As Bei Ci opened the car door, a peaceful silence, reminiscent of a graveyard, greeted him.
Wei Zhi, engrossed in her phone, barely acknowledged the disturbance with a lazy tilt of her chin, not even offering a full glance.
Shan Chong leaned against the opposite side, fast asleep. His head rested on a dinosaur pillow originally from the back seat, his breathing slow and steady. A slight furrow creased his brow.
He was in a deep slumber.
It’s often said that alcohol is an excellent numbing agent. Bei Ci couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Shan Chong sleep so peacefully. Even the noise of the car door opening hadn’t stirred him.
And there was no sleep-talking either.
Just quiet, uninterrupted sleep.
The car’s interior, neither spacious nor cramped, held two people who, despite sitting together, maintained a noticeable distance. They appeared as strangers, creating an odd atmosphere.
Bei Ci leaned on the car door, pondering for a moment before breaking the silence. “Chong-ge’s asleep, huh?”
Wei Zhi, still focused on her phone, responded with a simple “Mm” without looking up.
She would have jumped out of the car otherwise.
Especially after what had just happened.
Wei Zhi’s mind was in chaos, absently scrolling through her phone without registering anything. She felt as if she had ceased to exist, save for the lingering sensation on her lips where they had touched the man’s.
That fleeting moment of contact had been etched into her memory with the precision of an engraving tool. His heated breath, the muddled scent of alcohol, the crisp winter air still clinging to him, his Adam’s apple bobbing…
Holy crap! Holy mama!
She had never been this close to a man before. That was her first kiss!
…Well, if it could even be called a kiss?
Wei Zhi was beyond flustered.
She had been crying so hard earlier that her mind had gone blank. When he brushed against her, she hadn’t even processed what was happening. By the time she came to her senses, he had already withdrawn to his original position and gently patted her head with his bandaged hand.
It was an incredibly paternal gesture.
He had also taken away the pillow she had been clutching, now damp with (possibly) snot and tears. She hadn’t resisted at all, her entire being reduced to a question mark.
Amidst the overwhelming confusion and her thundering heartbeat, she raised her hand to her lips, belatedly transforming from a question mark to an exclamation point.
When she finally reacted and turned to ask the man if he had just kissed her or merely brushed against her, she found him already asleep.
Leaving Wei Zhi to agonize alone.
Until three seconds before Bei Ci reopened the door, she had been touching her lips every ten seconds, the small patch of skin that had absorbed the man’s breath…
It was hot and tingling.
Thankfully, she always had the habit of applying lip balm.
At least that area felt nice to the touch.
But at this moment…
Bei Ci, unaware of her jumbled thoughts, only knew that she had suddenly become mute. His gaze darted between them a few times before he couldn’t help but ask, “You two—”
Before he could finish, the young woman looked up from her phone, giving him a quiet glance…
Bei Ci then noticed her eyes were as swollen and red as peaches.
Her hair had hidden her profile earlier, so he hadn’t seen clearly.
Bei Ci choked on his words, recalling Shan Chong’s earth-shattering declaration at the dinner table. The first half could be explained as him brushing off Xiao Xiong, but the latter half…
That had seemed genuinely heartfelt.
Given that Wei Zhi didn’t know she might be the person he was talking about, it was understandable that her eyes were in this state. He didn’t know what to say, as he too had been stunned by Shan Chong’s words earlier.
Bei Ci was the only one present who knew Shan Chong had fallen for his little apprentice. The vegetable farmer hadn’t been willing to let an outsider come and pluck his carefully tended cabbage, instead squatting by the vegetable patch daily, debating whether to simply uproot the vegetable himself and make a hearty stew…
But just now, he had said he had fallen for someone he shouldn’t have.
That was truly perplexing.
Although it might be considered uncouth for a farmer to harvest his crops—a sort of dereliction of duty—it certainly didn’t rise to the level of “shouldn’t like,” which almost touched on moral grounds…
Why would he say it like that?
Bei Ci leaned on the door, utterly confused. Suddenly, he asked Wei Zhi, “Are you already married with kids?”
