The unattainable beauty was driven to depravity and madness by a wicked seed.

"That means the two of them can swap clothes, which saves a lot of money."

"…roll."

Jiang Xiu and Lu Sui didn't have classes in the afternoon. Jiang Xiu went home, while Lu Sui drove out for a while and then came back to sit in on Chen Jingmo's class.

For the first time, the seat next to Chen Jingmo was not empty. It was like a parent-teacher conference where adults were supporting their children. He was not in the mood to listen to the lesson and kept looking for opportunities to talk to Lu Sui. After being glared at, he sat down quietly, but Lu Sui pulled his arm under the table.

Chen Jingmo was confused, but he vaguely felt that Lu Sui had put something on his finger. When he pulled his hand back, there was a ring on his index finger.

"Now you have it too."

Chen Jingmo's eyes reddened. "Are you sick in the head?"

Why put a ring on him?

Upon hearing this, Lu Sui frowned and said, "You're insulting me."

"No swearing allowed."

He was about to say "Give it back to me," but since the ring was custom-made for him, he added, "Don't you dare scold me."

Chen Jingmo's voice started to sound nasal, "I didn't scold you."

He was even less interested in listening to the lesson now. He slumped over his desk, looking at the ring, and then, as if struck by a thought, asked Lu Sui, "How did you know my finger size?"

Lu Sui said he had eyes.

Chen Jingmo laughed and bumped his knee, praising him for being cute. A moment later, he pounded his chest and said, "Damn, I'm so touched, I almost cried."

"Don't cry."

"All right."

He originally wanted to take a picture and send it to Jiang Xiu to show off, but Lu Sui said he had already given it to Jiang Xiu. Jiang Xiu even specially braided a rope to string the plain ring on and hang it around his neck. Chen Jingmo said, "You didn't give it to me first."

Lu Sui frowned again. "Chen Jingmo, you can't be unreasonable."

Chen Jingmo immediately composed himself. "Okay, what you give me will definitely be prettier than what you give him."

Just then, Jiang Xiu sent over a photo showing off his ring. Chen Jingmo sneered and sent him a message.

Brother Chen: You're talking like you don't know anyone.

Brother Chen: Image (jpg)

Brother Chen: Mine has Patrick Star on it, do you have one?

Little Ginger: ...No.

Brother Chen: (hands on hips, laughing wildly - jpg)

After the first class, Shen Qinghuai took Lu Sui home. Chen Jingmo went to the restroom, and after finishing, he wanted to go to the supermarket to buy an ice cream. When he took the elevator down to the second floor, the elevator opened and Chen Ziqiu came in. Chen Jingmo looked up at him, then quickly looked down and started scrolling through videos on his phone.

Chen Ziqiu really didn't expect Chen Jingmo to be able to keep his word; every time they met, he really didn't say a single word to him. He sneered, "Why don't you go out?"

Didn't we always avoid it as soon as we saw it before?

Chen Jingmo put away his phone, raised his hand to press the door open button, and went out.

Chen Ziqiu felt his heart tighten with anger. Before the elevator doors even closed, he pointed a trembling finger at Chen Jingmo and said, "If you're so capable, then never speak to me again!"

After he finished speaking, the other party did not respond at all, as if he had punched a cotton ball, or as if the other party had ignored him. The only sound in the room was the school bell ringing.

Chen Ziqiu rolled his eyes and crashed directly into the closed elevator door.

The sound was particularly loud; anyone who heard it would praise Chen Ziqiu for his stubbornness.

Chen Jingmo quickly pressed the button to open the elevator door, pulled him out, and said, "Hey, wake up."

Chen Ziqiu's face turned pale, he was covered in cold sweat, and he couldn't utter a word. Chen Jingmo frowned tightly, rummaged for medicine in his pocket, and finally found a quick-acting heart pill, only to find it was empty. He cursed and ran towards the stairs.

Chen Jingmo's footsteps grew fainter and fainter. Chen Ziqiu was panting heavily, his hand still pointing at Chen Jingmo's disappearing figure, "You...you ingrate!"

