Chapter 510 My Back is Gone
Anjing then realized that the two of them were disheveled and in the same room. If her older sister saw them, she would have even more trouble explaining herself.
"No need to shout, they'll open the door tomorrow morning." Yan Su chuckled dryly.
Listening quietly to his insincere laughter, she asked suspiciously, "Yan Su, you didn't conspire with those three beforehand, did you?!"
Yan Su said helplessly, "Did I eat a leopard's gall?"
"Hmph, I doubt you'd have the guts." Anjing pondered for a moment and said, "Never mind, do you have your phone? Turn on the light first."
Yan Su felt around and realized that he had rushed out without taking anything with him, so he could only say, "No, where's your phone?"
Anjing said uncertainly, "It seems to be by the bedside. I'll go look for it."
Quietly groping around, she finally reached the bedside, but after bending down and searching for a long time, she still couldn't find her phone.
She sighed and was about to look for something on the other side when she turned around and bumped into Yan Su, who was following behind her. The two of them then fell onto the bed together.
An Jing, pinned down by Yan Su, gasped and glared at him, "Are you doing this on purpose?!"
Yan Su said helplessly, "I came here to help you out of kindness, don't slander me!"
"Then...then get up!" An Jing was practically losing her temper.
"Oh, oh." Yan Su belatedly realized what was happening and propped himself up from her.
But just as she was halfway through her action, An Jing suddenly frowned and said, "Wait a minute!"
Yan Su's Adam's apple bobbed: "What?"
"I think I found my phone, it's right below me, it's poking me."
"Let me feel it." The two of them got up, and Yan Su reached his hand under the covers. When he touched something under the covers, he was unsure for a moment.
He touched it repeatedly before he was sure that he was touching something made of rubber.
"What are you dawdling for? Take it out now," An Jing urged impatiently.
Yan Su awkwardly withdrew his hand and said, "I didn't feel anything, it seems like there's nothing there."
"How is that possible? It's so big, it's poking me." Anjing threw off the blanket and reached over.
"No..." Yan Su felt her movement and wanted to stop her, but it was too late.
In the dark, Anjing held it in her hand and crumpled it several times before realizing what it was.
Her face turned red instantly.
Yan Su cautiously asked, "What...what did you touch?"
Anjing coughed lightly: "Okay, it looks like a leather case."
“Yes, a leather case, the kind used for flashlights!” Yan Su gave himself a deep, self-hypnotic affirmation.
Quietly trying to remain calm, she asked, "What...what were we looking for?"
"Find, find the case... oops, no, I need to find the phone!" Yan Su was just as embarrassed as An Jing.
Suppressing his wildly beating heart, he suggested, "How about we go look over there?"
"Okay!" An Jing moved quickly, immediately covering her burning face and running to the other side.
After this little incident, Anjing actually found her phone not long after.
After all that fuss, she was covered in a hot sweat.
She turned on the flashlight and, using the light, said, "I'm going to take a shower."
Then he ran into the bathroom.
Yan Su responded calmly, and seeing her close the bathroom door, he immediately went to the bedside and rummaged around, finding some trinkets under the pillow and on the bedside table.
He threw all the filth into the trash can in one go before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
Not long after, Anjing came out wearing soft pajamas.
She had clearly calmed down a lot, and while drying her hair, she said to Yan Su, "Um... I'm done washing, do you want to rinse it off?"
Yan Su responded and quickly went into the bathroom as well.
After An Jing saw Yan Su go in, she quickly turned the entire bed over by the light shining from the phone in the bathroom. Only after confirming that there was nothing strange about it did she feel relieved.
Just as she was getting anxious about how to get through the night, she suddenly heard a splash from the bathroom, followed by Yan Su's muffled groan.
An Jing was startled, then quickly got up and ran to the bathroom door, knocking: "Are you alright?!"
After a long pause, someone inside finally spoke: "I'm not dead, I just fell and my back is stiff. Could you please pass me some clothes?"
An Jing wasn't sure if this was Yan Su's trick, but listening to his pained voice, it didn't seem fake. After thinking for a moment, she decided to help him out.
She ran to the closet and rummaged through it but couldn't find a single piece of men's clothing. So she took out one of her own pajamas, cleared her throat, and said, "I'm opening the door. You've covered yourself up with a towel!"
Yan Su gritted his teeth: "I can't move, how can I cover it?"
"Then turn off your phone's flashlight."
"Okay... fine." Yan Su looked at the phone on the toilet seat, gasped, and stretched out his arm, using all his strength, to slowly pry the phone off.
"It's closed. Come in."
Seeing that there was no light inside, Anjing felt relieved and opened the bathroom door. Although the light was off, she still didn't dare to look closely. She just half-opened her eyes and used her feet to scout for someone.
After kicking a few times, she finally hit a solid body.
"Damn it!" Yan Su groaned, feeling like his back was about to break.
"Sorry." Quietly, she threw down her pajamas without expression, turned around, and quickly retreated.
Yan Su: "Hey, aren't you going to help me put it on...?" Her voice was almost inaudible by the end.
His response was the quiet, indifferent sound of the bathroom door closing.
Yan Su had no choice but to continue lying down. After about ten minutes, he finally recovered and slowly sat up.
As he struggled to put on his clothes, he said, "An'an, where did you get these clothes? They feel a bit tight."
"It's good enough that it's there, why make such a fuss?" An Jing rolled her eyes speechlessly.
Almost five minutes later, Yan Su finally used his phone to light the way and slowly and painstakingly moved out.
Using the light from her phone, she sat quietly on the bed, looked Yan Su up and down, and almost burst out laughing.
He was dressed in a small floral print outfit, and his pajama pants had completely turned into capri pants on him. His upper body was even more outrageous, with only four buttons that could be fastened. His pectoral muscles were bulging out, and the cuffs only reached his elbows, clinging tightly to his arms.
An Jing deliberately put on a stern face and said, "Aren't you dressed quite well?"
Yan Su squeezed his legs together, taking a big step as if he was afraid his crotch would split.
Fortunately, he has a back injury and can't take big steps, so this outfit suits him well and complements him perfectly.
He shuffled to the edge of the bed, looking pitiful: "An'an, I'm afraid my back is ruined."
Anjing clasped her hands together and said, "Thank God that the scumbag has no descendants and that all women in the world are safe."
Yan Su: "..."
Seeing that playing the victim was useless, he started grabbing the corner of the bed and slowly inching his way onto the bed.
An Jing became alert: "What are you going to do?"
Yan Su coughed lightly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "Ah, go to sleep. My back hurts, come lie down on the bed."
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