“?”
Wei Zhi looked at him blankly through her narrowed eyes, perfectly conveying the “Are you crazy?” sentiment even through the slim opening.
…Oh, so that wasn’t it.
So what was going on?
Could it be that the person Shan Chong said he liked wasn’t her after all? Then what was all that about a couple of days ago?
Bei Ci looked at Shan Chong, then back at Wei Zhi, completely baffled. “You were crying so hard just now, didn’t Chong-ge ask why?”
Wei Zhi put down her phone and rubbed her eyes, speaking softly, “He did ask. I said I was jealous.”
“And then you confessed your feelings and got together?”
“No. Is it surprising that I’m jealous?” Wei Zhi, somewhat aware of her nature, said expressionlessly, “I told him not to like that unattainable person anymore. The person he likes isn’t good anyway, and might be cruel to you… to all of us in the future.”
She paused the brief moment of “intimacy” from earlier seeming to drain away any remaining vitality. She added hopelessly, “Then he rejected me and said he might always like her.”
“Wait, you expressed jealousy, told him not to like that person anymore… You were so close,” Bei Ci said, bewildered. “Why didn’t you just take that final step and tell him you like him?”
The problem lay there.
Did she dare?
She didn’t.
Before that soul-shattering touch ten seconds before he fell asleep, the atmosphere had been completely deadlocked.
Although it hadn’t improved much afterward either.
After all, if there had been any real possibility, he should have been as restless and eager to flee as she was after that brief kiss, instead of simply turning over and falling asleep.
…What the hell?
Transparent teardrops fell like pearls, “plop, plop.” The more Wei Zhi thought about it, the more upset she became. She started crying again, biting her lower lip, her small face flushed red in the car’s warm air. She wanted to shake the sleeping man awake and hit him, but she didn’t dare.
“I did test the waters. If he had agreed to try not liking someone else, then I would have… well, at least gotten in line. But if he was so determined to keep liking someone else, looking so devoted, why would I want to set myself up for certain rejections? Saying it would only make things awkward.”
“Whether you stick your neck out or not, you’re still in for it. Wouldn’t it be better to say it and feel relieved?” Bei Ci asked.
“…Who confesses expecting to be rejected? You? No wonder you’re single!” She roughly wiped her face, her voice hoarse as she continued, “Besides, what if it scared him off? What if he stopped talking to me afterward?”
Bei Ci propped one hand on the door frame, unfazed by her attack.
Watching Wei Zhi cry, he felt that same punch to the chest he had experienced when he caught her crying and limping after falling at the snowy hillside park…
He steadied himself, unable to help but sincerely admire the power of a woman’s tears.
He even considered suggesting she wake Shan Chong up right now to let him see her like this. Regardless of whether the unattainable person he mentioned earlier was her or not, he would surely be hers after seeing this.
Bei Ci gave Wei Zhi a long look, seriously doubting that if she had cried like this in front of Shan Chong earlier, he would have had the heart to reject her words and insist he would continue to like someone else—
And besides.
Who exactly was that person anyway?
Damn it.
With his mind in a jumble, Bei Ci slammed the car door shut and climbed into the driver’s seat. He hadn’t touched alcohol today, not for any particular reason other than knowing Shan Chong would get drunk and he’d need to stay sober to get him back…
He hadn’t expected to witness such a dramatic scene, where all parties involved seemed to have lost, leaving an atmosphere of utter desolation.
Bei Ci started the car.
Suddenly, he heard the person behind him stop crying and ask quietly, “I was reading a comic just now.”
Bei Ci: “?”
Bei Ci: “You were looking at a pink comic app while crying?”
Bei Ci: “Is this how young girls cope with troubles these days?”
Wei Zhi: “…”
Wei Zhi bit her back teeth, telling herself she needed to be patient. At this moment, there were only two other people in the car besides her: one sleeping as if he had passed away, and the other was Bei Ci.
“Let me ask you a question. Is it possible for two adults in their twenties to kiss without liking each other?”
Bei Ci nearly stepped on the gas instead of the brake.
