◇ Chapter 25: Drunk
The next three days passed peacefully.
Xie Yu settled down in the Xingfu Community. Shen Ci and Xie Yuanhai seemed to have forgotten him. No one came to disturb him and his life was peaceful. But Xie Yu knew that during this plot, the two groups had clashed several times.
Xie Yuanshan died suddenly, and there were problems with the ownership of the company's shares. Xie Yuanhai was in a state of panic. Shen Ci took advantage of Luo Shao's help and won over many of Xie's old customers.
Jiangcheng now appears to be a stagnant pool on the surface, but in fact it is full of turbulent waves. Xie Yu guessed that the reason why Shen Ci had not come to trouble him was because he was held back by Xie Yuanhai and could not spare any effort.
He enjoys his leisure time and treats it like a vacation: he buys groceries every morning, visits the park in the morning, watches the elderly play cards and fish, takes a nap at noon, plays games and watches TV in the afternoon. His routine is more regular than that of the elderly.
He had no idea that a new guest had moved into the house next door that had been vacant for a long time.
Xingfu Community is a public housing complex built in the last century. The distance between buildings is narrow and the sound insulation is average. It is easy to detect any movement here from the balcony next door.
In three days, Shen Ci saw a completely different Xie Yu.
Although he and Xie Yu had been together for more than six months, at that time Xie Yu was the rich and powerful young master of the Xie family. He lived in hotels, drove luxury cars, and wore famous watches. He had his own driver and doctor. He was surrounded by people and did not need to worry about anything. Although Shen Ci could see a little bit of the gentle undertones in his personality, it was like looking at flowers through the fog, and he could not see clearly.
At that time, Shen Ci never knew that Xie Yu could be like this now.
At 11 o'clock every day, the fire next door starts on time. Xie Yu wears a teddy bear apron and waves a spatula in front of the stove.
When Shen Ci saw it for the first time, he was very worried that Master Xie, who had never touched housework before, would not be able to light the fire or heat the pot, and would burn himself. However, Xie Yu's movements were effortless, and he lit the pot and heated the oil in one go. Even the way he chopped the meat was relaxed and casual. He was definitely an expert.
When Chen Ci was a child, he often cooked using an earthen stove in the countryside. He was not even as tall as the stove at that time, so he tiptoed to add firewood and light the fire, which made him considered a skilled worker.
But he compared them silently for a moment and felt that he was not as good as Xie Yu.
Xie Yu seemed to treat cooking as an art. He hummed a song, and the dishes never repeated for three days. Every meal included main dishes such as steamed fish and roast duck, and there was no sign of perfunctoriness.
Whenever it’s time for dinner, the aroma of food wafts in through the window, the sweet fragrance of onions, ginger, garlic mixed with roasted meat, and the whole building is filled with the smell of smoke.
Sometimes he bought too much meat and couldn't finish it all by himself, so Xie Yu went downstairs to feed the cats. In the evening when the sun was not so glaring, he would chop up the red and white meat and offal, put them in a small plate, put it next to the bench downstairs, and then take a nap on the bench.
Xingfu Community is an old resettlement community with more than a dozen stray cats in it. Every time this happens, they would come over. They were wary of Xie Yu at first, but after two days of feeding, they were full and began to sleep on Xie Yu's trouser legs.
There were no famous breeds of cats in the neighborhood, all were local cats, most of them were big orange cats, fluffy and chubby. They crawled beside them contentedly, licking their fur slowly, and Xie Yu also lazily lay on the bench, stroking the cat intermittently as if he had no bones. Chen Ci couldn't help but secretly opened the window and took a picture.
In the photo, the setting sun dyes everything in sight into warm colors, the cat, the bench, and even the dilapidated walls of the old community. Everything is gentle and warm like the soft belly of an orange cat. The young man on the bench is so lazy and leisurely that one might even feel like one could smell the scent of the sun if one hugs him and takes a breath.
When Xie Yu was feeding the cat, Shen Ci had just finished his work for the day. He lay on the bench for half an hour, and Shen Ci hid in the window and watched for half an hour. His chest was filled with some kind of emotion, and his mentality was calm and peaceful.
Ever since they separated five years ago, Chen Ci often had an illusion when he tossed and turned at night, an illusion that Xie Yu would still stretch out his arms and hold him in his arms, his body temperature transmitting through the thin fabric, burning him.
