Shang Yan ultimately decided not to sleep on the floor.
In his opinion, if you have a bed but don't sleep in it, aren't you just asking for trouble?
Zhou Ping said he was fine, so how could Shang Yan not sleep in the bed?
After lying peacefully in bed, Shang Yan only hurriedly said "Goodnight" to Zhou Ping before falling asleep.
Zhou Ping sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Shang Yan for a very long time.
Even 019 started to wonder, "Why is he staring at Shang Yan the whole time? What's he doing...?"
019 leaned closer to Shang Yan's face and poked his cheek with her small, delicate hand.
【Sigh, no wonder he's my silly son. Look at his little face, how cute he looks when he's sleeping...】 After all, he was someone who had been called godfather, so 019 naturally put himself in the position of Shang Yan's father.
019 patted Shang Yan's ahoge (cowlick) again, feeling somewhat emotional. He was a bit silly, but this host was quite easy to manage, much better than the previous ones.
However, since this host was someone it had stumbled upon halfway through its journey and had not received professional training, 019 was somewhat uncertain about the world of Godslayer, which was fraught with danger.
"Who are you?" Zhou Ping narrowed his eyes. He had seen the little white ball leaning against Shang Yan's neck just now.
Why does this little white ball keep bumping into Shang Yan?
What is this thing, and why is it next to Shang Yan?
019 shuddered, and the round, fluffy little white ball turned around in shock.
Two black beans, each the size of a soybean, stared intently at Zhou Ping.
"Can you see me?" it asked, its black-lined hand waving haphazardly.
Zhou Ping reached out and picked up the small white ball, placing it in front of him. "Why are you following him?"
Before 019 could react, she was grabbed and forced to stare at Zhou Ping. Her black bean eyes trembled, and she blinked once. "Mind your own business!"
"I followed Shang Yan because he is my... my godson!"
Zhou Ping:...?
Does Shang Yan know that he has gained a godfather?
"If you know what's good for you, put me down. Otherwise, when Shang Yan wakes up, I'll definitely complain, and then he'll... he'll break off all ties with you!" 019 twisted its body, its linear hand patting Zhou Ping's fingers that were holding it.
Zhou Ping stared at it intently. This small, round ball of unknown origin seemed to know Shang Yan. "You want him to break off our friendship?"
“That’s right, I’m telling you, he listens to me.” The little ball said smugly, hands on its hips.
Zhou Ping pursed his lips, pinched the small ball between two fingers, and got up to walk towards the balcony.
"Are you and him close?" Shang Yan was already asleep. Afraid of waking him up, he stood on the balcony and placed 019 on the edge of the balcony.
After 019 was put down, it had two small, lined hands on its back. It never expected that Zhou Ping could see it and touch it.
"Of course, don't underestimate the bond between my soul and Shang Yan's. Wherever he is, I am too." It had long been bound to Shang Yan.
019 thought he was Shang Yan's closest father.
When Zhou Ping heard this, his expression darkened. "Soul bond?"
The little ball seemed oblivious to what was going on. It grunted and put its hands on its hips, "That's right, we're just that close!"
"Inseparable?" Zhou Ping's face turned pale instantly.
Clearly, he and Shangyan... were the ones with that kind of relationship!
Shang Yan once said that she was his only good friend.
He looked at the small round ball in front of him with its hands on its hips and thought it was not cute at all. It was bulky and fat. How could Shang Yan like this kind of ball?
Zhou Ping didn't know what was wrong with him. He turned around and left, closing the balcony door behind him.
019 locked on the balcony: ?
"Hey, wait a minute, did you forget something? I haven't gone in yet!"
The little ball hopped and skipped to the balcony door, stretching out its slender arms to knock on the door.
"No, you two are sleeping soundly inside while I'm out here in the cold wind!?"
"Shangyan, Shangyan, open the door!"
Its strength was really too small; the whole thing was only the size of a tiny nose, and the knocking sound was pitifully weak.
After Zhou Ping returned to the bedside and sat down, he glanced down at Shang Yan, who was sleeping soundly.
Shang Yan... has fallen for someone else!
He actually found a ball behind his back and became intimately connected with it, forming a soul bond.
Zhou Ping reached out and covered his chest, feeling a tightness in his chest and a somewhat unpleasant sensation.
No matter what, he never expected that Shang Yan would fall for a ball, not even a person...
Thinking about Shang Yan's abstract disorder, it seems quite reasonable.
But if that's the case, if that's the case... what will he do?
Suddenly, a scene flashed into Zhou Ping's mind: Shang Yan and Xiao Baiqiu getting married.
Just thinking about it made him feel terrible.
Reaching out, Zhou Ping unbuttoned his shirt and touched Shang Yan's face; it was warm and felt very comforting.
He pressed down on Shang Yan, just like in his dream yesterday, burying his face in Shang Yan's neck and sniffing.
It has a very pleasant smell.
So... we can be considered very close, right?
While fast asleep, Shang Yan felt like a little fish at the beginning, happily kicking his legs and swishing his tail. After a while, the wind picked up on the sea, and the giant waves crashed him, the little fish that was still swimming freely, onto the beach.
It's so heavy!
My body feels so heavy, like something is pressing down on me.
Damn it, what's punishing him? He can't move at all.
"Hmm...no..." Shang Yan unconsciously reached out to break free of the restraints. He frowned slightly and moved uncomfortably.
"Good boy..." Zhou Ping, who was holding Shang Yan tightly, reached out and patted his back to comfort him.
Shang Yan unconsciously pushed him twice, but couldn't move him, and then fell asleep again.
Trapped on the balcony, 019 paced frantically. "What are you doing, you idiot Shangyan? I told you to sleep on the floor! Look at you, you're crushed and don't even realize it!"
When Shang Yan woke up the next day, he felt a little tired. He rubbed his eyes and sat up.
Zhou Ping was no longer there. He always got up early, so he must have gone downstairs to help.
A small, round ball next to the pillow turned its back to him angrily, refusing to look at him. Shang Yan reached out and poked its chubby body. "019, what's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong? I've been out in the cold all night, what do you think is wrong?" 019 turned around angrily.
Shang Yan exclaimed in shock, "We really were attacked! I felt so heavy yesterday, but why do I feel a little tired when I woke up this morning?"
019, “…”
This silly little thing was pressed down all night, how could it not be tired?
019 found it quite unbelievable; did Zhou Ping fall asleep last night?
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