The phone had no screen lock password. As soon as Bai Youwei opened it, she saw the video in the folder.

She clicked to watch. The video shakily showed her own figure, weak as a frightened quail, pitifully calling out: “Don’t come over! Don’t come over…”

Shen Mo didn’t understand what was worth revisiting about this.

The video continued playing. She was still watching.

Shen Mo didn’t watch—he watched Bai Youwei’s reaction.

After a while, Teacher Cheng’s voice came from the phone… A bit later, Tan Xiao appeared on screen, and then they started fighting.

In the chaos, the phone was thrown aside but still recording. The images were chaotic, but the sound was crystal clear.

Hui Ge said: “Just a cripple, doesn’t even count as a woman… This kind of goods is only novel to play with. If she were really given to me, I’d find her disgusting!”

Bai Youwei’s expression turned utterly dark at that moment!

Her knuckles turned white gripping the phone, eyes fixed deadly on the phone screen, even though it hadn’t captured Hui Ge’s face at all.

Shen Mo frowned, reached out to snatch the phone away, deleted the video in two moves, and tossed the phone aside.

“Rest early. We’ll leave as soon as it’s light tomorrow.” He said.

Bai Youwei said something with her head lowered.

Shen Mo: “What?”

Bai Youwei raised her small face, revealing a smile without a trace of warmth: “I said, not satisfying enough.”

Shen Mo’s frown deepened.

Bai Youwei: “He died too easily. Not satisfying at all.”

Shen Mo stood up to leave. Their relationship had just eased—he didn’t want to argue with her again over words.

“Shen Mo.” Bai Youwei stopped him. “…Can you stay tonight? I’m scared alone.”

Shen Mo: “…”

He understood her hint and was absolutely certain he hadn’t misunderstood her.

Because she was just this crazy—to fight over one breath of pride, she could stake anything.

Shen Mo took a silent deep breath, then looked at Bai Youwei with a calm gaze, his tone also bland: “Sleep early. Don’t take other people’s words to heart.”

Finishing his words, he turned to pull open the door.

Bai Youwei spoke again: “Shen Mo, help me up.”

Shen Mo’s footsteps halted. He stopped for a second, then resignedly came back, walked to the bedside, supporting her back to help her sit up.

Bai Youwei used her hands to support her body, as if without strength, softly leaning against Shen Mo’s chest.

Shen Mo stiffened.

Bai Youwei didn’t move, leaning in his arms. The man’s chest and arms enclosed her. Sweat smell, smoke smell, and the crisp scent of rainwater mixed together—not pleasant, but she didn’t dislike it.

She extended both hands, wrapping around his waist. The tense waist muscles were hard as boards, but also warm.

Shen Mo wanted to pull her away, only to discover she held on even tighter.

“Bai Youwei.” Shen Mo drew a breath. “Don’t go crazy.”

“Do you also think I’m disgusting?” She raised her head in his arms, lifting a calm, emotionless face. “But I’m not happy right now. If you stay tonight, I’ll be satisfied.”

Shen Mo looked at her silently. She didn’t retreat or yield, also quietly looking at him. A pair of clear eyes seemed emotionless, yet revealed a certain persistence—as if to prove something, she’d rather set aside her dignity than know what shame meant.

Shen Mo’s hand gently covered hers, pinching her fingers.

Bai Youwei’s eyes reddened before him.

He didn’t soften. With a firm attitude, he pried her fingers open one by one…

At the last two fingers, Bai Youwei suddenly withdrew her hands, releasing him.

She sat with her head lowered in a patch of shadow, coldly spitting out one word from her throat:

“Get lost.”

Shen Mo turned and left.

The walking was difficult, yet his steps were decisive and crisp, without a trace of hesitation.

…