His vision blurred and blurred, and he felt that time was passing by in an extremely agonizing way. Every minute and every second that passed felt like he was reporting to the King of Hell. His mind was filled with prejudice against Chen Jingmo. But soon he heard footsteps again, his mouth was pried open, and all he could hear was the other person's rapid breathing.

"Curl your tongue."

Seeing that Chen Ziqiu didn't move, Chen Jingmo frowned in disgust, pulled Chen Ziqiu's clothes onto his fingers, pried open his mouth, pulled open his tongue, counted 15, and then pressed his tongue down.

Even so, his hand still had some of Chen Ziqiu's saliva on it, and he cursed in disgust.

As Chen Ziqiu's mind gradually cleared, he felt guilty for scolding Chen Jingmo earlier. Seeing Chen Jingmo wiping his hands on him, his guilt lessened a little, and he awkwardly thanked him.

Chen Jingmo sneered, "If it's not from the heart, then don't say it. It's just annoying."

He was still panting as he spoke, which showed how fast he had run.

After putting the nitroglycerin tablets on the bottle, he held the empty bottle and said with an even more mocking tone, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"What do you mean, intentional?"

"Knowing I was going to take the elevator downstairs, you came in specifically, and then fainted just as I was leaving. You even packed an empty medicine box. You're really going to great lengths. I'm too good for that, otherwise I would have just stood there watching you foam at the mouth, filming it and posting it on social media. Chen Ziqiu, are you fucking stupid? Don't you ever change your clothes? When you do, don't you check if you still have any medicine? If you really die out there one day, all your assets will be mine!"

These words made Chen Ziqiu's heart ache with anger. He wanted to say something back, but then he saw blood on the ground, dripping from Chen Jingmo's fingertips.

"What's wrong with you?"

"You tripped and fell... What's it to you? Why are you making so many questions? If you're sick, don't loiter around outside. Next time you bring an empty medicine bottle, you're really asking for trouble!"

Chen Jingmo stood up, twisting his arm to look at the outer corner of his eye, where a large patch of skin was scraped open, revealing the white flesh underneath. The pain was so intense that he dared not breathe, and the blood kept flowing.

Chen Ziqiu recovered and sat up, then tried to stand up again. Chen Jingmo glared at him and said, "If you want to die, just say so."

"..."

Chen Jingmo walked to the window of a classroom in an unknown department, opened the window and asked a stranger for paper, threw him ten yuan, returned to his previous spot, squatted down, wiped the blood off the floor, and folded a few more pieces of paper to press on the wound.

Chen Ziqiu stopped him, saying, "You have to rinse it with saline solution first."

Chen Jingmo said, "I don't understand, but this is how I always handle it."

"..."

"Besides, I'm tough and thick-skinned."

Chen Ziqiu looked at Chen Jingmo's fair, almost glowing skin, and said, "..."

"The blood is still flowing. If I don't hold it down, it will bleed out in a bit."

Chen Ziqiu pulled his hand away, "You can't do that, what if you get a small stone stuck in your wound—"

Chen Jingmo was already trembling from the pain, and Chen Ziqiu, that old bastard, had been so rough with his hands, that he immediately got angry. "I just saved you, how can you repay kindness with enmity!"

"..."

Two minutes later, Chen Jingmo followed Chen Ziqiu to the fourth-floor laboratory, where he sat on a chair and was rinsed with salt water and then covered with a lint-free cloth and gently pressed.

His face was ashen, clearly from the pain, but Shi Qianqiu wasn't around, so he wouldn't cry a word, nor would he shed a single tear, because apart from the current Shi Qianqiu, there was no one to comfort him.

Five minutes later, Chen Jingmo's wound stopped bleeding. Seeing that Chen Ziqiu was about to put the saline solution back in, he said, "Let me wash my hands."

Before Chen Ziqiu could ask any questions, he sneered, "I just picked your mouth, and I really dislike it."

"..."

After washing his hands, Chen Jingmo took out some unused tissues from his pocket to wipe them clean and wiped the salt water that had splashed on the ground.

Chen Ziqiu watched silently, and when he thought of how Chen Jingmo had wiped the blood clean downstairs just now, he felt a little lost.

"Uh, have you eaten?"

"Don't force conversation if you have nothing to say; it's annoying."

"...Are you in a relationship?"