“Shan Chong kissed you?” he exclaimed, shocked enough to use the man’s full name. “After confessing his feelings for another woman?!”
How to put it?
Well, yeah.
He did kiss her.
“No, he didn’t,” Wei Zhi said. “I told you, it was in the comic. In the story, the male lead is always very nice to a girl who may or may not be the female lead, like a father figure—”
“He kissed you.”
“…No, he didn’t!”
“There’s no fatherly love between a man and a woman in their twenties,” Bei Ci said, gripping the steering wheel with a serious expression. “If Shan Chong kissed you, blink twice to signal me. I’ll drive straight to the police station right now. Okay, look in the rearview mirror. I’ll count down from three. Three—”
“He’s your master, your dear master.”
“Oh, there’s a saying: ‘Righteousness above family ties.'”
“No one’s going to be arrested for kissing an adult woman who has a crush on him.”
“…He did kiss you?”
“No! It was just in the comic!” Wei Zhi regretted her words so much she wanted to cut out her tongue. “Just drive! Watch the road! Look ahead!”
“…”
“And don’t imagine that scene either!”
Her face was as red as a baboon’s bottom as she kicked the back of the driver’s seat.
“You’re trying to control the heavens, the earth, and now my thoughts too,” Bei Ci grumbled. “Stop fidgeting. How are you so restless when you didn’t even drink tonight… You’ll wake Chong-ge up.”
She finally settled down.
…
They returned to the hotel just after eight o’clock.
Wei Zhi had indeed only taken a sip of alcohol. She was clear-headed enough to return to her room and update after getting out of the car, but she wasn’t in a hurry to leave. Instead, she looked around for Jiang Nanfeng.
She successfully found her in Yan Yan’s car. While Yan Yan was busy helping Hua Yan and Xiao Xiong up the hotel steps, one on each arm, her car stalled with the right door still open.
Lao Yan sat on the right side, and the left door was locked. Jiang Nanfeng tried to open it a couple of times without success, so she pushed Lao Yan, telling him to get out quickly.
Lao Yan didn’t move.
Wei Zhi figured he was just drunk. She was about to step forward and call Jiang Nanfeng to help her get Lao Yan out of the car, but before she could make a sound or take another step, she saw Jiang Nanfeng half-crouch, preparing to climb over Lao Yan with her long legs—
But just as she was straddling Lao Yan, the man who had been closing his eyes suddenly opened them. He reached out and grabbed her arm, and in the next second, pulled her down to sit on his lap.
Wei Zhi’s mind went blank for three seconds. Before she could decide whether to step forward and confront the scoundrel, the young man in the car had already pressed the woman sitting on his lap heavily onto the back seat.
As Wei Zhi’s pupils slowly dilated, she watched the two intertwine. His gaze swept briefly over her lips as he leaned in close.
Jiang Nanfeng, expressionless, simply reached out and pinched his nose, preventing him from getting any closer.
“What’s wrong?” Lao Yan tilted his face slightly. Drunk, his voice had lost its usual boyish lilt, sounding a bit hoarse and lazy with a nasal quality.
“You just threw up.”
“I rinsed my mouth.” He gripped her wrist. “Just one kiss?”
Jiang Nanfeng didn’t waver at all. She pushed him away and sat up straight.
As she calmly smoothed her disheveled short hair, Lao Yan sat beside her, face turned to watch her every move. After a long while, he suddenly asked, “Have you deleted Dai Duo yet?”
“No.”
“…”
Lao Yan cursed, complaining, “Didn’t you say before that you’d have a chance to delete him? Are you fooling me again? … No, Jiang Nanfeng, why do I feel so damn frustrated? Dating feels like being a thief, and I have to watch you and the enemy being all lovey-dovey—”
Jiang Nanfeng’s hand paused in her hair, giving him a casual glance. “Isn’t this good enough?”
Before he could answer, she smiled lightly and said airily, “You weren’t thinking of going public, were you? Have you ever considered it?”
“What’s wrong with that?” Lao Yan said carelessly. “If you want to, I’ll announce it.”
