Li Yuheng floated back to the offering table, casually picked up the newly opened bag of barbecue-flavored potato chips, and crunched them loudly.
"If you ask me, that girl's story isn't over yet." He swallowed a potato chip, his tone certain. "It's fate that her color fell into the line of fire. This destiny is incredibly karmic. Even if she's temporarily 'faded,' if she doesn't resolve her inner conflict, she'll explode again sooner or later."
Shu Bai was putting away the tools for drawing runes one by one when he heard this, and without even looking up, he said, "Let's blow it up and come back later."
"That's true. Do you want some?"
Upon hearing this, Shu Bai paused in his work of gathering cinnabar: "Hmm. One piece will do."
Potato chips are tasteless when eaten alone, but they make your mouth water when you smell them.
I can only eat a few bites before losing interest, but the sound of someone else chewing makes the food seem incredibly tempting again.
A sly glint flashed in Li Yuheng's eyes as he swung over with the air chips in his hand.
He lightly brought his fingertips to Shu Bai's lips, his voice coaxing: "Open your mouth."
Shu Bai, without suspecting anything else, slightly parted her lips as instructed.
The next instant, Li Yuheng twisted his wrist, his fingertips brushing past his chin and gently hooking it, before lowering his head and precisely covering his slightly parted lips.
Shu Bai's pupils contracted slightly, and he was pulled backward by an irresistible force, his back hitting the edge of the table.
Li Yuheng's arm had already wrapped around his waist, and with a little force, he lifted him up and sat him on the ebony wooden table.
In the quiet room, only the faint sound of water and the gradually increasing breathing could be heard, intertwined with the wisps of sandalwood incense.
After a long while, Li Yuheng reluctantly stepped back a little, his fingertips caressing his slightly reddened, pale lips, his eyes filled with a triumphant satisfaction.
"...Didn't you say you'd give me potato chips?"
Li Yuheng raised an eyebrow smugly: "When did I say it was potato chips? I said 'Do you want some?' but I didn't specify which kind of 'eat'. You misunderstood, is it my fault?"
"..."
“Speaking of which,” Li Yuheng suddenly remembered something, playing with the dark earring on Shu Bai’s right ear with his other hand, “you seem to rarely take the initiative.”
Shu Bai looked up at him: "Take the initiative for what?"
“Take the initiative to kiss me, take the initiative to hug me, take the initiative…” Li Yuheng glanced down meaningfully, “…throw yourself into my arms.”
Shu Bai paused for a moment, seemingly deep in thought about the question.
Then, he answered very objectively: "According to statistics, I take the initiative quite often. It's just that you do it so frequently that it seems like my frequency is low."
Upon hearing this, Li Yuheng deliberately gasped and said in a pretentious tone, "Oh? So you secretly keep track of this? You're that concerned about me? When I'm not around, you're not secretly counting in your head, thinking, 'Why hasn't Li Yuheng come to kiss me yet?', are you?"
"...Please, it's not that exaggerated."
At most... I'll just wonder what kind of bad ideas this guy is having.
"Oh. So you did have one?"
Shu Bai didn't reply, but suddenly raised her legs and precisely hooked them around Li Yuheng's waist, pulling him towards her.
Li Yuheng was pulled forward by the sudden force and almost fell over. He managed to steady himself by bracing his hands on the table next to Shu Bai.
"Throwing herself into my arms?" Shu Bai looked at his face so close to hers. "Isn't this it? Is it frequent enough, Guardian?"
Just as Li Yuheng's lips curled into a smug smile, before he could even feel smug, Wen Rui's cheerful voice called from outside the door: "Little Bai, Guardian Angel, lunch is ready! I made your favorite soup today!"
Shu Bai immediately raised her voice in response, her tone serious: "We just ate a lot of snacks, we're full, we won't eat lunch."
Li Yuheng paused, his hand resting on the table, and raised an eyebrow at him: "When did I get full?"
"Wasn't what you just 'ate' enough to fill you up?"
Li Yuheng was amused by his counterattack: "Those appetizers, are they even enough to fill a tooth gap? I think you're trying to skip the main meal to save time..."
