It was already late at night by the time he got home.
The night in Haizhu City was even colder, so much so that Ye Shuang couldn't help rubbing his hands together in the underground parking garage. After watching the designated driver park the car, Ye Shuang retrieved his keys.
"Goodbye, boss."
"Mm, okay."
Watching the driver ride off on his folding scooter, Ye Shuang slowly withdrew his gaze.
Good thing he didn't get that fish driver.
"Hmm... the dog isn't here today." Ye Shuang looked around but didn't see the corgi's figure. Who knows where it ran off to.
Better just go home. He really had drunk quite a bit, his head was feeling a little dizzy.
Taking the elevator, Ye Shuang returned to his apartment. The moment he opened the door, the bright lights inside caught his attention. Looking around, he noticed the long-haired girl curled up asleep on the sofa.
Bai Yuyou was sleeping on the chaise lounge part of the sofa, a small pillow clutched in her arms. It seemed she had fallen asleep waiting for him to come home.
She was sleeping very soundly, her fair face tinged with a faint pink.
"Young master, the mistress has already given birth to eight babies in a row! They're all having problems. The doctor asks if you want to save the mother or the children!"
"Save the mother!"
"Young master, the mistress is still giving birth, it's almost breaking twenty now!"
"Still save the mother!"
The TV in front of him was still playing a series, seemingly that spoof of overbearing CEOs from last time.
Although Ye Shuang was thoroughly thunderstruck by such absurd plotlines, he had to admit this kind of weird stuff was strangely captivating.
"Better turn it off."
Ye Shuang picked up the remote and turned it off, then sat on the sofa and gently touched the girl's cheek with his hand. "Yuyou?"
"Mmm, pork chop." Bai Yuyou made an indistinct sound, then slowly opened her beautiful eyes. The moment her gaze fell on Ye Shuang, she suddenly said,
"The pork chop turned into Ye Shuang."
Ye Shuang: "..."
What pork chop?
He was torn between laughter and tears, then reached out with both hands to knead the girl's cheeks. "Did you get muddled from sleep? Go back to your room to sleep. Why were you sitting here?"
Bai Yuyou sat there with a dazed look, seemingly not fully awake yet. Only after smelling the alcohol on Ye Shuang did she become a bit more alert. "Waiting for Ye Shuang to come home."
"You don't have to wait for me."
"Ye Shuang said before that you like the feeling of coming home at night and there being lights on at home," Bai Yuyou said.
Hearing this, Ye Shuang was taken aback for a moment. Had he said that?
Thinking about it carefully, perhaps he had mentioned it offhand once, and this child had remembered it.
"Come on, let's go back to the room to sleep first." Ye Shuang stood up. After all, it was very late now.
"I want to sleep with Ye Shuang," Bai Yuyou said.
"That's not okay."
"We haven't slept together for a while. Ye Shuang said it was okay before." Bai Yuyou reached out and tugged at the corner of Ye Shuang's clothes.
And besides, they used to sleep together all the time before. Why won't you let me now?
"Alright, let me take a shower first."
"Mm-hmm."
Ye Shuang went to take a shower first. As the hot water washed over his body, he thought about many things.
He only stepped out of the bathroom after washing until he was a bit lightheaded from the steam and changing his clothes.
"Yuyou, do you want a cup of hot milk before sleeping... Hm?" Drying his hair, Ye Shuang noticed Bai Yuyou was already fast asleep in his bed. The pajama-clad girl had one snow-white leg resting on top of the quilt, her face half-buried beside the pillow, just like a little kitten.
"Looks like she's tired," Ye Shuang couldn't help but think.
He picked up the hairdryer from the drawer and went to the next room to dry his hair first.
"Hm?" Unintentionally, Ye Shuang's gaze fell on the desk nearby.
On it were some drawing sketches. Ye Shuang was aware, as Bai Yuyou seemed to have developed an interest in drawing recently. He put down the hairdryer and walked over to the desk to sneak a peek.
Hmm...
What is this?
A slime?
Looking at the human figure and the familiar, oppressive size, Ye Shuang couldn't help but ponder.
Is this... drawing Tang Keke's figure?
"Maybe you need to learn anatomy first for comics?" Ye Shuang didn't find it particularly strange. He withdrew his gaze and turned to go back to his own room.
Holding the soft, gentle girl, the night passed without further words.
The next day.
At the break of dawn, Bai Yuyou woke up. Her ahoge was slightly raised. Feeling that she had been sleeping nestled in a familiar embrace, she rubbed her cheek against Ye Shuang before reluctantly getting up.
"Mmm." Bai Yuyou rubbed her eyes, then suddenly noticed Ye Shuang's swollen wound, which still seemed inflamed.
As if remembering something, Bai Yuyou suddenly leaned over curiously to look, then unwrapped the bandaged wound.
"?!" The girl's face was squarely bounced by it. After sitting in a seiza-like pose for a moment, she began to observe it carefully.
In comics, saliva can disinfect wounds.
Bai Yuyou tried it, though she wasn't sure if that's how it was done.
At this moment, Ye Shuang was still sleeping soundly, having drunk last night, showing no signs of waking up.
After a while, the girl lay back down to sleep.
Eight o'clock, the alarm rang.
"Mmm, huh?" Ye Shuang opened his eyes groggily and slapped his hand down on his phone.
After stretching, Ye Shuang noticed Bai Yuyou wasn't there.
"Had a strange dream," Ye Shuang murmured. Was it because it was too full?
He checked his underwear; it didn't seem to have any traces.
"To actually dream about that kind of thing, it's really a bit absurd." Ye Shuang got up and then roughly folded the quilt.
Going downstairs, the aroma of food wafted to his nose. Bai Yuyou, wearing an apron, seemed to be preparing breakfast.
"Oh oh, good morning, brother." Tang Keke had come over early and waved a greeting.
"Morning." Ye Shuang suddenly noticed Tang Keke had her "slimes" resting on the table. This girl didn't seem to avoid him much anymore, probably because they had gotten familiar. She was almost completely unguarded.
"Brother, Christmas is coming soon. Have you prepared any little gifts?" After Ye Shuang sat down, Tang Keke asked with a grin.
"Gifts, right." Hearing this, Ye Shuang nodded.
He should prepare some gifts. And that An Shiyu's birthday is coming up too. What kind of gift would be good to buy?
"How about we go shopping these next few days?" Ye Shuang smiled.
"Sure, where should we go?"
"Anywhere is fine. Let's find a large commercial plaza. Come to think of it, it's been a long time since we went shopping." Ye Shuang said, and they could also buy some small gifts for Christmas.
Although Christmas isn't a traditional holiday, these kinds of festivals are basically just an excuse to give yourself a break.
He could also spend some time with Yuyou. He had been busy with work lately and hadn't spent much time with her.
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ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