“Alright then.” She answered promptly.
“Forget about those WeChat friend groups where only you can see. If we’re going public, do it on your short video platform. Use that big account of yours with over a hundred thousand followers to post a video announcement. Add a line to your profile saying ‘In a relationship, no casual chats or flirting,'” Jiang Nanfeng glanced at him before he could speak, saying coolly, “Do you dare?”
Lao Yan was at a loss for words.
Jiang Nanfeng wasn’t disappointed or even surprised. She just smiled, raised her hand, and patted his head in an almost indulgent manner. “Don’t get all dramatic, don’t act up, and don’t try this routine with me, because big sister doesn’t buy it.”
With that, she gathered her long skirt, gracefully stepped over Lao Yan, and elegantly bent to exit the car…
Only to come face to face with Wei Zhi, who stood frozen outside the car door.
The two women stared at each other for a few seconds.
Jiang Nanfeng: “You didn’t see anything.”
Wei Zhi: “…Even college students! You’re into them too!”
Jiang Nanfeng: “I was a college student myself a year ago.”
Wei Zhi: “…I’m calling the police!”
You can go together with Shan Chong!
After all, there’s a saying: “Righteousness above family ties!”
Bei Ci said so!!!
…
Meanwhile, unaware that Wei Zhi had once again been forced to undergo a reshaping of her worldview, Bei Ci was using all his strength to help Shan Chong back to his room.
By the time they reached the room, Bei Ci’s back was nearly broken.
His build was similar to Shan Chong’s. He recalled how the man had always dutifully carried him back to his room when he was drunk…
And he was the one who had actually broken his back before.
Bei Ci once again felt the urge to kneel and kowtow to the man, sincerely calling him “Dad.”
After laying “Dad” on the bed, Bei Ci was exhausted. He cracked the window slightly for ventilation, fearing the sleeping man might suffocate. With everything prepared, he turned to take a shower.
About twenty minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, surprised to find Shan Chong already awake. He was lazily leaning against the headboard, looking at his phone. The screen’s light illuminated half his face—
From the sounds coming from the phone, he seemed to be reading comments on the U-shaped pool video they had posted today, and was typing responses.
Bei Ci: “…”
Bei Ci checked his own phone and discovered the man was frantically replying to haters under that video—
Hater 1: Who’s better, you or Dai Duo? Dai Duo, right?
Shan Chong: You’re better. You bend over and stick your butt out just to touch some snow.
Hater 2: If you’re so good, why not participate in next year’s Winter Olympics?
Shan Chong: Just because a rooster can crow, should it stand at your bedside to wake you up?
Hater 3: Specially going to Altay with big jumps to do a U-shaped pool?
Shan Chong: Did I hold a knife to your throat and force you to visit my homepage and watch my videos?
Hater 3: Who are you trying to disgust? Feels good to be noticed, huh?
Shan Chong: Disgusting you. Feels great. Next.
Hater 4: Don’t understand why you retired so early, wasting all that talent.
Shan Chong: ?
Shan Chong: Why don’t you bring a knife and chop off my legs to use them yourself?
Bei Ci: “…”
Damn it.
He suggested recording this segment for some public security bureau anti-drinking video. It would probably effectively deter most self-respecting human males from getting dead drunk—
Drunk men are truly terrifying.
He walked over and directly snatched the phone from Shan Chong’s hand. The latter didn’t resist, just grasped at the air with his empty hand, then looked up, his pitch-black pupils staring at him emotionlessly.
This gesture reminded him of Wei Zhi.
“How are you awake already?” Bei Ci asked.
Shan Chong had taken off his shoes, coat, and snow pants, but the knee pads were still on. He lifted the blanket and got straight to the point: “What do you want to ask?”
Bei Ci’s gaze flickered. The words in his stomach turned over a few times before he desperately realized that the question he wanted to ask was a direct hit to the face. There was no way to be tactful, so he simply asked outright.
“Before I appeared and you blacked out, did something happen between you and little shimei in the car?”
“…”
“Huh?” Bei Ci said, “When I got in the car, her soul was clearly not at home.”
