The hospital corridor was quiet, with only occasional low voices of people passing by. One of the lights in the hallway seemed to have a poor connection, flickering dimly. It wasn’t particularly scary, but it did make one feel drowsy.
Wei Zhi squatted outside the emergency room waiting. Her head nodded up and down, and she didn’t know how long it had been when the door behind her opened. A nurse poked her head out and said, “Family members can come in now.”
The young girl rubbed her eyes and stood up. She peeked inside from the doorway and saw the man sitting by the bed, holding up his hand that had been newly wrapped in bandages. He was flexing his fingertips as if studying whether he had become disabled.
The bandage was no longer seeping blood. It was snow-white with a bit of yellow from the medicine powder – a very safe color.
The person standing at the door breathed a sigh of relief.
After a while, she crept in. As the doctor was tidying up his tools, the man heard her stealthy footsteps and turned his head. Their eyes met with her timid gaze.
She paused, straightening up like a cat caught stealing fish. “Um,” she mumbled, “Is it done? Does it still hurt?”
The hospital was well-heated. He had taken off his snow jacket and was wearing just a black short-sleeved T-shirt over his quick-dry shirt. The T-shirt hadn’t gotten dirty at all, contrasting with his now slightly pale skin due to blood loss, making it particularly eye-catching.
“It never hurt,” he said, his gaze sweeping over her.
Their eyes met briefly before her gaze slid from his eyes to his prominent Adam’s apple, which moved slightly with his breathing…
Her gaze dropped further, landing back on his hand resting casually on his leg. His hands were beautiful, with distinct finger bones. Now wrapped in bandages, he couldn’t bend his palm freely, but his fingers were elegantly curved, resting there.
What was it about attractive men?
Just seeing his hands could awaken one’s GHS consciousness, perhaps imagining a bit too much, making one’s legs go weak.
Tonight, for the scenes of the second male lead guard Amo in “Eighteen Positions of Cultivation in Another World,” she might be able to draw ten more pages…
She forced herself to look away.
Just then, the doctor began to instruct: “Don’t eat seafood, spicy food, or any other irritating foods for the next few days. No alcohol. I see you’re here in Xinjiang for skiing, right? It’s best to take a break from skiing for a few days—”
Wei Zhi turned her face to listen attentively – although there wasn’t much to pay attention to. From childhood to adulthood, whether it was getting sick, seeing a doctor, getting medicine, or having surgery, it was always the same routine…
But she still listened very carefully.
Until she heard the man say, “How can I just take a break? I don’t need my hands to ski.”
Doctor: “?”
Wei Zhi: “…”
Under the doctor’s confused gaze, the young girl who had been standing by the bed looking up at the doctor attentively like a schoolgirl slowly turned her head. Her almond-shaped round eyes widened as she looked at him, filled with incredulity: Why are you talking back to the doctor? Is there something still wrong with you, like your brain?
This personal attack came silently, vividly, and very sincerely.
Under the silent attack from both his little disciple and the doctor, the man leaned back, showing a rare hint of childishness: “I was just saying.”
Wei Zhi blinked.
The doctor looked back and forth between the young man and woman, also used to this. As the hospital closest to the ski resort, during the snow season, they often had people involved in extreme sports brought in or walking in with various injuries…
Based on experience, these people were often more well-behaved as beginners, but as they became more experienced, their ways of courting danger gradually increased—
He had seen people who broke their hands, got casts, were discharged the next day, and came back to report on the third day. If he got upset with them about these things, he’d be angered to death sooner or later.
He couldn’t be bothered to waste words on him and turned to the only person present, other than the patient himself, who seemed to have ears: “Family members need to keep him in check.”
Her?
Could she control him?
Even Ultraman couldn’t stop little monsters from coming to Earth, right?
Wei Zhi moved her lips, symbolically resisting, and said softly, “I’m not family…”
The doctor, having packed up his things and now having nothing else to do, saw the young girl standing there with her face so red that even the tips of her ears were flushed. He smiled, his eyes narrowing: “Then what are you, a Good Samaritan?”
A Good Samaritan wouldn’t have run all the way to pay the fees and crouched outside the whole time while the person inside was getting stitches…
Who hasn’t been young before? It was obvious what was going on.
Wei Zhi was at a loss for words. She turned to look at Shan Chong, who was sitting there lazily, obviously not bothering to respond to her, since she had chosen to contradict the doctor.
