Shi Jinzhe unscrewed the bottle cap: A hint of ulterior motive: "For the first time, I feel like I don't know you well enough..."
Shekh looked away. "I've always been this color; you've never seen it before."
"Okay... don't judge a book by its cover, where do you want to draw it?"
"Let me see." Shekh stepped onto the carpet and turned in front of the full-length mirror to look for any remaining paintings.
After thinking for a while, she lifted her left leg and said, "Draw here."
Then, like a queen, she turned around and sat on the single sofa, crossing her legs and straightening them.
"Come."
"You're acting like you're giving me this leg as a gift."
Shekh brushed his hair aside. "Hurry up."
Shi Jinzhe tossed her a nightgown robe, saying, "Put your clothes on first, you're bothering me."
"Why didn't it bother you just now?"
"You didn't tell me you used to be this color. Now I have a picture in my mind, a little pink snake keeps turning inside it, and I can't calm down."
Shekh pulled his leg back immediately: "Then can you still draw well?"
Shi Jin grabbed her leg and pulled it back, saying, "If you won't let me draw, I'll wait until you fall asleep before I draw."
"You actually threatened me?" Sheh slowed down his speech, pounced on Shi Jinzhe, pinned him to the ground, took the paint from his hand and smeared it on Shi Jinzhe's body.
Not content with pink, they also picked a green bottle, applying and painting all sorts of colors, leaving nothing untouched, from their face to their clothes.
Shi Jin's hair was covered in paint, and when he touched it, his face looked like it had been smeared with cream. He lay down and said, "I bumped my head, it hurts so much."
"I know you're not afraid of pain."
Sheh was unpacking the third bottle of bright red paint when Shi Jinzhe realized that feigning distress was useless. Taking advantage of her pause, he pressed Sheh's back against himself.
The paint on her face was all pushed into Shekh's neck, and half of the paint on her clothes was also taken, staining her entire body.
"Stop struggling, come and be a colorful little person with me."
"Shi Jinzhe, you're so childish."
Shekh's hair was a mess from his smear. He sat up and pinched her, feeling sorry for the snakes that had been rubbed all over his body.
The long, dark snakes on its body resembled flowers, not unsightly, but not as beautiful as before. She hadn't even had a few glances at them before they disappeared.
"My snake has changed color, I'm going to bite you to death."
She made a move to bite him, but just as Shi Jinzhe was about to sit up, her long teeth popped out and hit his shoulder squarely.
The blood she hadn't tasted in so long rushed to Shekh's head, and she swallowed it instinctively.
It has an incredibly appealing sweet aroma, a thousand times richer than before.
Shech didn't know how to describe this feeling.
The difference between the two is like sugar diluted with water versus the taste of West African arrowroot. One has only a faint sweetness, while the other can make people's sense of smell go numb from the sweetness in an instant. The impact of one bite can be so strong that it can burn your heart.
She immediately pushed Shi Jinzhe away, pressing her palm against his chest, "I didn't mean to."
"You're alright, did you get hurt?"
Shekh waved his hand. "I'll be quiet."
She could clearly feel the blood slide down her throat, then spread throughout her body, flowing into her limbs and bones, and merging into her body.
Shekh clutched his chest, took a deep breath, and it took him a long time to slowly exhale, digesting the aftereffects of the blood.
She looked at Shi Jin's broken shoulder; the wound had healed, but the blood was still there, golden blood.
Shi Jinzhe stared at her worriedly, only to hear Shehe ask him, "When did the blood change color?"
He glanced down and saw a few drops of golden blood, already dried and evaporating.
Shi Jinzhe wiped away the bloodstains: "I don't know, after all, I've never been injured before. How are you? Are you still in pain? Let me see."
"It's nothing, it's just that there's too much golden blood energy, so it needs a little more time." Sheh stood up from him and reached out to Shi Jinzhe to pull him up as well.
The paint all over my body needs to be washed off properly; it's a bit uncomfortable to have it stuck to my skin.
It's a pity about this snake.
Shekh was a little disappointed.
Shi Jinzhe pinched the hem of her clothes with her fingertips and pulled them down. "Wash them clean and I'll paint them for you tomorrow. I'll use pink."
"It's pinkish-purple."
"Okay, pinkish-purple, I'll use pinkish-purple to paint it for you."
After taking a two-hour shower, Shi Jinzhe and Shehe switched rooms.
The cleaning staff hesitated to speak when they saw paint on the floor, but the ten pink tips on the coffee table made them choose to dutifully keep quiet and clean up.
In another room, Shekh yawned sleepily, his eyes barely open.
It's raining again outside...
"It's been raining a lot lately, so go to sleep if you're tired."
"And what about you?"
Shi Jinzhe shook his phone screen and said, "I'll make you money, I'll wait a little longer."
"Then I'll go to sleep first." Shekh groped around on the bed, finding a comfortable position and posture, and closed his eyes.
Two minutes later, Shi Jinzhe turned off the light, leaving only the faint white light from the phone screen.
He sat up until late at night, and only went back to bed to sleep after not seeing any abnormalities in Shekh because he had drunk the golden blood. As soon as he lay down, he was pulled into a hug and slept until noon.
...
A torrential downpour that no one paid attention to lasted for three days, turning a regular weather forecast into a ubiquitous call for help and rescue.
When Shekh opened his social media, the news was all he saw: the rain showed no signs of stopping, water levels were rising in various places, and people had already died in accidents.
The gloomy sky was oppressive, making it hard to breathe. The roads were flooded, with small whirlpools appearing on the surface from time to time, making it difficult for pedestrians to get in and out.
She and Shi Jinzhe were also stuck in the hotel. They could go home if they wanted to, but it wasn't a big deal, so they weren't in a hurry.
Besides them, there was also an old man on the same floor with a good attitude. He hummed a tune, cast his fishing rod, fished through the window, and then had the hotel cook his catch.
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