6 Chapter 6

He still carried that piece of junk with him.

Song Jinyu: "..."

He failed to do anything wrong and got caught red-handed.

He was unreasonable, yet he spoke with great conviction.

Why are you interfering with my life? You've ruined me, so what if I smashed a couple of your books and wrote a couple of words in your notebook?

"You smashed two of my books, wrote two words in my notebook..." Xiao Ji scoffed. "After you've smashed them and written them, what are you planning to do next? Are you planning to run out the window?"

Song Jinyu choked for a moment, but still stubbornly stuck out her neck.

My legs are my own, so what's it to you where I go?

Xiao Ji said coldly, "Do you know where you are? Do you know how far this is from your home? With legs that are only five or six centimeters long, where do you think you're going to run to? Go outside and get caught as a monster?"

What if he had arrived a moment later? He would have let Song Jinyu climb out of the window. In the vast sea of ​​people, where would he have found a doll that was only the size of his palm?

This time, Song Jinyu was genuinely a little guilty.

He gets easily carried away and acts impulsively without considering the consequences.

He typed while holding the pen.

I know I acted impulsively just now. I haven't even run away yet. Could you please run back and take me home? My parents will treat you to a meal later...

Xiao Ji watched him type away, head down, hands and feet working together, so engrossed that he didn't even notice half of the washcloth wrapped around his body had fallen off.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a single word he liked.

He pulled the washcloth up a little more and said slowly, "Are you sure your parents will accept you going back like this?"

Song Jinyu hesitated.

I see you're quite receptive...

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Ji interrupted him, "I am me, and your parents are your parents. They've finally calmed down, and if you go to see them and something else happens in the future, they might not be able to accept it."

Song Jinyu thought about it and realized he was right. What if he was actually dead, and the one possessing the doll was his ghost? If he went to see his parents, and the underworld officials came to collect his soul, wouldn't his parents have to suffer the pain of losing their son a second time?

What should we do then?

Xiao Ji said, "We need to figure out why you've become like this. As for your parents, I'll try to find out first. If they can accept it, then I'll take you there."

He made a lot of sense, but Song Jinyu still felt inexplicably annoyed. However, besides Xiao Ji, he had nowhere else to go.

He raised his hand, turned his neck, and tried to turn his head back to see the expression on his face, but the range of his neck rotation was limited, so he failed and could only continue typing.

Remember my figurine...

You heartless bastard.

Seeing him sticking his butt out and still trying to type, Xiao Ji placed his cool fingertips on the bottom of the pen and gently pushed it, flipping him and the pen over onto the table.

Caught off guard, Song Jinyu landed face-first on the ground: "..."

He rolled over and saw someone's fingertips hovering in mid-air. Seeing him look over, Xiao Ji showed no remorse for being caught. He twirled his fingertips in front of Song Jinyu and asked, "Does the doll feel pain?"

Whether or not you feel pain, is that a reason for you to touch yourself?

Song Jinyu jumped up and hit Xiao Ji's wrist.

The washcloth wrapped around his chest slipped completely down, and the man's fingers pressed down on his shoulder. He grabbed his hand and kicked him in the palm.

Xiao Ji let him kick her until he was satisfied before speaking, "Song Jinyu, your clothes fell off."

So what if it's lost? It's not his body anyway.

Thinking this, Song Jinyu bent down and picked up the washcloth.

Some of the makeup on the BJD doll's face had been smudged, and its eyelashes weren't as long and curled as before. Despite having a cool and aloof mature woman's face, Xiao Ji sensed a hint of sullenness.

He pried open Song Jinyu's stiff and clumsy hands and wrapped the washcloth around his head again. To prevent it from falling down again, he found a paperclip from the drawer and stuck it behind the doll.

Song Jinyu jumped on the table, and luckily the doll's chest was big enough to hold the washcloth firmly in place. He jumped several times without it falling off.

He pointed to the washcloth on his body.

Is he going to wear this all the time?

Xiao Ji picked up the tablet that was under his foot and downloaded a food delivery and shopping app on the spot. "Let's see if we can buy clothes through food delivery first. If not, we'll make do for a couple of days and order online."

Food delivery was available, but there weren't many styles of clothes. Song Jinyu sat in front of her notebook, holding a pen, carefully selecting her clothes.

Xiao Ji glanced at him, got up and closed the window, locking it right in front of him. Unless Song Jinyu was Popeye, he wouldn't be able to unlock it with his current physique.

After he finished, he moved the sitting doll back a bit, choosing a distance that was relatively easier on the eyes.

"You choose here, I'll go find the housekeeper to tidy up the living room and study."

Song Jinyu didn't move an inch.

The culprit showed no remorse whatsoever.

Xiao Ji went out.

His face only turned completely cold after he closed the bedroom door.

His fingers twitched involuntarily, but he pressed them down. He slowly exhaled and went to the washroom to wash his face with cold water.

The clean mirror reflected the man's exceptionally cold face. He looked at himself in the mirror, tugged at the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but let out a very faint smile.