Seeing he had no reaction and was pretending to be blind, she reached out and tugged at his clothes, meaning: Say something.
Shan Chong sat on the bed with one leg curled up, taking in her embarrassment with a calm gaze. He lifted his eyelids indifferently: “Weren’t you just calling me ‘dad’ quite happily?”
Wei Zhi was shocked: “Are you happy being a dad?”
“Happy, why wouldn’t I be happy?” Shan Chong stretched out one leg, his eyebrows and eyes relaxed. He turned to the doctor, “Doctor, see how capable my daughter is? Other people’s kids are just learning to run errands, and mine can already help her dad pay fees at the hospital.”
The doctor laughed briefly, his eyes saying: You young people play quite elaborately, huh?
Wei Zhi glanced at the doctor once and didn’t dare to look a second time. She was so embarrassed she could die. She raised her foot and kicked the man’s foot hanging off the bed: “Stop talking!”
“Didn’t you ask me to speak?”
“Weren’t you the one who started taking advantage by calling me ‘family member’? I was just retaliating appropriately!”
Shan Chong: “I didn’t.”
He pursed his lips and glanced at her with a slightly confused look: “The nurse called first.”
Pretending to be wronged.jpg.
Wei Zhi: “…”
……
It was almost ten o’clock at night when they left the hospital. Even though the sun had set late in Xinjiang, by now it was completely dark.
Shan Chong and Wei Zhi went to the parking lot to get the car and found two stray dogs crouching by the car—
In the dead of winter, with snow falling outside, the stray dogs were shivering from the cold. One was crouching behind the car smoking, while the other was crouching in front of the car. Hearing footsteps, he raised his head and called out pitifully: “Brother Chong.”
Who else could it be but Lao Yan?
At this moment, his complexion was poor, with bruises at the corners of his lips, presumably left from his earth-shattering actions when he went to “apologize” to Jiang Nanfeng earlier…
He looked quite pitiful.
But also quite deserving.
Following behind the man, Wei Zhi raised her hand to brush the snow off her shoulders and let out a loud “hmph” to express her dissatisfaction. How do they always say that male creatures never grow up until they become fathers? In her view, Lao Yan was a typical example of someone who stirs up trouble for no reason.
She took out the keys and unlocked the car door, got into the driver’s seat with a black face, moving quickly with both hands and feet.
She didn’t even acknowledge Shan Chong.
The man watched her climb into the driver’s seat with hands and feet, slamming the car door shut with a temper, making it shake thunderously. He didn’t get angry, but instead let out a brief chuckle, then turned his gaze to the other disciple crouching in front of the car—
At this moment, the laughter in those pitch-black pupils gradually faded until it disappeared completely. He didn’t scold or reprimand him in front of everyone, but this silent demeanor was even more frightening.
He just stared unblinkingly at Lao Yan, who was full of remorse. Outside, Lao Yan was a big shot who was greeted wherever he went, but in front of his master, all that arrogance and domineering attitude completely vanished—
It wasn’t that he had to learn to be a park to be like this.
Like many of Shan Chong’s other disciples, they gathered around him simply because they admired such a person.
When snowboarding was an even more niche sport than street skateboarding, he was already there.
Today, with the Winter Olympics approaching, snow resorts in winter and Sunac Ice World in various cities in summer are bustling with activity. Snowboarding has become the hottest sport that most people are willing to try… He happened to retire and went down to the grassroots level.
He never used his identity as a retired professional athlete to his advantage. His short video platform profile page was clean, only listing the logos of a few major brand sponsors out of courtesy, occasionally uploading a few videos…
Many people came to him for various purposes, asking him to teach, but he refused them all.
Now that snowboarding is booming, how many weirdos have appeared in the snow circle who can barely ski themselves, bend over, and stick out their butts, yet charge fees to teach others, specifically scamming newbie beginners? Why? Of course, because beginners’ money is the easiest to scam—
But he, who seemed to be scraping by every day, still refused to teach beginners’ courses and earn that easy money.
Some people criticized him for being arrogant, some soured that he was aloof, unable to let go of his former pride as a national team athlete.
No matter how outsiders evaluated Shan Chong’s past identity as an athlete, after getting to know him up close as disciples and friends, they truly had a sense of awe and affection for Shan Chong as a person.
