After Sheh mentioned Mount Emei, although she was still in Mount Qingcheng, her heart had already flown there. When she returned in the afternoon, she even took the initiative to make travel plans.
The two places are not far apart, so Shi Jinzhe chose to take a car there. Shehe didn't realize that the two-hour drive would require a transfer, so he agreed.
Having heard online that the temperature was low at the mountaintop, the two of them went and bought windproof jackets.
At 10 p.m., Shi Jinzhe took Shehe's phone away. "You need to get up early tomorrow and go to bed early. No matter how much other people's experiences you read, they won't surprise you. Get a good night's sleep and experience things for yourself tomorrow. The better you sleep, the better you'll have fun."
Shekh thought about it and realized it made a lot of sense, so he obediently closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.
Sleepiness came quickly; the false excitement fueled by anticipation vanished shortly after her eyelids closed, and she soon drifted off to sleep.
After turning off the lights, I checked the game forums for a while before going to sleep, as usual.
There's not much new information; it's mostly cross-world verbal battles, and some bored people starting threads to record the high-level players they've encountered.
He clicked in and took a look. The poster was very lucky, encountering a high-level player on average every three games. Some of them he knew, and some he had never heard of.
Each advanced player was given a rating, with lengthy comments for each player.
At first, the art style was quite harmonious, but as the story progressed and other people got involved, the art style changed...
A: "He's not good enough, he's not as good as xxx."
b: "I also think xxx is better. If I had the chance to run a dungeon with a high-level player, I would choose him first. He's so much safer."
C retorted: "xxx is the real novice. He relies entirely on others to fight. If he encounters someone with high attack power one day, he'll be killed in one blow."
A: "Have you even had sex with xxx? Then you'd say he's no good, but you are?"
c: "I don't need to be intimate with him to know he's incompetent. If you look through his old posts, anyone with eyes can see that he's just living off women and is a gigolo."
A: "Shut up, you blind man, you're just jealous."
Shi Jinzhe touched his eyebrows and automatically blurred his own name.
So what if someone lives off a woman? Shekh is a tough nut to crack, and no one else can take him down.
He left the forum, shoved his phone under his pillow, and hugged Shekh tightly as he fell asleep.
Perhaps it was because I had some thoughts before going to sleep, and because I dreamt about it at night.
He dreamt that Shekh had become hard and cold, standing in front of him like an ice pop, bossing him around.
Why are you so weak?
"Can't you stand up for yourself?!"
"Why is my life so miserable?"
"Waaaaah~"
…………
What a terrible nightmare.
The moment the ear-piercing, sobbing sound appeared, Shi Jinzhe was instantly awakened.
If Shekh could cry out, the world's destruction probably wouldn't be far off.
He glanced to the side and saw that Shekh had turned over at some point and was sleeping soundly with his back to him.
The air conditioner was set to a comfortable temperature, so the blanket only covered her waist. Her pajamas, which she had been sleeping in, had straps that were digging into her arms, leaving most of her back exposed.
A thin strip of fabric wrapped around her body, her waist curving softly from her side-lying position.
Shi Jinzhe pulled her pajamas back into place, rubbed his temples, and thought, "What a load of nonsense! She must have been listening to too many hypnotic lectures during the day."
In the future, we shouldn't let Sheikh say those pretentious love words.
He embraced Shekh from behind, and they closed their eyes to sleep, facing the same direction.
As night deepened and sleepiness began to stir, a quiet atmosphere once again enveloped the bedroom.
The silence was broken by an unintelligible breathing sound.
The pleasure received by the coccyx is transmitted upwards, spreading to the dormant brain and waking it up with the last conscious response.
Shekh's eyes hadn't even opened before his mouth responded.
"...The guy behind me, so what's your purpose in telling me to go to bed early...?"
In short, every word expressed her bewilderment.
"Accident."
Shi Jinzhe was about to fall asleep when, out of nowhere, her words from earlier that day—"but forced and unpleasant"—suddenly popped into her head.