Wen Rui's footsteps drew closer outside the door, as if she wanted to persuade him again.
Shu Bai narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice: "Stop flirting. I'm asking you, was the space in that painting you were in before large?"
"……hold head high."
"Can I go inside the painting too?"
"hold head high."
Upon hearing this, Shu Bai immediately raised his voice and said, "Wen Rui, we have another urgent request. We'll go ahead first. Could you please tell Shu Huaijin for me?"
Before he finished speaking, he reached out and wrapped his arms around Li Yuheng's neck, whispering, "Let's go. Let's go somewhere else."
Li Yuheng didn't move at all. Instead, he deliberately lowered his body and put all his weight on Shu Bai, rubbing his chin against Shu Bai's shoulder: "Ouch—my legs suddenly feel weak and I can't walk. I guess I was too engrossed in 'eating' just now and I have low blood sugar."
Shu Bai leaned back slightly under his weight: "What the hell is this low blood sugar? You're a righteous god who survives on the power of incense and prayers, what kind of low blood sugar do you have? I think you're just being lazy."
“Wrong!” Li Yuheng raised his head and corrected him confidently, “This is called ‘unable to control one’s emotions, bones melting and muscles softening,’ which is a classic symptom of a male protagonist falling in love, understand? It means you are too charming.”
Wen Rui's footsteps stopped outside the door. She muttered to herself with a hint of doubt, "Huh? I just heard voices. They're gone already?"
Inside the door, Shu Bai heard the sound of the door about to open and immediately slapped Li Yuheng on the bottom, urging him in a low voice, "Hurry up and go."
Li Yuheng hissed in pain, but still didn't move: "I won't leave. It's good that she sees it, it's good that she can declare her sovereignty."
"Announce your head, my foot!" Shu Bai rarely swore.
Just as the door was pushed open a crack, Li Yuheng finally smiled and suddenly tightened his grip on Shu Bai's waist.
With a faint red light, the two figures vanished from the ebony wooden table as if erased by an eraser.
Wen Rui pushed open the door and saw that the room was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood incense, and the bag of potato chips on the altar was still open, but there was no one in sight.
She shook her head helplessly and muttered softly, "This child, when she gets busy, she doesn't even eat..."
Then he gently closed the door.
…
The space inside the mural is not pitch black, but rather flows with a soft halo, where colors seem to come alive, gently weaving together to form a hazy background.
As soon as their figures solidified, Li Yuheng pressed Shu Bai against a wall of light interwoven with warm orange and smoky purple.
"Who just said 'change the location'? Now that the location has changed, how do you want to 'change' it, hmm?"
Shu Bai was encircled in a small space by him, her back pressed against the warm, smooth wall of light: "Weren't your legs weak just now?"
"Times have changed. I have exceptional resilience, especially in this particular situation."
"...Specific environment? What do you usually do in this painting?"
"Sleep, contemplate life, and incidentally admire... the unparalleled inner beauty of this god."
Li Yuheng grabbed Shu Bai's fingers with one hand and pressed them against the light wall. "Now it has another use: keeping a mistress in a golden house."
"Hide my foot!" Shu Bai tried to pull his hand away, but it was gripped even tighter.
"It's too late. You came in with me on your own initiative."
"...I did this to avoid Wen Rui seeing certain indecent scenes."
"Indecent? This is art, the most authentic communication of life. Master Shu Dajing, your aesthetic sense needs improvement."
"You bring it up yourself—"
Before Shu Bai could finish speaking, his lips were sealed shut.
…
Li Yuheng pulled Shu Bai's hand to his chest, looking smug: "Feel it, isn't it much stronger than what you've trained?"
Shu Bai's fingertips twitched slightly, but she didn't pull them back: "It's alright. It's just that you talk too much."
"Talking a lot is to lighten the mood. Otherwise, how dry would it be? Someone like you, you can't even fart after three blows, and the fun has to be guessed?"
"...Flirting is done through actions, not words."
"you……"
"What about me?"
"...Okay, just don't regret it. Hold on tight, or I won't be responsible if you fall."
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