Chapter 36. I accidentally sat on his face. ...
"Is this what you mean by a world of difference?"
She suddenly smiled faintly: "Then I still prefer the wildflowers outside."
Even if you uproot all those flowers, I'd still prefer wildflowers to you. I have the ability to discern between gain and loss.
She knew that Yin Yuan's words were a veiled insult, an attempt to make her obey him and quietly become a docile and delicate flower.
She didn't want to respond to his gaze, nor did she want to lower her head to avoid it.
Yin Yuan only saw her as a pleasing flower, so she raised her head and gazed at him in the same way, also seeing him only as a flower.
However, he only deserves to be described as a withered flower or a fallen willow.
She lifted her foot and stepped on the flower branch on the ground, slowly grinding away.
A feeling of exhilaration washed over me, a tingling, blissful sensation spreading throughout my entire body.
Water droplets gathered on the man's face, reaching the tip of his nose, and then dripped down little by little.
Drip, drip... the dew seemed to drip endlessly.
Like being boiled over a fire.
Overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, tears streamed down my face.
Upon seeing this, the guards stared wide-eyed and quickly turned their backs.
After a moment, Yin Yuan raised his hand to wipe away the dew.
He was facing away from her, the skin on the back of his hand stiffened to a mixture of blue and purple, and also pale, the bones and muscles blending into that sickly skin, faintly visible.
After wiping away the dew, he reached out and touched her.
He tried to grab her by the neck, pin her against the wall, and question her sternly.
Or, just like her, give her a slap.
But in the end, he did nothing.
"You always seem to be both happy and miserable."
He withdrew his hand and stroked the tassel of the sachet at his waist.
"So you have absolutely no intention of coming back to see me?"
"Not even a little bit?"
Leng Cuizhu did not answer.
She said nothing, turned her back to him, and wiped the dew from her hands onto her skirt, soaking most of the light blue fabric.
By the time she turned around, Yin Yuan was already gone.
She was left alone in the hall again.
She moved her stiff legs, walked to the table, and stuffed the silver notes on the table into her purse.
With her purse full and still more than half full, she took the handkerchief from the cloth and wrapped it around the pile of silver notes.
Why would she refuse this money? How devoted and otherworldly must a person be to not even care about money?
She's not that kind of person; money can solve many of her problems, so of course she wants money.
Besides, Yin Yuan insisted on giving it to her, so why not take it?
From then on, she never went to the Yin residence again, and Yin Yuan never came to see her.
Anyway, he himself never contacted her, and she had no way of knowing, nor did she want to know, whether there was any eavesdropping or stalking involved.
She has been staying at home these past few days, practicing playing the pipa.
"Host, I want to eat spicy rabbit head."
The rooster paced back and forth at her feet, occasionally kicking pebbles on the ground.
Leng Cuizhu was practicing her pipa in the courtyard when she suddenly said, "I don't have the money to buy one."
"Didn't you bring home a huge sum of stolen money a few days ago? Why don't you hurry up and spend it all?"
"That money is to be kept in case of emergency."
"If you keep eating like that, you'll spend it all in a few days." She kicked the chicken's rear end.
The rooster was kicked so hard that it lost its balance and fell to the ground with its bottom covered in dust, squawking as it was pricked by pebbles.
Ouch!
It struggled to get up from the ground, then ran to her legs and rubbed against them, grinning ingratiatingly, "Okay, okay, I won't eat then. I'll start dieting today."
"But host, you're so strange. Why are you saving so much money at home? There's no interest, no way for money to make money. And it would be fun if it got moldy, hehehe."
"Shut up, you're so noisy." She rubbed her forehead. "If you keep making noise, go play with Nuomi."
The rooster's eyes widened, and it immediately stopped clucking.
She looked up at the birds in the sky, plucked the strings of her pipa a few times, and sighed deeply: "Eun goes out every day. I don't know what she's busy with all day, but at least she has something to do. What about you? All you do is stay at home and bother me. I don't know whether to say you're aloof or too enthusiastic."
"Your neighbor also raises chickens, males, females, old ones, and young ones. Why don't you go and play with them?"
"...Host, do you want me to make friends with those chickens?" The rooster tilted its head, puzzled. "As a system, why do I need friends? A system should revolve around its host every day. That's what makes a qualified system."
"Besides, I'm not a real chicken. I just often wear a chicken's skin and pretend to be one. I'm a human, okay? How can I be friends with animals? They're not worthy of me. I'm a noble human being."
Leng Cuizhu retorted, "I didn't really feel like you were a person."
"...?"
The rooster opened its mouth wide: "Haven't you already touched them all?"
It was at a loss for words and shook its head repeatedly: "I am a human being, I am a man! I am a human being in this life and in the last life. Host, you can't treat me like a chicken just because I always pretend to be a kind rooster! That won't do."
"You had a past life?" she asked, intrigued.
"Yes."
"In my past life, I was a rich second-generation heir with a fortune. But when I was arguing with someone online, I was cursed to be hit by a truck and die when I went out. And then I really was hit and killed. I was only twenty years old at the time and was still a virgin. Oh, and I still am now."
"After I died, I unexpectedly met a system. It said it would take me into a novel that made me feel good. I took a look at the book and felt that the protagonist in the book was not having a good time, so I refused. I asked the system if there was anything more enjoyable. The system said, 'Yes, come with me to be a system that fools people.'"
"And then you met me."
Leng Cuizhu: "...What nonsense are you talking about?"
The rooster said smugly, "I'm not lying. I really am a virgin, a pure and innocent newborn."
"I didn't say that." She was a little speechless.
This wasn't just a hint; it was a direct instruction.