That's good, Song Xingxing is still alive.

Xiao Ji thought: He should have noticed it yesterday.

Which brat would dare to be so bold in his house?

He washed his face and hands, and with his hands still damp, he took a talisman out of his pocket.

That was a talisman given to him by Li Muyuan's junior uncle that morning.

The talisman was drawn with an unknown material; although the lines were drawn in red, it shimmered with tiny golden light under the lamp.

Xiao Ji took out a lighter and lit the talisman.

The fire serpent flickered, and his dark eyes reflected the flame as he watched it gradually die out, finally turning to ashes and being carried away by the water.

He took out his phone and made a call.

"Help me investigate someone, a young Taoist priest from Fuxian Mountain, whose name is..." He paused for a few seconds, recalling Li Muyuan's words, before continuing:

"Jiang Hui."

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Song Jinyu initially only wanted to pick out clothes.

There were only a few clothes available on the food delivery platform, and most of them were dresses. Although he was female, he resolutely defended his masculine identity and only chose clothes and pants.

Xiao Ji didn't seem to know what he was doing, and he didn't come in for a long time. Bored, he gradually turned his attention to the video software.

Speaking of which...

It seems the anime he's watching has been updated.

...

When Xiao Ji came in after taking a shower, Song Jinyu didn't notice him at all.

The tablet was placed upright on the bedroom table, and opposite it, his T-shirt was crumpled into a crease, with a doll less than 20 centimeters tall lying in the middle. The washcloth he had pinned with a paperclip was now half-open from rubbing. He was sitting with his legs crossed, looking very bold, intently watching the tablet, and would unconsciously wave his hand when he saw something exciting.

Without even trying, Xiao Ji could picture Song Jinyu in human form in his mind.

He has had a baby face since he was a child. His face is round, his eyes are round, and when he purses his lips slightly, two sweet dimples appear. He has a very harmless appearance. Even when he is angry, his expression looks like he is being coquettish. He likes all things new and interesting. Everything in the world is attractive to him. Even an anime that is criticized online can be watched with great interest.

He has a good temper with everyone and can get along well with anyone.

Everyone likes him, and he likes many people too.

Over the years, the only person I've ever disliked, and the only person I've consistently disliked for so long, is Xiao Ji.

As the anime drew to a close, Song Jinyu sighed inwardly, feeling a sense of unease. Realizing something was amiss, she turned around and saw Xiao Ji standing right behind her.

Song Jinyu felt quite embarrassed for taking someone else's tablet to watch anime without permission. He stood up from under his clothes and pushed the tablet towards Xiao Ji.

Here you go.

Xiao Ji carried the minty scent of shower gel, and the moisture on his body was cold, as was his appearance.

"Finished watching?"

Actually, there are two more episodes, but you need a membership to watch them.

Song Jinyu rubbed her head and nodded slightly.

Xiao Ji didn't speak. He looked at the tablet, which was almost out of battery, found a data cable, plugged it in, and recharged his membership. He raised his hand and tapped the screen, and energetic music started playing, his cool voice blending into it.

"See?"

He sat down next to Song Jinyu, even curling the clothes into a position that better suited the doll's lying position.

Song Jinyu, however, found it difficult to concentrate on the story.

Even though they seem to be getting along well now, the truth is that they haven't spoken a word to each other for two whole months. The only time they talked was when Song Jinyu fell into the flower bed.

So much time has passed that Song Jinyu has forgotten when they last sat down together peacefully. He has also forgotten how they ended up like this, from being inseparable as children, to becoming rivals as adults, and now to being complete strangers.

Even though they can communicate peacefully now, Song Jinyu still feels awkward inside.

Fortunately, he couldn't speak.

Thinking this, his gaze involuntarily drifted towards Xiao Ji.

The weather is transitioning towards autumn, but the temperature in Pingjiang is still high. No matter what the weather is like, Xiao Ji always buttons his clothes all the way up, even his pajamas.

He sat upright, head slightly bowed, listening to the anime protagonist spout childish, cringeworthy lines, without revealing any other expression on his face.

He's always been like this, seemingly accepting of everything yet indifferent to everything.

This is the expression I make when I find out he's dead, and this is the expression I make when I discover he's turned into a doll.

Song Jinyu thought:

Is he able to accept it, or does he not care?

He didn't dare to think about it too much and focused his attention on anime.

His emotions came and went quickly. He watched the last half of the episode with great interest, and as the afternoon approached, he couldn't help but reach out and tug at Xiao Ji's sleeve.

He pointed to the face towel on his body that was almost falling apart.

Where are my clothes?

Xiao Ji raised his hand to fasten it for him.

His sleeve slid down, revealing his wrist, and a string of vermilion beads that was faintly visible caught Song Jinyu's eye.

He lost his balance and leaned back, but Xiao Ji reached out to support him.

So that touch of red disappeared back into his wrist.

Song Jinyu was surprised to find that Xiao Ji was still wearing this tattered thing.