Shan Chong pursed his lips, pulled the covers up to his chin, looking like he refused to answer.
Seeing the man act like an elementary school student, refusing to cooperate and being stubborn to death, Bei Ci finally couldn’t hold back: “Fine, don’t say it. But do you know that while you were sleeping so peacefully, little shimei cried so hard she nearly fainted?”
The man who seemed intent on burying himself in the blankets finally showed a slight reaction. His eyelashes trembled: “She cried again?”
“…”
Bei Ci sighed—
Even if it was his good deed for the day.
He revealed today’s big secret.
“Chong-ge, do you know that little shimei likes you?”
After saying this, he stared intently at the man’s profile, waiting for him to be shocked, or panic, or maybe even coldly reject the idea without hesitation.
However, after expectantly (not really) waiting for a long time, the latter just seemed to have gone mute.
Wrapped in the blanket, completely motionless.
It was quite discouraging for someone who had just “told you a earth-shattering secret.”
“Wake up,” Bei Ci said, lifting the corner of his mouth in exasperation, “Fallen asleep again?”
“…No,” Shan Chong said, “I know.”
Bei Ci was silent for a few seconds, suspecting that this person was still drunk and hadn’t understood what he was saying… He walked over intending to lift his blanket, but before he could get close, he saw a leg emerge from under the blanket and kick him, preventing him from approaching.
It didn’t hurt much.
Bei Ci took the opportunity to fall back and sit on the bed: “Did you really understand what I just said? I said, Wei Zhi seems to like you.”
He repeated it once more.
“She’s already cried in front of me once, forbidding me to like someone else,” the man said slowly.
“Crying like that, it’s either because she likes me, or because I’m dead.”
He said expressionlessly, pausing before summarizing concisely: “I’m still alive, and I’m just drunk, not turned into an idiot.”
“Then why did you—”
Two people in love, a perfect confession scene, how did it turn into everyone’s souls leaving their bodies?
“As I said before, even if I know she likes me, I can’t be with her,” Shan Chong said.
“Why not?”
“It’s not moral.”
“I’ll just remind you that although she looks quite young, she’s in her twenties, a college graduate, and under normal circumstances, Lao Yan calling her ‘sister’ wouldn’t be out of place. Lao Yan has had how many girlfriends—”
“She has a fiancé.”
After Shan Chong said this expressionlessly, Bei Ci’s voice seemed to be suddenly choked off, disappearing completely.
He slowly widened his eyes, waiting for Shan Chong, “What?” he asked blankly, “Who has? Has what?”
The man changed his sitting position, simply sliding into the blanket, half-lying down as he said carelessly: “That time when you were like a toad wanting to eat swan meat, didn’t she tell you her mom likes doctors? I told you then that such detailed requirements probably weren’t made up out of thin air… Indeed, they weren’t. She has a childhood sweetheart fiancé, they grew up together, he studied abroad I think, then came back, and he’s a doctor.”
To summarize briefly—
Childhood sweetheart = known inside and out.
Studied abroad = wealthy family.
Is a doctor = stable job.
Mom wants a doctor = parents approve.
Bei Ci really was…
Trying to scare someone with gossip, but ending up being scared himself.
“Then she— Then you—”
“But just now in the car, I still couldn’t help it, I kissed her once.”
The man said with a serious face, as if talking about someone else’s affairs, “That’s what happened before you got in the car, which is what you asked about.”
Bei Ci: “…”
Bei Ci: “?”
Seeing his disciple completely lose his voice, becoming mute like a little mermaid, the man mockingly lifted the corner of his mouth, adding salt to the wound: “What can I do? She was crying so hard she could barely breathe, on one hand she has this unclear fiancé from who knows where, and on the other hand she won’t let me like someone else, taking advantage of me without any hesitation?”
He swallowed a breath.
“And then she tugged at my sleeve, telling me not to like that person—actually herself—isn’t that like stabbing me in the heart?”
“…Chong-ge.”
“What?”
“Are you really sober now?”