Chen Ci had always slept alone, but for six months, Xie Yu forced him to get used to sleeping together, so that after they separated, his mind tried its best to restrain itself, but his body still remembered. Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, his body still missed that hug. Later, as time went by, the feeling faded.
And now, this feeling came back again, and his fingertips rubbed against each other unconsciously. He wanted to hug her and breathe in the scent of the sunshine.
But at the same time, he was a little confused.
Xie Yu, is this how it is?
There were so many rumors in Jiangcheng about the eldest son of the Xie family, saying that he was rough and violent, had a quick temper and didn't know how to restrain himself, but no rumors had ever mentioned that Xie Yu was a good cook and liked to go downstairs to feed the cat.
How could there be such a person in this world? The closer we get to each other, the more I like him.
The opinions of outsiders can be fabricated, but the appearance when alone cannot be faked. The so-called irritable, gloomy, crazy and perverted Master Xie is false, but gentle, smiling and good-tempered is true. If Xie Yu really showed violent behavior, it could only be because...
He's sick, he has bipolar disorder.
Shen Ci recalled the lengthy paper, and his palms unconsciously clenched tightly:
"Bipolar disorder has complex causes and various manifestations. When the disease strikes, the patient is completely different from usual. There are few treatment options, and it is difficult to cure it. It can only be alleviated."
*
Xie Yu had no idea what was going on in his neighbor's mind, nor did he know that he had been diagnosed with a terminal mental illness. He was healthy and happy for three days until the time circled on the calendar arrived.
He got up early that day and changed into a pure black suit.
The original owner had an extravagant style of dressing, and he liked haute couture with intricate patterns and bright colors; whereas Xie Yu was used to wearing casual clothes, and he liked jackets and sweatpants, and this suit was a treasured find that he had found after rummaging through boxes and cabinets.
The system was scratching its head, not knowing what the host was up to. When it saw Xie Yu open his backpack and put three bottles of wine in it, its mind was full of questions: "What on earth do you want to do? Do you want to make your own □□?"
Xie Yu said succinctly: "Take it and drink it."
Xie Yu bought these three bottles of wine two days ago. He picked the most expensive bottles on the supermarket shelf without looking at the price or the alcohol content. He just paid and left.
System: "...Xie Yu, I'm warning you, you can't get on the subway with these."
Xie Yu: "Let's take a taxi."
After saying that, he really took out his phone and operated it. The system flew to the side and took a look. He was stunned: "Qiong...Qiong Mountain Cemetery?"
——The male supporting roles of other families go in and out of high-end teahouses, luxurious hotels and top clubs, while the male supporting roles of his family go in and out of resettlement houses for mental hospitals and cemeteries in the far suburbs.
system:"……?"
Xie Yu picked up his bag and went out, and said casually: “Do you remember that there was a plot before, where the original owner got drunk alone and temporarily called Shen Ci to the hospital for a good torture?”
"It seems to be the case?"
"I was wondering why the original owner was drinking alone. He loved to be in a lively atmosphere. He would always invite friends to every party and never act alone. Moreover, given his status, he would never lack company. "Xie Yu sighed slightly, "I guess it was because this was his mother's death anniversary."
The system is an electronic life form, and Xie Yu is his first host. He cannot comprehend the complex emotions of humans. After a slight pause, he asked in confusion, "Are you going to visit the graves?"
Xie Yu said: "I have received her kindness and live in her house. Moreover, she is very similar to my mother. It is reasonable for me to go there."
Qiongshan Cemetery is located in the far suburbs of Jiangcheng, about 40 minutes’ drive from here. It is not far from Xu Qingshan’s mental hospital, and is located in front of and behind the mountain.
Although mental hospitals are generally built in the far suburbs, Xu Qingshan chose this location with the intention of taking care of his sister.
It rained lightly that day and the air was chilly, but Xie Yu didn't feel cold because he was wearing a suit.
Today is not the customary festival for ancestor worship, and there are few visitors to the tomb. Xie Yu bought a bunch of pure white daisies at the entrance of the cemetery and found the grave of the original owner's mother under the pine trees on the back mountain.
There was a bunch of daisies placed in front of the tomb, and there were traces of paper ashes. I guess Xu Qingshan had already paid his respects there.