Lao Yan’s impulsive actions had caused him to get hurt, and everyone around knew about it. The private messages of backstabbing were about to explode, but no one said much or blamed him in the group chat, after all, they were all adults…
And there was no need for others to say anything, Lao Yan himself was very remorseful.
After recording his statement and being released from the police station, he promptly came to squat at the hospital entrance, waiting until he was almost frozen to death in the ice and snow. He didn’t complain at all, finally seeing Shan Chong arrive.
“Brother Chong,” Lao Yan spoke up, his voice tired and hoarse, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen. I was wrong earlier.”
You were wrong, and as soon as I left, you went and had another fight with Dai Duo?
Shan Chong’s bandaged and stitched hand hung at his side as he looked down at him, seriously considering how to best address this matter. At this moment, the driver’s door was opened again.
The little girl stuck her head out fiercely: “I’m hungry! Are you guys getting in the car or not? If not, I’m leaving! You can stay here and chat slowly!”
Taking the car keys made her the owner of the car, holding the power of life and death.
Shan Chong looked towards the sound, seeing Wei Zhi with half her body leaning out, resting on the edge of the car door. She was a small white figure, her chin just resting on the edge of the door frame, glaring at them vigorously.
He swallowed the words he was about to say, his eyes calm, “Don’t shout, you’re making my wound hurt.”
Wei Zhi: “…”
He shifted his gaze back to Lao Yan: “Have you eaten?”
Just these four ordinary words.
Lao Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently.
The atmosphere changed instantly.
Wei Zhi, looking at Lao Yan’s dejected figure, sensed the unusual atmosphere… Eager to gossip, she jumped out of the car again with a “bang”, circled back to the front of the car, stood next to Shan Chong to first confirm her strong and powerful support, then half-hidden behind him, stretched her neck to look at Lao Yan: “You’re not crying, are you?”
Lao Yan didn’t make a sound.
Wei Zhi stretched her neck further, just about to call the senior brother who had already gotten in the car and was being lazy to come and analyze together, when her hoodie was pulled down from behind.
The man’s deep, unfathomable pupils flickered with barely noticeable indulgence. He said helplessly, “Wei Zhi.”
He called her full name, with a hint of warning in his tone.
It meant to tell her not to bully her senior brother.
Wei Zhi tugged at her hood, using her other hand to pry open his fingers and free herself from his grasp, turning around—
She let go of the hood but didn’t immediately release his hand, instead using her soft fingertips to gently squeeze the man’s slightly cold knuckles from being outside for too long…
She had wanted to do this since earlier.
In the emergency room, when she saw his fingertips slightly curved, lightly resting on his leg.
“I’m really hungry. Can’t we talk in the car?” Wei Zhi said, holding his fingers and refusing to let go in what she considered a very natural and addictive manner. “Aren’t you hungry? Do you know how much blood you lost earlier? Your hands are cold now, even a corpse isn’t this cold… Feel it yourself.”
As she rambled on, that moment of watery, misty, tear-filled strange atmosphere between men instantly disappeared.
Shan Chong’s expression relaxed a bit. He withdrew his hand from her soft, warm, delicate paws without much reluctance.
The cold wind blew, making his knuckles, which had just been warmed by her caress, feel even colder than before… The man didn’t respond to her, only looking at Lao Yan and saying, “We’ll talk about it in the car.”
……
The four of them got in the car and finally found a barbecue restaurant that was still open late at night.
They walked in and sat down. Wei Zhi ordered grilled fish and a bunch of meat skewers, as well as three naan breads and a bowl of fried rice. Shan Chong, who had been chatting idly with Bei Ci, turned his head to see her marking things on the menu. After a moment of silence, he asked, “Have you been starving since your past life?”
Wei Zhi ignored him and handed the menu to Bei Ci.
Bei Ci ordered some beer and passed the menu to Lao Yan, who had no appetite and waved his hand, giving the menu directly to the restaurant owner.
The lights in the restaurant were bright, and the atmosphere between the men lacked the sappiness of the dark snowy night. Lao Yan sat there in silence, rubbing his frozen hands slightly. Shan Chong glanced at him, opened a beer bottle with one hand at the edge of the table, poured a glass, and pushed it to him.
“Did you apologize to Jiang Nanfeng?” he asked.
Lao Yan raised his head, his lips moving slightly: “I didn’t get the chance.”
