Li Yuheng noticed that the prepared incense stick on the offering table was still deserted.
The incense offering must be lit for the ceremony to be complete, and only then will the potato chips taste even better.
So he swallowed the potato chip in his mouth, stretched out his finger, which still had a few grains of salt on it, from the shadows, touched the incense stick in the air, and then turned to Shu Bai, the meaning of which was all too clear: You should light this incense.
Shu Bai clearly received this signal.
His face was expressionless, but his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he had a thousand words stuck in his throat.
However, he eventually did as he was told and stepped forward, a faint light flashing at his fingertips as he lit the stick of incense.
A wisp of smoke rose, and the aroma of sandalwood gradually filled the air, mingling strangely with the fried smell of potato chips.
After doing all this, Shu Bai took a step back, put his hands behind his back again, looked at the dark figure chewing potato chips again, and finally spoke.
"Guardian deity, I forgot to light incense just now. It was my oversight, and I apologize to you."
Then he changed the subject, his tone becoming more earnest: "However, your action of pointing your finger directly at someone was truly inappropriate. Even if you are a deity, you should still observe basic etiquette. 'Do not do what is improper,' as the ancient saying goes, and I urge you to remember that in the future."
Li Yuheng raised an eyebrow.
He looked outside at Shu Bai, who was expressionless and speaking the most disrespectful words in a serious tone.
This little color-correcting master is so audacious, daring to lecture his guardian angel?
Li Yuheng rolled his eyes and gently rubbed the bits of potato chip crumbs and salt on his fingertips.
A wisp of extremely thin black smoke swiftly shot towards the pale forehead.
The movement was so fast that it left only a blur.
Shu Bai had no time to react. He felt a chill on his forehead, as if he had been hit by a drop of ice water, and instinctively closed his eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, the wisp of black mist had vanished without a trace, leaving only a slightly cool sensation.
He froze, raised his hand to touch his forehead, completely bewildered.
At that moment, a deep male voice rang out from the blurry shadows, its tone casual yet carrying an air of profound mystery:
"Yes."
Shu Bai: "..."
But?
What do you mean by "however"?
What kind of answer is this? Does it mean he accepted his "suggestion," or is he just showing off?
And why does that voice sound so young?
This was completely different from the dignified and imposing old man he had imagined…
Li Yuheng looked at Shu Bai's rare, bewildered expression with satisfaction, finding it even more amusing than eating potato chips.
He mentally gloated to 0090: "See that? That's what you call the aura of a leading man! Concise and to the point, full of style. One word, let him ponder it."
【Your Highness is truly awe-inspiring! A single word perfectly encapsulates your kingly demeanor. Mr. Shubai must be utterly awestruck by your mystery and power!】0090 is becoming increasingly proficient in his duties.
Li Yuheng agreed wholeheartedly and took another potato chip.
Yes, the incense is lit, the ceremony is complete, the potato chips taste even better, and my wife is right in front of me.
In the quiet room, the bag of potato chips rustled again.
Li Yuheng munched on potato chips, feeling increasingly unsatisfied with each bite.
Taking them one by one is really beneath his dignity as a leading man.
Then, that hand with distinct knuckles emerged from the shadows of the mural once more, scooped up the entire family-sized original flavor potato chip bag with a swift movement, and quickly retreated back into the dense darkness.
Shu Bai remained silent, only looking at him with a complicated expression.
In the painting, Li Yuheng is holding the bottom of a packaging bag and boldly pouring the crumbs inside into his mouth.
A moment later, he picked up the now shriveled and empty plastic bag and threw it back onto the altar.
The bag landed lightly on the table, making a slight sound.
Shu Bai's gaze slowly moved from the hand to the empty bag, his brows furrowed tightly.
His hands were still clearly covered with glistening salt grains and a little oil.
Shu Bai took out a plain cotton handkerchief, its fabric soft, and handed it towards the dark figure.
“Guardian deity, having enjoyed the offerings, you should also consider your dignity. Wipe yourself clean.”
Li Yuheng stared at the hand that handed over the handkerchief; the fingers were evenly spaced and dazzlingly clean.
The bad water is bubbling up.
He pressed down on the corners of his lips, then extended his hand with an air of nonchalance, palm facing upwards and fingertips slightly curled.
"Come here."
Shu Bai seemed to pause slightly, but eventually walked forward slowly.
The hem of the moon-white robe brushed against the dust, carrying a faint scent of sandalwood.
He leaned down, his fingers holding the handkerchief steady yet gentle.
Li Yuheng watched as that familiar face gradually magnified before his eyes.
Her long, sparse, white eyelashes concealed the emotions in her eyes, casting only a small, quiet shadow beneath them.
His breath was light, brushing against Li Yuheng's fingertips, which were covered in salt, bringing a slight tickle.
The handkerchief fell down, its soft cotton fabric carrying the cool body temperature of Shu Bai's fingertips, carefully wiping his knuckles and joints, removing oil stains and debris.
His movements were unhurried and focused, displaying the unique concentration characteristic of a color purifier.
Li Yuheng let him do as he pleased.
The only sounds in the quiet room were the soft rustling of fabric against skin and the barely audible breathing of the two people.
The wisps of incense smoke rose gently, blurring the silhouette of Shu Bai.
The dark earring swayed gently against his cheek, tracing an alluring arc.
Li Yuheng suddenly wanted to reach out and touch the earring.
But Shu Bai withdrew his hand at this moment and took a step back.
"alright."
Li Yuheng rubbed his fingertips together, where the softness and slight coolness of the handkerchief seemed to linger. He chuckled softly, his voice echoing in the shadows:
"It suits my taste perfectly."
Just then, the incense burned out.
“I am very pleased with today’s offering,” Li Yuheng said with satisfaction, and then made a new request, “Tomorrow, change it to barbecue flavor.”
Shu Bai paused in his movement as he was about to turn around.
"Guardian, it's not advisable to eat too much fried food..."
I've been eating these potato chips for over a decade... no, for hundreds of years...
“My mind is made up.” Li Yuheng’s answer was resolute.
I want to eat! I want to eat! I want to eat!
Nobody can stop it!
"……I see."
Li Yuheng smiled as he watched Shu Bai turn around, then reached out and pushed the door open. The light from the corridor outside the door outlined his slender back.
"Wait a minute," he suddenly said.
Shu Bai stopped by the door and turned to look back.
Li Yuheng's gaze fell on the dark earring on his left ear, which swayed gently as he turned his head.
With a thought, he released an extremely thin wisp of black energy, this time targeting the earring.
Shu Bai felt a chill on his earlobe. The earring that had been with him for many years had fallen off by itself, as if pulled by an invisible force, and suddenly flew into the shadows behind the altar and disappeared.
He subconsciously touched his empty earlobe, and a look of astonishment finally flashed in his eyes.
In the shadows, Li Yuheng held the earring, a strange sense of satisfaction rising within him.
His voice carried a hint of mocking laughter:
"Keep this here for now. Tomorrow, you can exchange it for potato chips."
Shu Bai stared at the dark shadow that had swallowed his earring, his lips pressed tightly together, and finally he uttered only two words: "...Okay."
The door was gently closed, and the quiet room returned to silence, leaving only the lingering aroma of potato chips and wisps of smoke.
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