“Mm, doesn’t the high wear off quickly when it’s about to pass?” Shan Chong said with his eyes closed, “Just a bit of a headache.”
Bei Ci waved his hand, indicating he should rest well, and he wanted to rest well too.
The heart is only so big, it can only accept so high a beating frequency, and at this point, it was about to be ruined by these people.
The heart-to-heart talk between two grown men ended here.
As Shan Chong gradually entered sleep again, Bei Ci completely changed sides—
Originally, he had sympathized with Wei Zhi, liking someone who wasn’t good, falling for Shan Chong, this cold skiing machine of a down-to-earth elementary school kid.
But at this moment, he really switched sides.
—How could there be such a bad woman in the world!
She has a golden husband at home, yet she comes to mess with his master, this pure-hearted man… This pure-hearted man who works hard to earn money to buy prosthetics for his sister, forced to leave the competition stage, with a bunch of painful stories and hardships behind him, someone who has never been in a relationship, and he just falls into her pink playful trap!
Bei Ci sighed, thinking it was truly a sin.
He looked up at Shan Chong, who might have been hot, with one foot outside the blanket, so he lovingly pulled the blanket over, covering him well, afraid he might catch a cold.
The scene was quite filial for a moment.
…
In the room directly opposite Bei Ci and Shan Chong’s.
Wei Zhi returned to her room and drew for a while to update, drawing a bit and then spacing out, thinking about that kiss, increasingly feeling that something wasn’t quite right—
He had kissed her.
How could he not like her?
If he didn’t like her, why did he kiss her?
But if he liked her, why didn’t he say so?
She had been so obvious!
She drew on and off like this for half an hour before Jiang Nanfeng finally returned.
When the door opened and Jiang Nanfeng walked in, Wei Zhi stared at her for a long time. The former looked completely nonchalant as she put down the helmet, gloves, face guard, and other items she was carrying in front of the young girl, saying coolly: “Shan Chong forgot these at Lao Yan’s place.”
The helmet and gloves were one thing, but face guards, being used directly on the face, are generally washed daily by anyone remotely hygienic and left to dry in the room overnight.
Wei Zhi looked a bit conflicted at the drawing she was updating, thought for a moment, but still took the helmet and stood up: “I feel very strange now whenever I hear the words ‘Lao Yan’ from your mouth…”
“I’m only three years older than him,” Jiang Nanfeng said leisurely. “Next time I accidentally find a student who’s just turned 18 and is in their last year of high school, then you can make that face, okay?”
Wei Zhi picked up the helmet and walked out, turning back at the entrance to make a face at her…
Then she opened the door, walked to the opposite side, and knocked.
At first, there was no response to her knocking, but after a while, Bei Ci came to open the door.
The door only opened a small crack, with the senior disciple’s face appearing behind it, his expression unclear—
She could only sense his gaze scanning her up and down. Wei Zhi said: “He left his helmet and things at Lao Yan’s place.”
She held up the helmet. Bei Ci made an “oh” sound and reached out his hand as the door crack widened slightly.
Wei Zhi immediately felt that something wasn’t quite right—
The usually talkative person had suddenly become less talkative.
Moreover, thinking carefully, his hand hadn’t moved from the doorknob when he opened the door, as if ready to quickly open and close it, as if the person standing outside was the problem.
Looking at his face, it was numb and cold.
“What’s wrong?” Wei Zhi always asked when she had a question. “Is the person inside awake?”
As she spoke, she tried to peek inside, but Bei Ci directly shifted to block her view…
Under Wei Zhi’s puzzled gaze, his cold facade nearly crumbled, unable to keep up the act—
Mainly because this vicious woman in front of him had such an innocent round face, with round eyes, the tip of her nose slightly red, now looking at him seriously.
She looked completely harmless.
Bei Ci averted his gaze, not daring to look at her anymore, only mumbling: “Don’t worry about him anymore.”
Wei Zhi: “Huh?”