Shan Chong poured a second glass and pushed it to Bei Ci. “Oh,” he said, “So when I told Bei Ci to take you to knock on their door and apologize to Jiang Nanfeng, you went, but the purpose of knocking on the door was to fight with Dai Duo?”
Hearing this, Bei Ci, who should have been very serious about the topic, couldn’t help but laugh… After laughing enough, he even took out his phone to show Wei Zhi the picture he took of the police taking Lao Yan and Dai Duo to the police car, and sharing it with her.
Wei Zhi looked at it and saw that Lao Yan’s mouth was bruised, while Dai Duo’s face was still delicate and beautiful. She couldn’t help but sigh that he couldn’t even win a fight against someone who looked like a woman, wondering what use this guy was—
She took out her phone, without consulting Lao Yan, and called Jiang Nanfeng. The other end rang twice before answering, and Jiang Nanfeng immediately said, “You’ve been gone for quite a while, huh? It’s ten o’clock. If I had to wait obediently for you to come back and feed me, I might have starved to death.”
Wei Zhi: “I’ve brought you spiritual food.”
Jiang Nanfeng: “What are you up to?”
Wei Zhi handed the phone to Lao Yan, her expression roughly saying “If you don’t apologize now, a beer bottle will hit your head in the next second.” The latter looked at Shan Chong, but the man just sat there, looking like he didn’t want to get involved.
… The youngest is the youngest. As long as they don’t push it too far, the master turns a blind eye to whatever they do.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as the young man raised his glass and downed the drink in front of him in one go. When he spoke again, his voice was unprecedentedly low and hoarse. He called out “Jiang Nanfeng,” and Wei Zhi witnessed the power of a scumbag—
Calling her full name was different from the overly sweet “sister” he usually used. It was dejected and guilty, with a hint of moisture, at a level that might make even the dubbing of “Autumn in My Heart” bow down in respect.
Lao Yan’s brows were slightly furrowed, and his handsome baby face that still hadn’t lost its childishness showed the troubles unique to young people. He held Wei Zhi’s phone and said to the person on the other end: “About today’s incident, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have caused a scene in front of so many people and involved you—”
……
“I never thought you were that kind of person.”
……
“It’s my thinking that was problematic.”
……
“This afternoon, when I called you, I wanted to apologize for ditching the lesson again. I admitted that I was being petty about the WeChat friends thing, but Dai Duo answered the phone. I asked where you were, and he said you were in bed.”
……
“He was talking nonsense.”
……
“I was too anxious and acted stupidly.”
……
“I’m sorry.”
While the other end of the phone remained silent as a chicken, Lao Yan had already slowly said everything he needed to say in that extremely hoarse voice, explaining the whole situation and apologizing without missing a bit—
Have you ever seen a cute guy act coy?
Speaking with a thick nasal tone, voice hoarse and pitiful. Yet not whitewashing himself at all, sincerely apologizing.
Wei Zhi witnessed it, sitting across the table, her already round eyes gradually widening—
It had to be said, that Lao Yan’s face was very deceptive. Now he looked like an abandoned puppy whimpering in a wet cardboard box in a storm, drenched and pitiful.
…………… Damn, she would never again curse straight men for naturally lacking a bitch-detecting radar. It turned out she didn’t have one either.
Even though she knew he was being a bitch, she had no way to expose him.
In Wei Zhi’s shock, Jiang Nanfeng was the first to react from the silence on the phone, asking with a half-beat delay in a tone that betrayed no emotion: “Do you have a cold?”
“It’s nothing,” Lao Yan said. “I was waiting for Brother Chong outside the hospital tonight and got a bit of cold wind. I might have caught a chill.”
“Oh, you should apologize to him.”
“Mm,” Lao Yan obediently said, “I did apologize.”
“Have you taken any medicine?”
“Not yet.”
“Go home and make some Banlangen tea.”
“Okay.”
Wei Zhi: “…”
Wei Zhi was stunned by the rhythm of this conversation. For the first time in her life, she felt a bit sorry for her phone bill, thinking it didn’t die peacefully or worthily.
Before she could interrupt their rambling, Jiang Nanfeng suddenly changed the subject and asked, “Is Dai Duo very popular? Would I get acid thrown on me if there were rumors about us being together?”
“There are many foolish girls who like him, but most of them stop liking him after interacting with him,” Lao Yan said. “I must have been out of my mind to associate that annoying person with you.”