Xie Yu swept the dust in front of the tomb. This was a small single-person cemetery. Xie Yuanshan and his wife had a mediocre relationship and even had many disagreements. The two were not buried together.
On the tombstone were the owner's photo and name. The original owner's mother was named Xu Qingping. In the black and white photo, she had a gentle face and was smiling quietly. Xie Yu took a look and took a breath.
He stretched out his finger and hovered over the photo, revealing a slightly bitter smile.
It really looks like it.
The two worlds are completely different, yet they have many similarities.
Xie Yu swept away the fallen dust and sat down. He took out a bottle of wine from his bag, sprinkled half of it on the soil in front of the tomb, recited a few blessings commonly used in worship, and then leaned against the pine tree and poured himself a drink.
System: "...really drink it?"
Three bottles of wine, all of them strong liquor.
Xie Yu: "I can't come here many times."
The lady with a quiet smile in the photo would not know that the child she regarded as a treasure is no longer here, and has been replaced by an alien with a system. She also would not know that the plot is about to end, and even this alien will not stay for long.
By then, there will be no one named Xie Yu in the world, and no one except Xu Qingshan will come to this tomb to offer white flowers.
Xie Yu wiped the water stains off the photo, stared at the gentle and beautiful face, and said with a wry smile: "If she knew what the original owner had done, she would be very sad."
A gentle mother, but her child went astray, became infamous and ended up miserably, and became penniless.
System: "Host..."
When he has something on his mind, he always drinks without restraint. The system watched him drink one glass after another, but did not dare to persuade him. When the rain almost soaked his clothes and hair, Xie Yu staggered to his feet with the help of a pine tree, packed his backpack and prepared to leave, he was already half drunk.
The system was terrified: "How are we going to get back... Be careful with the steps!"
The cemetery is located in a remote area and taxis are hard to come by. The nearest bus stop is seven or eight kilometers away. Given Xie Yu's current condition, he might fall down halfway through the walk.
Xie Yu: "I'll go to the mental hospital and stay there for one night."
Anyway, according to the plot, he was supposed to stay there for one night.
The system linked to the navigation and planned the route on the screen: "Okay, we are three kilometers away from Qingshan Mental Hospital. The estimated walking time is 46 minutes. I have planned the route for you... Host! Be careful of the steps!"
The cemetery is built on the hillside and is full of steps.
Xie Yu held on to the roadside railing to steady himself, and rubbed his forehead with a headache. He was indeed drunk.
This wine tastes light on the palate but has a long aftertaste. I didn't notice it when I was sitting just now, but now that I'm standing up, I feel a bit dizzy and don't know which way is which.
In fact, Xie Yu had estimated his alcohol tolerance. Five years ago, this amount of alcohol would not be a problem. However, during the five years of studying abroad, Xie Yu hardly attended any parties. When he did, he would just cook two dishes at home to entertain friends and drink two bottles of beer to relieve the greasiness. He hadn't drunk white wine for a long time.
The system's electronic heart was in its throat, and it clicked every time Xie Yu went down a step. Fortunately, although Xie Yu was drunk like a cat and staggering, his balance was still good, and he always managed to stand firm at the last moment.
After finally reaching the entrance of the cemetery, the system was about to have a myocardial infarction. It tremblingly suggested: "Host, you'd better not leave. I'll ask Xu Qingshan to pick you up. I'll call him, I..."
He stopped talking suddenly in the middle of his words, the system's non-existent pupils shrank, and its electronic heart began to vibrate violently.
There is a man in front of the cemetery.
To be precise, a young man holding an umbrella.
The cemetery was deserted after the rain, but under the archway there was a Bentley with double-row headlights. A man was standing in front of the car, wearing a long black windbreaker and a turtleneck sweater. He had obviously been standing there for a long time, and there was a circle of water stains on the edge of the windbreaker. He was holding an umbrella and looking here from afar.
The system's non-existent cerebral cortex is about to explode.
“Host Su Su Su, Shen Shen Shen Ci, it’s Shen Ci ah ah ah! Why is he here ah ah ah!”
Xie Yu was given a headache by the noise. His amber eyes focused with difficulty and vaguely fell on the person who came. He showed a slightly puzzled expression, as if he didn't understand what the system was howling.
Shen Ci’s eyes swept over Xie Yu’s slightly wet clothes, and he said coldly: “If I don’t come, how do you want to go back?”