During the day, all I think about is melons; at night, all I feel is bitterness.
Especially after seeing her back, it's only natural that he couldn't control himself.
Shi Jinzhe thought and said, "I'm just a young man who's only recently married. Isn't it normal for me to be unable to resist my beautiful wife?"
"You and the word 'normal' are completely insulated from each other."
"Then it's perfectly normal for me to be abnormal."
Shekh was speechless after hearing this, and after a long while, he lowered his head and said in the space between his elbows, "My morning grumpiness has actually been worn away."
"You just haven't actually gotten up yet."
Perhaps because I spent the whole day looking at mountains and rivers, everything now looks like mountains and rivers to me.
He could distinguish every part of a body in the darkness, even though ordinary people couldn't see it.
Each shadow and undulation has its own light and dark, with the deepest shadow on the collapsed lower back, like a deep pool filled with water. The sunken spinal grooves are like an extended river, and symmetrical shoulder blades rise from the bare, flat skin, like a mountain with a bone-scraping steel knife.
The scene resembles plate tectonics.
Deep-seated high temperatures and heat waves triggered continental collisions and crustal pulsations; every tiny movement was enough to cause unexpected and violent reactions.
These responses are projected onto the rivers and lakes along the spine via nerve endings.
As the moon sets and time flows on, the ever-increasing temperature will eventually evaporate the dissipating moisture into a rain.
With nowhere to hide, people were scorched red by the heat.
This was a long and drawn-out evolution, but their dedication kept them engrossed in the research.
The spark was still igniting in Sheh's mind. She lifted her eyelids and hugged half a pillow, placing it under her neck.
She needs to be propped up a bit, otherwise she'll be overwhelmed by the huge waves that make her dizzy.
Shi Jin folded back down and squeezed onto the pillow that she was half-hugging, her cheek almost touching her arm.
“I dreamt last night that you looked down on me for being a kept man.”
"Hmm... please elaborate."
Shi Jinzhe told her what she had heard in her dream, including that terrifying wailing sound.
Shekh's expression was subtle. After hesitating for a few seconds, he asked, "I won't look down on you for being a kept man. Are you sure I really mean you're a kept man?"
"..."
She has completely mastered the art of silencing a successful man with a single sentence.
Shi Jinzhe closed his eyes and said nothing more.
Let the world just end.
Shekh: "I haven't finished speaking yet. Don't sleep. Keep your eyes on me."
"When your self-esteem is wounded, you'll cry when you open your eyes."
She perked up and leaned closer, exclaiming, "Really?"
Those three simple words revealed excitement in Shi Jinzhe's voice.
"That's fake. True sadness doesn't produce tears."
"If there are no tears, then what else?"
"Because that is my sorrow."
"Forget it." Sheh cupped Shi Jinzhe's face in his hands. "It was just a meaningless dream. I even have erotic dreams if I look at you a few more times before I go to sleep. It's not a big deal."
"Fun fact: husbands can use it."
Sheh brushed his loose hair back. "It's in a snake shape."
Shi Jinzhe shifted his gaze: "...That's pretty wild."
"What time is it?" Shekh skipped the topic and considered whether or not to go to sleep.
"4:30, is the schedule delayed or as scheduled?"
"Let's postpone it. Didn't you book accommodation? Let's rest here and then go over."
"Okay." Shi Jinzhe pulled the blanket over himself. "I want to hug you here enough."
Shekh didn't quite understand. "Why are you so concerned about these things? I've seen couples kissing and hugging in these places, or even getting more intimate."
“Don’t underestimate the power of religious fanatics. Respect is one thing, but another thing is, would you be happy if something disrespectful happened near your temple?” Shi Jinzhe became serious. “Sheh, ghosts and monsters have already appeared in this world, so what about gods and Buddhas? Whether they exist or not, it’s always good to be careful.”
It's better to be safe than sorry. What if a mentally ill person makes a vow to Buddha and then causes him trouble?
Shi Jinzhe firmly believes that there are many people in this world who are more abnormal than him.
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