Jiang Nanfeng replied, “Oh, then it’s not a problem… Dai Duo isn’t bad-looking. I don’t mind being rumored to be with him as long as his fans don’t attack me.”
Lao Yan retorted, “He doesn’t have fans. I’m the one with fans.”
After a pause, Lao Yan asked, “Sister, will you still attend my class?”
Jiang Nanfeng responded, “I’ll think about it.”
Jiang Nanfeng ended the call. Lao Yan returned the phone to Wei Zhi, politely saying “Thank you” —
Everything seemed so peaceful, filled with the harmonious atmosphere of a world full of kindness and love.
Wei Zhi, witnessing this scene for the first time, felt a bit panicked. She looked towards Bei Ci, wanting to ask if Lao Yan was always like this and if his tens of thousands of followers on that short video platform knew that their “cool” and “awesome” idol could speak with such a nasal tone that it could lift the top of one’s skull.
She moved her lips weakly but then caught sight of Shan Chong pouring a full glass of beer from the corner of her eye.
Turning her head, she looked at Shan Chong.
After pouring the beer, Shan Chong looked up to find the young girl’s gaze shifting between him and the beer glass like an X-ray.
After a moment of silence, he casually pushed the full glass of beer towards Lao Yan.
Then he called the owner and ordered a can of cola.
The cola arrived with the grilled fish. Shan Chong opened the can with one hand, making a “pop” sound, and poured it into an empty glass. As the drink’s bubbles fizzed, his voice rang out: “You’ve been meddling in quite a few affairs tonight.”
It didn’t sound like criticism.
Shan Chong’s speaking pattern was easy to decipher: if it wasn’t criticism, then it was probably approval.
Wei Zhi picked up a piece of fish belly meat with her chopsticks and placed it in his bowl. She asked the owner for a spoon and personally put it in Shan Chong’s left hand, holding it.
As the man unhurriedly and strangely elegantly used the spoon to bring the tender, boneless piece of fish to his mouth, she mumbled beside him: “Your affairs are not just any affairs to me.”
Shan Chong put down the spoon and looked at her.
Wei Zhi rubbed her earlobe, pinched it, and let go.
She picked up her teacup, pretending to drink, and glanced at him over the rim. Her teeth clinked against the cup’s edge as she asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Shan Chong said casually. “My partner has certainly had a tough night tonight.”
With a gulp, Wei Zhi spat the tea she had just sipped back into the cup.
As Bei Ci puzzledly asked, “What partner? Did your mother come to Xinjiang?”, she silently put down the cup and pushed it away.
Even with ten times more courage, she couldn’t bring herself to say “You’re welcome.”
…
After eating, they returned to the hotel around eleven at night. Since their previous room had been messed up by Lao Yan and Dai Duo, the hotel gave them a new room.
Jiang Nanfeng was taking a bath in the tub. Wei Zhi had just sat down with a sigh of relief and opened her computer to work on an update. She was drawing a scene where “Early in the morning, A Mo gets up and practices sword shirtless in the bamboo forest, the scars on his back looking extremely sexy under the sweat, and the female lead happens to pass by and watch” —
Just as she was passionately drawing A Mo’s slender, knuckled hand holding the Youlong sword, the doorbell rang.
Holding her stylus, Wei Zhi sighed as her creative flow was forcibly interrupted. She tossed the pen aside and stood up. Responding with a “Coming!”, she walked to the door in her slippers.
Outside stood Bei Ci, holding the snow boots she had left in the passenger seat of Shan Chong’s car earlier.
“Your shoes. Are we reenacting ‘Cinderella’ here? Do we need a hound to fetch your shoes back?” Bei Ci said. “One question: that day when you were drunk and left your shoes in Chong-ge’s car, did you walk back barefoot?”
“…Huh?” Wei Zhi thought for a moment, then said with a serious face, “Yeah.”
Bei Ci didn’t doubt it much; after all, drunk people are capable of anything.
He’d even believe it if she said she had rolled in the snow.
Shoving the boots into the young girl’s arms, he looked around and said, “Another thing, Chong-ge said you took his gloves back… Where are they?”
Wei Zhi thought blankly for a moment, then looked back at the coffee table and realized that there were indeed two pairs of gloves stuffed in her helmet…
It was true that earlier in the afternoon, due to the sudden turn of events, Shan Chong’s gloves and her own had been carelessly tossed into her safety helmet. When she took them out of the car earlier, she had completely forgotten about it.