It’s so cold, my clothes are soaked, are you going to walk three kilometers to find Xu Qingshan?
He pressed the door, and seeing Xie Yu still standing there, he twitched the corners of his lips slightly, and couldn't tell whether it was sarcasm or self-mockery, and just lowered his eyes: "Why, you don't want to sit in my car even though you're in such a miserable state..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder, and the heat penetrated through his clothes. Shen Ci's fingertips jumped and he looked back in disbelief.
Xie Yu hugged him.
He was drunk and seemed to treat Shen Ci as a railing post to cling to, putting most of his weight on him.
“…”
Xie Yu is an adult man, a tall man with chest and abdominal muscles, and he is not light.
Shen Ci was caught off guard and staggered. He turned around a little helplessly, and the cold expression on his face disappeared without a trace, replaced by confusion and stunned. He raised his hands to wrap around Xie Yu's waist to prevent him from sliding down, and said in a hoarse voice: "What are you doing?"
Xie Yu did not answer. His mind was not clear and he was very cold. Suddenly, he hugged a warm thing. The touch of this thing was extremely familiar, as if he was used to hugging it. He then leaned his face against it and rubbed it against the warm skin.
Shen Ci: “!!!”
Xie Yu was taller than him, and the way he rubbed against him was like a big cat snuggling up to him. Shen Ci hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and touched him.
I felt something cold and wet.
It was so cold in Jiangcheng after the rain that the water vapor stuck to my body and was as cold as ice.
Shen Ci opened the car door and carried Xie Yu in with difficulty. When Master Xie was drunk, his bones were softer than a cat's, and he slumped on the chair. Shen Ci was quite anxious. He fastened Xie Yu's seat belt with difficulty, turned the heater to the highest setting, and finally pulled out a fluffy towel from the storage box and covered Xie Yu's head without saying a word.
Xie Yu raised his eyelids and looked at him, his expression confused.
Shen Ci sighed silently, resigned himself to his fate and wrapped his hair with a towel, his slender fingers sank into his hair and gently wiped it.
As he was wiping, he became a little absent-minded.
As early as five years ago, Xie Yu had wiped his hair in this way.
It was also a cold rainy day. When he hurriedly got into Master Xie's car, he was already two minutes overdue. Shen Ci tensed up his body and prepared to face all the blame. Xie Yu did the same, putting a fluffy towel on the top of his head. Shen Ci still vaguely remembered Xie Yu's expression at the time. He was also like him, with a helpless smile on his lips, as if complaining: "How did you get yourself into this state?"
Shen Ci sighed, collected his thoughts, and concentrated on dealing with his subordinate's hair, but inadvertently met Xie Yu's eyes. Young Master Xie was drunk, but not drunk to death. His brown eyes were half-closed, as if they were being rubbed very comfortably.
...more like a purring big cat.
The big cat lay in the armchair, motionless, allowing you to do whatever you want with its hair, the tips of its ears, and anything else you want.
Chen Ci paused, shifted his gaze away from the other person's dripping collarbone, and wiped his hair again.
After finishing his hair, he had some trouble with clothes. There was no suitable clothes for Xie Yu in the car. Shen Ci reluctantly took off his suit jacket and looked at his bottom shirt with pain. The shirt was soaked with water and stuck to his body, which was not easy to take off. Moreover, Xie Yu did not cooperate - he looked at you in confusion when he was asked to raise his hands, and he looked at you in confusion when he was asked to turn around.
It is roughly estimated that under the influence of alcohol, Master Xie's language analysis system is equivalent to that of a three-year-old child.
Shen Ci didn't know how many times he sighed today. He pulled Xie Yuqiang out of his clothes like peeling garlic, and wrapped him up with a clean towel.
To be honest, the figure under the towel is quite attractive, with smooth and beautiful muscle curves in the chest, abdomen, waist and back. It is a perfect figure between strong and thin, not too hideous and lacking in beauty, nor too thin and weak.
But Shen Ci was no longer in the mood to watch. Xie Yu came to the cemetery in the middle of winter and spent an afternoon in the cold wind and rain without changing his clothes. He was just worried that Xie Yu would catch a cold.
Shen Ci stepped on the clutch, ignited the engine, and the Bentley swung out a beautiful arc and drove onto the winding mountain road.
He couldn't drive five years ago, but now he drives steadily and fast, keeping the speed close to the speed limit.
