Seeing this, Si Jin quietly unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt and placed Qu Linyuan's hand on her chest.
Then, keep this position in place and close your eyes to fall asleep.
… …
The next day, Qu Linyuan was the first to wake up.
He opened his eyes groggily, and the first thing he saw was his own hand inside Si Jin's shirt.
Without any fabric separating them, it brazenly wraps around a person's waist.
She immediately sat up nervously, her face flushing red again just as it had started to lighten.
Why is it like this?
Was it because... I had that dream last night?
Thinking of this, Qu Linyuan hurriedly looked at his bed sheets.
Sure enough... it's not very clean.
He rubbed his temples wearily, put on his pajamas, and got up to take a shower.
Warm water gushed down, gently calming my chaotic thoughts.
Qu Linyuan's breathing gradually became even. Just as he was thinking about how to change the sheets without waking Si Jin, he heard the rustling sound of fabric brushing against the brocade quilt outside.
He turned his head and saw Si Jin wake up, sitting on the edge of the bed, quietly staring in the direction of the bathroom.
A hint of interest flickered in his eyes, as if he were admiring some extremely beautiful work of art.
……artwork?
Qu. Artwork. Lin Yuan suddenly realized that his bathroom was not surrounded by stone walls, but by patterned glass.
From Si Jin's angle, she could vaguely see his outline.
She immediately tensed up, not wanting Si Jin to notice, so she quickly finished washing and wrapped herself in a bathrobe.
He went outside and greeted her, feigning composure, "You're...awake..."
"Hmm." Si Jin stretched and replied, "The sheets are wet from something, and they're not very comfortable."
Qu Linyuan's carefully constructed composure turned red again, and he hurriedly explained, "I...I wanted to drink...milk this morning, and I accidentally...spilled it..."
"Really?" But Si Jin deliberately exposed him: "You like to drink milk in bed? Where's the cup? I can't see it."
"It's...it's been put away...don't...don't ask anymore."
Qu Linyuan was extremely embarrassed. He walked over with his head down and pulled Si Jin into the bathroom without saying a word.
She took a new set of toiletries from behind the bathroom mirror and handed it to him.
Then he silently walked out and quietly changed the sheets.
… …
Qu Linyuan disliked having too many people at home, so the nanny still didn't come in the morning.
He made breakfast under Si Jin's direction.
During the meal, it was discovered that Si Jin had "accidentally" spilled the milk glass.
Then, she extended her milk-scented hand in front of him and politely asked a question.
"I didn't notice for a moment, do you have any tissues?"
His distinct knuckles were placed in front of him, still bearing traces of milk that were about to fall.
It makes you want to... take a bite.
For a fleeting moment, Qu Linyuan, as if possessed, leaned forward.
But thankfully, he managed to stop himself thanks to reason.
After taking a tissue, he finally asked Si Jin about his purpose: "You...you came here...what do you want...to do? What do you want me to do?"
"You're supposed to write an article? What are you thinking?"
This answer made Qu Linyuan relax a little.
He ate while pondering.
After hesitating for a while, he finally said, "I can... write it."
"But you have to do something for me."
Si Jin looked up: "What is it?"
"Let's eat first."
… …
After breakfast, I cleaned up the dishes.
Qu Linyuan then led Si Jin to a secret room with the door tightly locked.
The room was filled with guns and targets.
Some of the targets even had human faces drawn on them.
But those unattractive faces had been pierced by bullets countless times, so badly damaged that their original appearances were unrecognizable.
This appears to be... Qu Linyuan's shooting practice target.
Upon entering the room, Si Jin couldn't help but pause in surprise.
This is the secret behind why Qu Linyuan's thirteen rooms are uninhabitable.
What are the other rooms filled with?
Before he could figure it out, Qu Linyuan led him to a white square table.
On the table was a pile of black gun parts. Qu Linyuan spoke again: "These are... three guns. Put them together."
The room was completely covered by curtains, preventing sunlight from entering, but the incandescent bulbs shone brightly on each gun, giving it a cold, gleaming light.
This added a touch of sinister chill to Qu Linyuan's originally cute and innocent voice.
Si Jin picked up a part and asked, "How much time do I have?"
Qu Linyuan raised his right index finger and made a "one" sign.
Si Jin lowered her head and said casually, "One minute? That's enough."
So, Qu Linyuan's hand awkwardly remained stuck in mid-air, and the word "one day" that had been stuck in his throat was never uttered.
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