She was about to go to the coffee table to get the gloves when Jiang Nanfeng called from the bathroom: “Jiji, bring me my facial cleanser and makeup remover! My legs hurt, and I can’t stand up to reach them!”
Hearing this, Wei Zhi smiled apologetically at Bei Ci, dropped a “You heard her, just grab them yourself,” and slipped into the bathroom.
Bei Ci entered the room on his own.
He found Shan Chong’s gloves in the helmet on the coffee table. As he glanced around, he noticed Wei Zhi’s computer was on, displaying a drawing software. In front of the computer was a drawing tablet with an unfinished sketch of a man holding a sword —
The sword was intricately detailed.
The hand was beautiful.
“Little junior sister,” Bei Ci bent down, squinting slightly as he leaned closer to the half-finished drawing on the computer, and asked casually, “What are you drawing?”
Just as he finished speaking, he saw the young girl who had just slipped into the bathroom now rushing out, her hand moving in a chopping motion as she flew towards him and slammed the laptop screen shut —
And flipped the tablet face-down as well.
Bei Ci: “…”
Bei Ci: “? What’s the matter? I just asked what you were drawing. It’s not like it’s a manga from that pink software, why so nervous?”
The real *pink manga software champion* *pinnacle of pink manga* otaku lady: “…”
Wei Zhi: “Don’t say such things!”
Bei Ci let out an “Oh?”: “You even know about the pink manga software?”
Wei Zhi: “…”
Damn it.
Wei Zhi: “Jiang Nanfeng is a VVVIP, she reads it every day and occasionally shares with me, so I know about it.”
I’m sorry, Jiang Nanfeng.
Bei Ci didn’t doubt anything else and stroked his chin, saying “Oh” before asking: “So what were you drawing just now?”
“…” Wei Zhi kept a straight face and said, “Wuxia.”
Bei Ci: “Does anyone still read wuxia these days?”
The otaku lady with thousands of readers who daily urge the protagonist to undress: “…”
“No one reads it,” she said seriously. “I’m just drawing for fun. My real job is being a rich second-generation freeloader.”
Bei Ci: “…”
Bei Ci: “Let me ask you a question, do you like our master?”
Wei Zhi: “?”
Wei Zhi almost screamed and wanted to lift the computer to hit Bei Ci on the head.
Fortunately, Bei Ci quickly followed up: “If not, how about considering me? When I was born, I was wrapped in a phoenix crown and robes, hundreds of birds sang at the horizon, and a brilliant glow filled the sky. The fortune-teller said I was born noble, with the only flaw being a weak stomach, so I might need to rely on others in the future—”
Wei Zhi: “…”
Wei Zhi: “My mom likes doctors. Why don’t you go get a medical license?”
Bei Ci: “Well, that kind of support would involve some actual skills, might be a bit tough to swallow.”
Wei Zhi looked towards the door: “Good night, Senior Brother. Bye-bye.”
…
When Bei Ci returned to the hotel room, Shan Chong was preparing to take a bath.
The man sat on the edge of the bed, his legs naturally bent, wrapping his hand layer by layer with plastic wrap. Hearing the door open and close, he didn’t look up: “It took you that long just to deliver a pair of shoes?”
Bei Ci came in with Shan Chong’s skiing gloves, casually tossing them into the helmet on the table. While rummaging for mineral water, he rambled: “No, we just chatted a bit.”
Shan Chong chuckled lightly: “You two had things to chat about?”
“Yeah,” Bei Ci nodded vaguely. “When I went up, the little girl was working — I just took a glance, turns out she’s an artist too. But the subject she draws is pretty niche, doesn’t seem very profitable. She seriously told me her main occupation is being a rich second-generation.”
Bei Ci smacked his lips and continued: “So I had to ask, right? I asked if she likes our master, and if not, whether I might have a chance—”
Bei Ci spoke cheerfully.
He didn’t notice that the man sitting on the bed had stopped wrapping the plastic wrap and turned his head. That handsome, cold face looked over at him, devoid of emotion.
“She said she doesn’t like him,” Bei Ci said, following his own understanding, “but she didn’t let me have a chance either. She told me to leave. Boo-hoo, so frustrating.”