During this time, Xie Yu regained consciousness once in his confusion. He saw the double image of the person and mistook the driver's seat for a kind person passing by, so he said with difficulty: "Take me there, take me there..."
Shen Ci stopped the car on the side of the road and leaned over to listen to him, but heard Xie Yu say: “…Send it to me, send it to the mental hospital.”
Shen Ci looked at him coldly for a long time before he smiled and said, “No need to see you off.”
He stepped on the accelerator and the Bentley sped away. In less than half an hour, he drove back to the hotel.
Shen Ci stopped at the entrance of the hotel and got Xie Yu out of the car. Xie Yu was as soft as a tailless koala and used Shen Ci as a crutch. Shen Ci was in a state of panic, but when the lobby manager saw him and wanted to help, he blocked him.
"Thank you." Shen Ci politely declined, "Don't bother, I'll carry him up myself."
His tone was polite and courteous, and his clothes and accessories were elegant and delicate. If he hadn't been pressed down by Xie Yu, he would have looked like a noble and gentleman. But now, his hair was messy, a button on his shirt was rubbed off, and his glasses were crooked on the bridge of his nose, looking very embarrassed.
The lobby manager was puzzled and asked again and again: "Do you really not need help?"
Shen Ci shook his head: “It doesn’t matter.”
He carried Xie Yu into the elevator and went all the way to the top floor. When he put Xie Yu on the bed, he was sweating all over. After a simple cleaning for Xie Yu, he went to the bathroom to wash up. When he changed into home clothes and came out, Xie Yu had already fallen asleep.
Xie Yu was even more harmless when he was asleep, with half of his face rubbing against the pillow, and the quilt pressing his cheek into a soft arc.
Shen Ci sat down on the bedside, frowning slightly. Xie Yu was currently drunk, but when he was sober tomorrow, he would definitely ask why he came to the hotel. He pondered for a moment, but couldn't think of the right words. He was a little upset. When he was about to call his secretary to send some hangover medicine, Xie Yu suddenly rubbed against him and held his hand.
“…”
In a trance, Shen Ci even thought he had returned to five years ago.
This was a completely subconscious action of Xie Yu, following his body's instinct. There was something familiar next to him, so he raised his hand, grabbed it, and pulled it into his arms.
Xie Yu was drunk, but he was quite strong. Shen Ci was pulled sideways by him and fell on the bed. The home clothes he had just put together were messed up again. Xie Yu was like an animal that had found a familiar position, and he circled Shen Ci and didn't move.
He hugged too tightly and was uncomfortable. Shen Ci pushed him away reflexively, but Xie Yu opened his eyes dazedly, like a drunk cat: "Don't move, let me hold you..."
As he said this, he tilted his head and was about to fall asleep again.
Shen Ci stared at him for a long time, and suddenly stretched out his hand to support his forehead, forcing him to look at him: "Xie Yu, who am I?"
Xie Yu was drowsy and did not answer. He frowned slightly, with a look of dissatisfaction at being disturbed in his sleep, and turned his head to sleep again.
But Shen Ci didn't let go. He looked directly into Xie Yu's eyes: "Who are you hugging? Who do you want to hug?"
After five years abroad, given Young Master Xie's playboy personality, he might not have no new partner. Five years ago, the other party left cleanly and didn't recognize him at all after returning to China. Now it's all because of Shen Ci's self-degradation and wishful thinking. But if he was thinking of other people with him, he, Shen Ci, would not belittle himself to this extent.
Xie Yu looked at him in confusion, struggling to digest the meaning. After Shen Ci repeatedly questioned him, his muddled mind vaguely remembered something, and he muttered to himself: "You are Mr. Porcelain... Mr. Porcelain."
Shen Ci suddenly let go of his hand.
...Mr. Porcelain?
Of course he remembered this word, the safe word they had agreed upon on the first day they met. At that time, Chen Ci only thought it was a humiliating mockery, but he didn't expect it to be the beginning of his fall.
Xie Yu still remembers.
The coldness between his brows disappeared almost completely, turning into a stunned bewilderment. His stiff body softened, and he allowed Xie Yu to pull him into his arms like a pillow.
This was a very close posture, the heat of the embrace was scorching, Xie Yujun's straight nose was close at hand, Shen Ci stared at it for a long time, suddenly closed his eyes, and moved closer.
