What else could it be? One person was kissed but couldn't believe it, and the other was kissed but couldn't bear to look.
Both of them were naive and innocent, and they didn't know how to react to this situation.
Shang Yan sat obediently on the table and continued reading the e-book.
When the clock struck eight, there were hardly any customers left in the restaurant. Zhou Ping quickly wiped the tables and cleared away the plates before coming over.
"Shang Yan?"
Shang Yan had already fallen asleep on the table, probably dreaming of something happy, as the corners of his mouth were curved on his side.
He called out softly, but Shang Yan didn't respond. Zhou Ping then tapped the table. "Shang Yan, it's eight o'clock. The restaurant is closing. I'll take you home."
A thumping sound came from the table. Shang Yan was woken up with a dazed look in his eyes. A red mark appeared on his fair face. When he saw Zhou Ping standing in front of him, he habitually reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth.
Shang Yan was slightly relieved that he hadn't wiped away any drool.
"Shall we go?" Shang Yan stood up. It was already dark outside, and a few scattered stars could be seen through the window.
Zhou Ping picked up the packaging bag, which contained the leftovers from Shang Yan's meal that morning. He followed Shang Yan out of the rustic restaurant.
Under the dim streetlights, the two people's shadows stretched long and overlapped.
As they walked, Shang Yan secretly looked up, wanting to catch a glimpse of Zhou Ping walking beside him.
When Zhou Ping noticed Shang Yan's gaze, he turned his head. Their eyes met, and then they quickly looked away.
"Um..." Shang Yan scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.
"Speak," a slightly hoarse voice sounded, and Zhou Ping shifted his gaze back to Shang Yan, his eyes unusually bright and focused.
Shang Yan felt a little uncomfortable under Zhou Ping's gaze. Even without looking up, he could feel Zhou Ping staring at him in the dim light.
He swallowed hard. "I had a bit of a seizure this afternoon, don't worry about it..."
"Hmm." Seeing that Shang Yan only said this, Zhou Ping withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.
As for whether I care or not?
He cares about it terribly.
Seeing Shang Yan say this, Zhou Ping's expression darkened. The other party was a patient who had suddenly fallen ill and mistaken him for someone else. It certainly wasn't his intention. After suppressing the tremor in his heart, Zhou Ping continued to walk side by side with Shang Yan without changing his expression.
Shang Yan opened his mouth, feeling that the two of them were very close, yet very far apart.
Did he say something wrong?
No, no, no, he and Zhou Ping are brothers. How can a brother become a wife?
After shaking off the strange thoughts in his mind, Shang Yan walked alongside Zhou Ping.
"What an exquisite heart..."
A strange cry rang out, and Shang Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhou Ping, "There's something strange!"
His eyes instantly turned green, his deep blue pupils gleaming in the darkness.
Behind them, a tentacle-covered monster pushed open the sewer and crawled out.
Zhou Ping gripped Shang Yan's hand tightly and pulled him behind him.
After the tentacle monster crawled out, its bloated body slowly moved towards the two of them. When it saw Shang Yan's eyes, it became even more excited.
"What beautiful eyes! If I eat you, I'll definitely be able to rise from the peak of the Pool Realm to the River Realm, no... even the Sea Realm!"
Shang Yan stepped forward, protectively shielding Zhou Ping, who was much taller than him, behind him like a mother hen protecting her chicks. "Don't come any closer, or I won't be polite!"
This tentacle monster looked so slimy and disgusting, and a smell of sewage mixed with a fishy stench wafted over, almost making Shang Yan faint.
"Shang Yan." Seeing Shang Yan blocking his way, Zhou Ping took a deep breath and pulled him behind him again. "You can run away in a bit."
Faced with an unknown and terrifying creature, his first thought was to buy time so that Shang Yan could escape.
"No, I won't leave." Shang Yan held his hand tightly. His eyes were filled with a green light, and the trees and flowers around him were slowly withering.
The two of them didn't have any suitable weapons. As the monster kept approaching, Shang Yan picked up two relatively thick branches from the roadside, handed one to Zhou Ping, and kept the other for himself.
This was his first time fighting against a mysterious opponent. Holding his breath, Shang Yan grabbed a tree branch and charged forward.
The branches swung so densely that there was no gap, and the sound of them cutting through the air could be heard. The tentacle monster instinctively stretched out its sticky, wet tentacles to block in front of it.
Shang Yan was quite strong. With the blessing of the Reviving Forbidden Ruins, he swung the tree branch in his hand and severed one of the tentacle monster's tentacles.
Zhou Ping followed closely behind, fearing for Shang Yan's safety. The moment Shang Yan swung the branch, he drew his sword...
Or rather, he swung the branch like a sword.
Before Shang Yan could react, the writhing, crawling tentacle monster in front of him froze in place and then fell straight down.
Green blood gushed from its severed head and limbs, and the stench of blood assaulted the senses. Shang Yan couldn't help but vomit upon smelling it.
He bent down and vomited into the tentacle monster's corpse.
Seeing that Shang Yan was vomiting uncomfortably, Zhou Ping quickly reached out and patted his back, then found a bottle of water in the packaging box and handed it to Shang Yan's lips.
Shang Yan gulped down a few mouthfuls of water.
He stared at his hands in shock. "Am I that good?"
Most of the forbidden ruins he developed were auxiliary functions. I just hit this tentacle monster twice with a tree branch, and its head and body separated.
When did he become so awesome?
"It was Zhou Ping who made the call. It's good that you're confident, but you shouldn't be too sure of yourself." 019's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Shang Yan's head, instantly sobering him up.
He straightened up and wiped his mouth.
"Zhou Ping, did you just hit him?" Shang Yan's eyes sparkled with admiration. "Brother, how did you do that? Teach me!"
"I...don't know." Zhou Ping shook his head slightly. He had only wanted to help Shang Yan, and then he swung the tree branch according to the moves he had read in the book.
Seeing Shang Yan staring at him intently, a blush crept onto his face. "I learned it from a book. After reading it... I learned it."
Shang Yan: ?
"Is it some kind of martial arts manual?" Shang Yan asked, leaning closer to him. "It must be a secret martial arts manual that's not passed down to anyone, right?"
Zhou Ping blinked and said seriously, "The names are 'The Sword of the Third Young Master' and 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes,' the two books I've been reading recently."
Shang Yan was stunned. "Huh?"
Isn't this a novel? Did Zhou Ping learn such good swordsmanship from reading novels?
Is that correct?
"Let's go, let's go home early." Zhou Ping reached out and took Shang Yan's hand, leading him quickly towards the Sunshine Community.
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