After rolling around countless times, seeing that Li Yuheng seemed determined to roll around all night, Shu Bai finally spoke:
"Alright, Li Yuheng, I admit defeat. Your skills are the best in the world, okay?"
Li Yuheng paused, then smugly hummed, "That's more like it."
He loosened his grip, the blanket unfurled, and he sat up with disheveled white hair, his face expressionless, but his ears were slightly red.
I don't know if it's from feeling stifled or angry.
Li Yuheng floated closer, his tone tinged with the smugness of a victor: "You know you were wrong? Will you dare say that to me again next time...?"
Before he finished speaking, Shu Bai suddenly raised his head, a bright smile blooming on his face, and beckoned to Li Yuheng with his finger.
"Come closer."
Li Yuheng was momentarily stunned by that smile and subconsciously leaned closer: "What? Now you know how to flatter me..."
"Splash—!"
With lightning speed, Shu Bai grabbed the blanket beside him and suddenly covered Li Yuheng's head with it!
His movements were quick, precise, and ruthless, displaying the efficient and skillful style of a color purifier.
"?!" Li Yuheng's vision went black as he was enveloped in a soft cotton fortress.
Before he could react, he felt an irresistible force press him face down onto the bed.
Shu Bai pressed the corner of the quilt tightly, wrapping it into a tight, airtight ball.
Li Yuheng protested silently inside, the blankets billowing as if harboring an untamed beast.
"Shu Bai! How dare you!"
"Hmm." Shu Bai responded calmly, his grip tightening slightly. "I learned it from you."
He simply pressed his entire body against it, using his weight to subdue the restless blanket.
Through the thick, soft cotton wadding, I could feel the thing underneath struggling in vain.
Li Yuheng's voice was hoarse, tinged with exasperated laughter, "You'd better think this through, or I'll get serious!"
Shu Bai remained unmoved, and even adjusted her posture to lie more steadily.
"Let's move. It'll be a good opportunity for Shu Huaijin and the others to see how their guardian angel fights with someone in bed."
The commotion inside the spool suddenly stopped.
A moment later, Li Yuheng's voice came out softly, with a hint of grievance: "...You're pressing on my hair."
Shu Bai didn't take the bait at all, saying, "That's perfect, I'll straighten it out for you."
"..."
The next second, Shu Bai felt a void beneath him as the bulging blanket deflated instantly.
"Li Yuheng?"
Shu Bai lifted the quilt, revealing that it was empty.
…
Youth has no price; the jade pendant goes straight to the Qin family.
He had long since forgotten the slight displeasure he felt at being sealed away by Shu Bai with a blanket.
Of course, this doesn't mean he forgot.
He'll ask for it again when he gets back.
There was something wrong with Qin Ren.
Shu Bai emphasizes evidence and procedures, but Li Yuheng doesn't have that many concerns.
Since you have doubts, then go directly to his subconscious and see for yourself.
Qin Ren was distracted at this moment, making it the perfect opportunity.
As for why we didn't come while Shu Bai was asleep?
Li Yuheng gave a soft hum.
At that time, he naturally had more important things to do.
He floated in the air with his arms crossed, admiring the city's night view all to himself.
very good.
Now he is the protagonist who was bullied by his lover and ran away in a huff.
Shu Bai must be filled with regret, and he is now saddened as he faces the empty bed.
Li Yuheng adjusted his expression, making himself look more cold and broken.
Even though no one can see it, the male lead's role cannot be abandoned.
…
Li Yuheng's spirit, like an invisible shadow, merged into the darkness of Qin Ren's small bedroom.
Qin Ren tossed and turned in bed, breathing rapidly, clearly trapped in a nightmare.
Li Yuheng chuckled silently, a glimmer of light gathering at his fingertips as he lightly touched Qin Ren's brow.
"Let me see what's really going on in your head."
Li Yuheng's divine sense was like a drop of ink falling into murky water, quickly spreading and invading the depths of Qin Ren's chaotic subconscious.
(The following are the immersive scenes and feelings that Li Yuheng saw in Qin Ren's subconscious, presented from Qin Ren's perspective.)
Quarrel.
It's so noisy.
Why is it always so noisy?
"The coffee is lukewarm! I wanted it piping hot! How can you run a shop like this?"
"The latte art is crooked, redo it."
"You're so slow, even a snail is faster than you!"
"Laugh? Can't you even laugh? Who are you trying to fool with that deadpan face? Are you laughing at me for getting dumped too?"
"Damn it, I searched for ages to find this store. I called you to deliver, and you didn't, huh? Fine, I told you not to deliver! I don't want it anymore! Go ahead and drink it, you think you're so great!"
Sounds, countless sounds.
Like a dull knife, it scrapes against the eardrum and nerves.
Every day, every day, every day.
With my eyes open, I hear the pickiness of customers; with my eyes closed, I hear my mother's cough.
Yes, Mom... Mom is sick, very sick, and needs money, lots and lots of money.
But why is business at the store always like this?
I've tried my best and been careful with every step, so why am I still making mistakes?
Why am I still not satisfied?
"Mom, don't go pick it up, I can manage..."
I watched my mother's hunched back. She turned around and smiled at me, her face sallow. "It's alright, Mom isn't tired. I'm just stretching a bit."
She was always smiling, no matter how difficult things got.
Like the trampled grass by the roadside, it bends down, waits for the rain to stop, and then slowly straightens up again.
I followed her example, bending down, smiling at everyone, saying "I'm sorry," "It'll be ready soon," and "Welcome to visit again next time."
But there's a place in my heart that feels like it's been eaten away by insects, crumbling away little by little.
Then, the man arrived.
They always order the cheapest Americano, but insist on sitting in the best spot, where they can sit for the entire afternoon.
The gaze, like a sticky, cold crawling insect, slithered across my body and face.
"Young Master Qin, your hands are so white."
"It must be tough running the shop all by yourself. How about I treat you to a late-night snack tonight?"
"What's with the high and mighty act? Isn't the point of opening a shop like this just for people to see?"
nausea.
nausea.
I wanted to throw the scalding coffee in his face.
But I can't.
My mother needs medical expenses, and we haven't even secured the rent for next quarter.
Tolerate.
My mother said to just bear with it, and it will pass.
She endured it all her life, until her father ran off with someone else, until she was riddled with illness, until... until that day.
That day, a few drunk young people treated the recycling station like a garbage can, kicking the cardboard boxes that the mother had painstakingly sorted out all over the place, laughing at her and calling her a "filthy old hag".
She didn't say anything, but silently picked up the cardboard boxes again and again and folded them neatly.
As usual.
When I went to see her in her room again in the early morning, she was lying on the cold wooden bed, her body already stiff.
Next to it was an empty pesticide bottle.
She didn't leave a single word.
He endured it all his life, but in the end, he couldn't bear it anymore in the most decisive way.
She died.
The last bit of warmth and support in my world has collapsed.
The shop must remain open.
You still have to force a smile.
The man's gaze was still like that of a reptile.
But something inside me has shattered completely.
Mom, you've endured so much your whole life, what have you gained in return?
If I try to endure like you, what will I gain?
That night, it was almost closing time.
A loud bang, a sharp screech of brakes, followed by screams.
I rushed out and saw two girls in school uniforms lying in a pool of blood.
So much blood, so red, it stung my eyes.
The car that caused the accident drove away.
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