He lightly touched her lips and stole a pine-scented kiss.
*
When Xie Yu woke up the next day, he had a splitting headache.
Back then, he was also a good drinker, and he had no problem drinking from a bottle of liquor. Unfortunately, as high school went by, Xie Yu's drinking capacity, like his rebelliousness, was gone, and he fell into a miserable situation where he would get drunk after just one bottle.
His forehead was swollen and painful, his temples were stinging, the back of his head was throbbing with pain, and every part of his head was aching. Without checking, he fell off the bed and half-knelt on the carpet.
The carpet was thick and soft. Xie Yu sat down on the bed, his fingers sinking into the carpet hair.
……carpet?
His chaotic mind finally cleared up a little, and he recalled what happened before the blackout:
He should have been at the Qiongshan Cemetery to pay tribute to the original owner's mother. Later, he drank a few glasses of wine. The wine had a long aftertaste, so he didn't feel anything after drinking it. But when he stood up and walked around twice, he suddenly blacked out.
And now?
He looked around. It was a luxurious hotel with a top-floor suite, huge floor-to-ceiling windows and a fan-shaped bathtub. The sun was shining outside and the sky was an endless azure blue.
It was his original hotel suite.
If the phone hadn't clearly displayed the date, Xie Yu would have thought that he had died of drinking in the cemetery, and would have reloaded the save file and returned directly to the starting point of the story.
The system's voice came faintly: "Host, are you awake?"
Xie Yu: "Why am I here?"
The system continued: "Yes, why are you here?"
"Who brought you back? What happened last night? What did you do to the person who brought you back? Don't you remember anything at all?"
It was very dissatisfied with its host for drinking and losing its memory, which forced it to face Shen Ci alone, and spoke in a sarcastic and cryptic tone.
Xie Yu didn't have the energy to argue with him. He rubbed his brows and said weakly, "How do I know so much? My head hurts... Don't you have that thing, that pain shielding system? Give me some quickly."
His brain was about to explode.
The system shook its head: "I can only treat pain related to the plot, such as cracking your fingers. I can't help you."
Xie Yu: "...What use do I have for you?"
With a hangover, Xie Yu really didn't have the energy to think much. He straightened up with difficulty, his face was pale, beads of sweat rolled down his chin, and the clothes on his back were also wet.
Now even the system didn't dare to be sarcastic: "Host, are you in pain?"
“Nonsense.” Xie Yu took a deep breath. He felt dizzy and tried to joke with the system to ease his attention: “System, are you sure the pain related to the plot won’t go wrong?”
Although the plot is a bit broken at present, Shen Ci's behavior is not completely consistent with the original text, and it is irrelevant. However, Xie Yu and the system have repeatedly confirmed that their plots are consistent at 65%, which is a lot of small deviations, but no big deviations. In theory, the ending will not be greatly deviated. The system has firmly told him that the current situation is temporary and there is no big problem. It will get back on track sooner or later.
Back on track, there will still be a series of plots such as breaking fingers. The ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain of breaking them is not comparable to ordinary pain. If the system goes wrong at that time, Xie Yu will beat people.
The system was very dissatisfied with his doubt: "I am a professional system, you cannot question my professionalism... I can let you give it a try."
The fluorescent blue light screen flickered, and the nerves in the fingers of my left hand seemed to be suddenly pulled away.
The system said coldly: "Try to see if you can feel any pain. I lose."
"Can we go back after we break it off?"
"I'll correct it for you after I break it. It's free."
When people are in pain, they always do something to divert their attention, such as biting their lower lip or pinching themselves when being tortured. Although this will only make the body more painful, it does have a certain placebo effect.
Xie Yu's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He clenched his fingers, trying to concentrate on this area. The touch under his fingertips was very strange, like a piece of plasticine, soft but lacking in elasticity. There was a dent when he pressed it. The texture was completely different from that of human skin. He tentatively pried it out, and the bone made a crisp sound, and then the joint dislocated, and a finger hung down softly.
It really doesn’t hurt, not even one percent of the pain in my forehead.
However, before the system could take back the finger, the door was suddenly opened with great force, and the metal hinges creaked under the heavy weight. Xie Yu looked up with a pale face, and saw Shen Ci standing at the door, with gloomy eyebrows and a livid face. A pair of dark brown eyes stared at him, and there was countless sadness hidden in his eyes.
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