He was flirting with her like this, and she still couldn't quite accept it. Dodder was too young; what if she really went along with him and he regretted it later? She already regretted many of the decisions she had made in her youth.
As for Eun, she wasn't very familiar with him, but it was a mutual thing, so there was nothing to regret. It was just a fleeting affair.
Moreover, Eun's full head of white hair made him look at least several hundred years old.
“Oh,” the rooster nodded, “it’s true. Every system was a person in their past life, with a different life. We weren’t always systems; we only started doing this after we died.”
"What about Eun? Is he the same way?"
"Well... I don't know about foreigners. I guess he had white hair when he died in his past life, so he still has white hair now, but actually, the white hair is dyed, it's not natural, you know what I mean?"
"If only I had gotten plastic surgery before I died. Sigh, I was so naive when I was young, and I still am."
“…Oh.” She closed her lips.
The dodder really loves to spout nonsense that she can't understand. It talks a lot, but it still doesn't get to her heart's content.
When Eun came back that night to sleep with her, she asked him the same question.
"In a past life?"
His silvery-white eyes were momentarily lost in thought.
Eun knew that living in the past wasn't good. With so many men around her, one after another, she'd eventually tire of the old friendships.
Therefore, he is not very willing to talk about the past.
I would never use this to bind myself to her.
“I used to be just an ordinary person, living an ordinary life, nothing special.”
"I see."
Leng Cuizhu buried her face in the man's chest. While this outcome disappointed her somewhat, it was also reasonable.
She even thought that Eun must have been a god in her past life.
"So, was my life better in my past life than it is now...? Do you know?" she asked, looking up at him.
“Madam, the past is the past.” The man gently stroked a strand of hair near her lips. “Your life is far more than this.”
You will definitely get what you want.
She didn't quite understand.
She herself doesn't really know what she wants, so how can Eun be so sure that she will get it?
But she really didn't want to stop there in her life.
"So that's what you think. I thought... you weren't a very optimistic person."
The man paused slightly: "Usually, I do often think about killing everyone. But it's just a thought; it's very difficult to carry out, and the success rate is almost zero."
"Moreover, this world has you, people you love, and people you hate but don't hate completely. They can't die, at least not now."
Leng Cuizhu asked suspiciously, "Eun, do you like me a lot?"
He had thought so much about her; it must have been so kind of him. She pondered for a moment, "I thought we were just friends..."
Although she and Eun had done everything they were supposed to do, they weren't really close, at least not to her.
She simply felt comfortable being with him, whether in daily life or in bed. Apart from that, she had no feelings for him, especially no romantic love whatsoever.
The man beside her paused for a long time, his eyelashes fluttering: "...So that's what you think, Madam."
"My wife and I are, of course, good friends."
"Mmm," she whispered, pressing herself against him and wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, "Then, let's sleep."
The man understood perfectly. He buried his face in her chest and kissed her passionately, wet kisses, causing her to look up and see him reach out and extinguish the candle by the bed.
The entire bed darkened, leaving only a silver-white head moving about in the darkness, from top to bottom, from the surface to the inside, from shallow to deep.
After they had their fun, it was already past midnight. She turned her back to rest, and the man hugged her from behind.
"Just now, when you cupped my face, I noticed you had cuts on your hands. Are you alright?"
“Oh, that,” she said, raising her hand to look at the various scars on her fingertips, “from practicing the pipa, they’re almost healed now.”
"My fingertips are covered in calluses, and even when they get chafed, it doesn't hurt much. It's okay."
In fact, she could have wrapped her fingers in cloth before playing, but she chose to play with her bare hands. First, it would be inconvenient to press the strings with the cloth wrapped around her fingers, and second, it wouldn't be good to always avoid the pain. She also couldn't keep her fingers wrapped in cloth forever. Anyway, I've never seen any great musicians on stage with their fingers wrapped in cloth.
If you're going to train, train until you're the best; even if it hurts, it's worth it.
"Should we apply some medicine?"
"I don't need to trouble you... Aren't you tired?"
The man held her tightly, his skin still burning hot, like a furnace, making her head spin.
It seems he's not tired.
But she had no energy left to argue with him, so she nodded and let the man apply the medicine to her hands.
Eun was obedient.
She lay in bed, and Eun knelt at the head of the bed. He would put medicine on whichever hand, and she would stick out that hand from under the covers, dozing off and staring at him in a daze.
"You're so obedient, you do whatever I say."
“If I were to do something rebellious, of course I would hide it well so that my wife wouldn’t find out.” He took her delicate hand in his and gently massaged it in circles. “Therefore, in my wife’s eyes, I became an obedient person.”
Was he worried about her, or did he trust her too much?
However, she really found it hard to imagine Eun doing bad things.
Aside from his affair with her, he didn't recall ever doing anything wrong.
Oh, and besides going out to steal things every day, he also brought her all sorts of fancy jewelry and bouquets.
Eun is indeed a trustworthy person.
The medicine felt cool on her fingertips as she raised her hand and gently stroked the man's chin with the back of her hand: "It's alright. At least, the fact that you're kneeling here to apply the medicine for me is real, and that's enough. A gentleman judges by actions, not intentions."
"You will always be my best friend in my heart."
Eun: "...Hmm."
"Shall we continue?"
"Sure, but my hands are still wet from the medicine, so I can't move them. Let me sit on them."
"Okay, then I'll help you."
She straightened her hands and slowly moved towards the man, his right arm being held by her.
Perhaps because of the intense activity just now, her legs were still trembling a little. She originally planned to sit down first and then consider other things, but her legs went weak and she accidentally sat on his face.
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