, she felt as if a bloodthirsty monster, drooling and with its gaping maw, would pounce on her at any moment.

Amused by the strange idea, Shu Yi walked to the room with the lights on and was about to knock on the door.

Suddenly, everything went dark.

The lights inside the room were turned off.

No, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that even the lit areas downstairs seemed to be dark.

Shu Yi turned around and looked.

Not only in this guest room area, but also along the path we walked, there were no lights.

With some doubt in her mind, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

Before she could open her mouth to speak, the door was opened, and Zhang Youye's voice came from beside her.

"Tingli, has the Shu family stopped...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the woman with delicate features in front of him.

Zhang Youye's deep, dark eyes narrowed again and again, he was so surprised that his tone became stammering.

"Why are you the one delivering it? Where is Ting? Where is Tingli?"

Shu Yi handed him the cigarette in her hand and explained.

"I just went to check, and Tingli isn't in her room. I guess she went to the kitchen for a late-night snack. I was too lazy to wait for her to come back, so I came to bring it to you myself."

After she finished speaking, seeing that he didn't intend to reach out to quit smoking, Shu Yi urged softly, "Take it, didn't you want to smoke? What's wrong with you?"

A fair-skinned, beautiful woman, exuding an indescribable fragrance, was unaware of just how attractive she was to the stunned man before her.

With the help of the night breeze, the woman's unique body fragrance and hair scent began to waft into Zhang Youye's nostrils, almost making him lose control.

This is the first time in my life.

Zhang Youye hates wind so much.

Standing upright amidst the thick ink, he struggled to suppress the urge of hormones raging within him.

He naturally raised his hand to take the cigarette, tilted his head and coughed a few times, trying his best to keep his voice on track.

Thanks, would you like me to take you home?

Shu Yi waved her hand and pretended to turn around.

"No need, I can go back by myself. It's probably just a power outage. It should be fixed soon once Uncle Wei finds out. You should get some rest."

He subconsciously gripped the cigarette pack in his hand until the slender figure in his sight was almost gone at the end of the corridor. Zhang Youye spoke again: "Have you finished watching the video?"

Shu Yi stopped and looked back, her back straight, and smiled gently: "Not yet, the video is quite long. I was just about to watch it when I received your message."

“Okay, then you can go back and take your time to look at it. Anyway, I’ll be here the whole time,” Zhang Youye said again.

Shu Yi sensed that there was more to his words, and after a slight pause, she decided not to delve into it further.

She waved to him casually, then disappeared at the end of the corridor and headed downstairs.

I walked down the last step and out from under the eaves.

As if guided by some strange force, a voice suddenly echoed in Shu Yi's mind—

Let's look back now.

So she stopped in her tracks and suddenly turned around.

It lingered under the silvery, cool moonlight.

The young master on the balcony leaned back leisurely against the balcony railing.

He clasped his hands together, his bony wrists exposed, a cigarette between his fingertips, and looked down at her.

Even when he was immersed in the night and about to become one with the ink, his tall and strong figure was still clearly visible.

Seemingly noticing her stop and turn around, the scarlet tip of his fingertip gleamed.

In the sparse, swirling white smoke, in Shu Yi's vision, the aura emanating from him.

It is the spiritedness that only a young person can possess.

Meeting her gaze, he looked at her silently, his gaze filled with a disdain for everything yet also with a burning passion for her.

The surge of emotions came so inexplicably.

Shu Yi's breathing seemed to stop for a moment, and even her brain was forced to stop working.

When she met those eyes, which were as fiery as a blazing sun, she couldn't stop the rare emotions from overflowing within her, letting his gaze burn her heart.

At that moment, she suddenly longed to take with her the pounding heart that was rising and falling in her chest.

He met his recklessness.

Together with spirited young men.

Drowning in his deep, dark eyes, completely submerged in the darkness where only he existed.