Back in the original world, Shi Jinzhe pulled Sheheqin close.
Shekh backed away, saying, "I'm hungry, I want to eat."
Shi Jinzhe had no choice but to get up: "Let's order some food. What would you like to eat?"
"Anything is fine." Shehe has eaten a lot of delicious food in the past six months, and she thinks they are all delicious and she loves them all.
Both options are difficult to choose from. Shi Jinzhe had observed Sheh's eating habits and found that she rarely disliked anything, so he simply ordered randomly.
While waiting, he turned on the projector, cut some fruit and put it on the coffee table, and then casually put on a movie.
A self-produced youth romance film on a video website: A domineering CEO who has returned from abroad meets his wife of three years in a sham marriage at a bar. The two do not recognize each other but inexplicably hit it off and end up having a one-night stand. The absurd plot makes viewers frown.
He lowered his head and looked at Sheikh, who was sitting on the carpet.
She squeezed between his spread legs, and as soon as she opened her mouth, his hand, which was resting on his knee, had to reach for the fruit with a fork.
"...Do you think it looks good?"
"I don't know, I didn't see it."
"...Then what are you looking at so intently?"
“Look at that Ferris wheel they’re riding together.” Shekh tilted his head back. “I want to ride that one too. The ones in the game are fake. I’ve never ridden one before. Can I go ride it?”
Shi Jin frowned, his expression still troubled by not understanding the plot, which made Shekh think that he was not very willing.
"Don't you want to go? I can help you find your childhood memories."
Shekh pulled the playback back a little, and it happened to be the scene in the story where the female lead was lamenting that her husband had no childhood.
"This is it. Do you need it?"
Shi Jinzhe placed one hand on her chin, then stroked her neck from her jawline, his fingers repeatedly caressing her.
"I want to go. I just didn't understand the plot earlier. As for my childhood, there's no need to look for it."
"Why."
"Because I don't want to find my childhood, I just want to be an adult."
He's already twenty-seven, practically thirty, and doesn't have any dreams of staying young forever. He just wants to be a rich man who can sit at home and collect money.
Besides, there was no Shekh in her childhood, so why look for that thing? What's past is past. She had already unconsciously made herself able to face the problems left over from her childhood normally.
Shekh turned around and put his arm around Shi Jin's waist: "So when are we going to play?"
"Tomorrow? If you think it'll be too crowded, then wait a day, pay to have it all done, and we can play by ourselves."
“Then the day after tomorrow.” Shekh decisively chose the latter: “Actually, this plot is quite realistic. You’ve booked the entire amusement park.”
“It’s different,” Shi Jinzhe said solemnly. “I’m in excellent health; I don’t have stomach problems or cancer.”
Just then, the delivery person knocked on the door, and Shi Jin opened the door to take the food.
Shekh didn't need to look to know he must have ordered porridge. "Doesn't the internet say that only sick people should drink more porridge?"
“They are sick, but I like it. This is called health preservation, not treating illness.”
Shekh didn't bother arguing with him; he was all talk and no action.
She sat down at the table. The tender spring bamboo shoots were just in time, and the three-delicacy soup made with shiitake mushrooms and lettuce tasted delicious. After eating too much braised pork, a couple of sips were just right to cleanse her palate.
She ladled out a bowl of soup, staring at Shi Jinzhe's frizzy hair, "Can't this hair ever go back to normal?"
"Isn't it pretty?"
"It looks pretty good, but I'm still not used to it."
"There's nothing I can do. I've tried, but I can't change it back. It's probably inherited from my dad. I'll dye it back tomorrow."
She used to attract a lot of attention when she went out with Sheikh; now he'll probably be getting even more stares.
"If you inherited your father's genes, will you turn into a tree?"
Shi Jinzhe didn't correct her way of addressing him, and put a shrimp on Shehe's plate, saying, "Not yet."
"You've tried it."
"...I tried it right after I came out of the Migration Path instance."
This sounds a bit naive, and Shi Jinzhe felt a little embarrassed. In fact, he had tried it in the game, but the conclusion was that it didn't work.
Shekh sighed softly, "Alright."
"You sound a little disappointed."
“No,” Shekh denied. “It’s not disappointment. I was just wondering if you had one too, would there be long vines that could twine around me?”
Shi Jin slowed down his chewing, and his expression changed repeatedly; this was indeed a bit difficult for him.
This thing has a different structure.
After much hesitation, he finally asked, "...Do you have this need?"
Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. Shekh prefers her snake-like side, and she may not want to stay that way forever.
Shekh asked, puzzled, "What need?"
"It was you... who... in the form of a snake... and that..."
Sheikh understood, and for the first time, disbelief appeared on his usually calm face.
"I don't understand how you came to this conclusion. What I meant was that I wanted to cling to you so you could hold me in place and stay with me."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Shi Jin covered his face, but couldn't help turning his head away to laugh.
"I admit I'm overthinking things, sorry."
"...I don't understand you at all."
Humans always seem to manage to push her limits.
After finishing his meal, Sheikh insisted on watching the dull movie to the end. The boring plot failed to capture his attention, and he had nothing to do but sit aside, watching to see when Sheikh would finally be full and entertained enough.
An hour later, the movie ended with a scene of the male and female protagonists embracing amidst fireworks, after the initial unspoken infidelity had faded from memory.
Shekh got up from the ground, but before he had taken a few steps, he was hugged from behind.
Shi Jinzhe pushed her towards the bathroom, "Shall I wash your tail for you?"
Fearing that Shekh might overthink things, he specifically stated, "It really is just washing my tail. I'll come out as soon as I'm done and won't stay any longer."
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