Bei Ci: “Anyway, you two are impossible, so don’t concern yourself with whether he lives or dies. Forcibly picked melons from mismatched doors and households aren’t sweet—”
“…” Wei Zhi’s face suddenly darkened, not knowing why this person was suddenly picking a fight in the middle of the night. “Forcibly picked melons might not be sweet, but they quench thirst, haven’t you heard that?”
These words practically confirmed that she wasn’t looking for Shan Chong for the basics of life, but purely to “quench her thirst.”
Bei Ci’s door crack became even smaller.
After a while, he cowardly said to the person standing outside: “Chong-ge is different from Lao Yan. If you liked Lao Yan, it would be fine! When you stop liking him, there are thousands of people who like him behind him, but Chong-ge is different, he takes relationships very seriously… probably.”
Wei Zhi listened to him ramble on, not knowing what he was trying to do: “Why are you telling me this? Is the issue now whether I like him or not? If I could influence him in any way—”
She suddenly stopped.
Blinking her eyes.
“Is he awake?” she asked.
“…”
“Did he mention me?” she asked again. “Let me ask you a question, and answer me honestly. Although the possibility is extremely small, I still want to ask, is there even a one in ten thousand chance that the person he said he liked tonight is—”
“No.”
“…” An enormous disappointment washed over her. She swallowed hard and said, “I hadn’t even finished.”
“Finish what? I’m just telling you it’s impossible. After all this time, if you were going to be together, you would have been together already.”
Do you want to commit bigamy or something?
One in the north, one in the south.
Come to the northern husband in winter to freeload skiing skills, then use the New Year as a dividing point, spend the rest of the non-snow season living with the doctor in the southern city?
“You don’t know,” Wei Zhi bit her lower lip, “Today in the car—”
“I know.”
“?”
Bei Ci expressionlessly relayed false orders: “Chong-ge just told me, and said that he saw you crying so pitifully that you were about to faint, he couldn’t do anything about it, so… he gently brushed against you out of compassion.”
He was certain that these two didn’t have the guts to make deep contact for the first time, initially judging it to be at a middle school level of dating, so it must have been extremely pure, just a light touch and that’s it.
At this moment, seeing her blank face, he knew he had guessed correctly. He let out a long sigh and, completely disregarding his previous statement that “there’s never fatherly love between men and women,” now slapped his own face as quick as lightning, decisively defining that kiss: “It was fatherly love.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the young girl standing outside the door, under the dim corridor light, visibly losing color in her face, gradually becoming bloodless…
She raised her hand and wiped her lips with the back of it, very hard.
Her originally pale lips turned rose-colored.
After a pause, Wei Zhi didn’t cry this time. She just raised her head, looking at Bei Ci with black pupils that seemed to absorb all light, and asked: “Did he say that?”
Bei Ci moved his lips, unable to say the word “yes.”
But she took his silence as confirmation.
Her face turned as white as paper, probably because her last hope had been shattered. She raised her hand again, wiping her lips heavily with the back of it… This time with such force that her lips split.
The rusty taste of blood touched her tongue.
Bei Ci pursed his lips, seeing her so devastated, he began to feel guilty again, while also wondering if he would get beaten up tomorrow for this false relay of orders that went too far—
Before he could call out to Wei Zhi to slightly remedy the situation, the young girl didn’t give him the chance. She threw down the helmet she had been holding like a treasure and ran back to her own room.
Leaving only scattered gloves, snow goggles, and face guard on the ground.
…
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for Bei Ci.
After a series of emotionally draining events, he finally managed to clean himself up and crawl into bed, wanting to read some “colorful” manga to “relax”…
However, tonight’s otaku author didn’t let him off easy.
In the previous update, the dog guard who had a lot of screen time, many descriptions, and bought osmanthus cake for the female lead to act out a sour love plot, was still alive and well. But in this update, he suddenly died with a snap.
Died thoroughly.
It left Bei Ci completely dumbfounded. He opened the comment section, which was clearly just as bewildered as he was. It was a scene of widespread carnage, with everyone speculating whether the author had gone mad or what, why they suddenly killed off a popular character without a word…
After deep consideration, Bei Ci carefully and sincerely left a question from his heart in the comment section—
[You women, do you all not have hearts?]