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

"They're both taking advantage of me," Lu Sui said.

Shen Qinghuai praised him, "Baby, you're so smart—"

"Don't talk to me."

"...Would you like some squid slices?"

"I won't eat it."

"What about chocolate? And crunchy shark... Maybe you'd like some small cakes?"

"Get out of here."

My boyfriend is so angry, what can I do to coax him out of this state?

Shen Qinghuai hung his clothes on the balcony to dry, and the clanging of the clothes racks disturbed Lu Sui. "Are your hands assembled by some kind of idiot son of your great-grandparents?!"

"..." When did he start swearing like this? "Sorry."

After carefully hanging up the clothes, Shen Qinghuai picked up his phone and searched for ways to appease his girlfriend. After five minutes of searching, he started thinking...

What are the chances of being locked out tonight?

Chen Jingmo was still in a daze.

Because Shi Qianqiu was blow-drying his hair, the quiet whirring of the hairdryer made Chen Jingmo's heart pound. He was so nervous, so incredibly nervous, that Shi Qianqiu reminded him that he wasn't inside. His right foot was on the sofa, his knee raised, and he grabbed his shirt to cover his bent right leg, using the resulting triangle to shield himself. "What the hell are you looking at! Shameless!"

Chen Jingmo's mouth, you could say it's tough, but it's actually quite soft to kiss. You could also say it's soft, but he's always arguing with people, and the first thing he says is "You motherfucker" which always sounds like he's angry.

"Chen Jingmo, I'm just trying to be helpful."

"What's there to remind you of!"

Shi Qianqiu turned off the hairdryer and pinched the back of Chen Jingmo's neck. Chen Jingmo fell silent, even shrinking back slightly, but still defiantly asked, "What are you doing!"

"...Chen Jingmo, watch your mouth."

Chen Jingmo sneered, "Want an obedient one? Then try dreaming tonight and see if you can find one in your dreams! That's how I am! I've always been like this! Are you regretting it now? Don't want to date me anymore? Let me tell you, it's no use regretting it! I won't delete the photos and videos! I have hundreds of backups! Even if— um."

Shi Qianqiu truly didn't understand why Chen Jingmo would get angry as he talked to him, getting more and more agitated, and sometimes even bristling with thorns.

Chen Jingmo didn't resist being kissed, but as soon as Shi Qianqiu stopped talking, he continued chattering. Shi Qianqiu said, "I didn't mean that, don't always misunderstand me."

"So what do you mean?"

"..."

"..."

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Shi Qianqiu removed the ice pack from Chen Jingmo's ankle, held his calf and let him put his feet on the sofa armrest. Chen Jingmo said, "Extra spicy hot pot."

"Can't."

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

"...Chen Jingmo." Shi Qianqiu ruffled his hair and admonished him, "You need to be careful with your tone when you talk to others, otherwise you'll easily wear down their patience and their desire to chat with you."

Chen Jingmo stiffened his neck, ready to retort, but was kissed again. He was kissed on the lips several times in a row. He covered his upper face and eyes, exclaiming, "You...you...you're absolutely insane!"

"Chen Jingmo, I just said something that I need to watch my tone."

"What's wrong with that?! I have a mouth, why can't I say what I want! Don't even mention you, even when I'm with Jiang Xiu, we talk like this!"

After he finished speaking, Shi Qianqiu's face immediately darkened. "No extra spicy hot pot tonight."

"..."

"I'm not having super spicy hot pot tomorrow night either."

"..." I'm impressed.

But will he be here tomorrow night too?

"I'll ask you for leave. Stay home for the next two days to recover. Go to the hospital for another laser treatment around 8 o'clock."

"oh."

"Speak properly."

"Yes, Father."

"..."

There was no super spicy hot pot tonight, but there was a clear broth mushroom hot pot, which was very fresh. The rising steam from the pot blurred the redness in Chen Jingmo's eyes. Shi Qianqiu had filled his bowl with all the dishes he loved.

Chen Jingmo, as if remembering something, asked, "Did you make the cake last night?"

Shi Qianqiu continued picking up food without pausing, "Isn't it good?"

"It doesn't taste good."

Shi Qianqiu pursed her lips, "I'll buy it for you outside next year."

Chen Jingmo added, "I just love eating cakes that don't taste good."

"..." He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to laugh. "Eat quickly."

"My hand is cut and it hurts."

"Let me see." Shi Qianqiu put down her chopsticks, grabbed Chen Jingmo's wrist, and turned it over. She saw several deep abrasions on the thenar eminence of the thumb, revealing the red flesh underneath. Shi Qianqiu frowned, grabbed the first-aid kit, and applied bandages to Chen Jingmo's wrist. "Any other places where the skin is broken?"

Chen Jingmo met his distressed gaze, opened her lips, and shook her head, "It's gone."

This meal was fed to Chen Jingmo by Shi Qianqiu.

After they finished eating, Shi Qianqiu went to the kitchen to clean up. Chen Jingmo went to rummage through the bag Shi Qianqiu had left on the back seat of the car, looked for his underwear, stuffed it into his pocket, and hopped on one foot to the bathroom. By the time Shi Qianqiu heard the noise, Chen Jingmo was already sitting on the toilet seat and had taken off his pants. He could clearly see that Chen Jingmo's inner thigh was scraped.

Chen Jingmo's face turned bright red. He grabbed his pants to cover his legs, then grabbed another pant leg to cover his face. The toilet seat under his butt was quite cold, but not as cold as his heart.

Holy crap! I've embarrassed myself again!

No, why is he still standing there?!

Can we leave?

Shi Qianqiu remembered that Chen Jingmo had opened his mouth to say something but didn't say anything in the end, so she stepped forward and half-squatted down, "I'm sorry, I'll check and apply the medicine for you next time."

Seeing that he didn't leave but instead stayed so close to her, Chen Jingmo gripped the fabric in her hands tightly.

"Where are your pants?"

Chen Jingmo hesitated for a moment before taking it out of his pocket. Shi Qianqiu took it and wrapped it around Chen Jingmo's ankle to put it on him.

Chen Jingmo was almost dumbfounded until a strong, slender arm pulled him up to his feet, and his buttocks were warmed by a hot hand. He closed his eyes, feeling so ashamed and angry that he wanted to die. "...Let me go."

Shi Qianqiu didn't say anything. After helping Chen Jingmo with his underwear, he lifted his pants and carried him to the bedroom with one hand supporting his bottom. Chen Jingmo's two long, white legs swung beside him. After sitting on the bed, he tugged at his shirt hem, "Give me the pants, I'll put them on myself!"

Shi Qianqiu didn't give it to him. He threw the pants on the carpet, went to pull the closet, and when his hand landed on the suit that was the same color as his own, he moved it away, picked up the one next to him and put it on Chen Jingmo, even taking off his shirt as well.

Chen Jingmo's hair was a mess, and so was his mind.

She scolded him angrily, "It's almost dark, why did you give me new clothes! I'll have to take them off and wash them when I get back, what a hassle!"

"I'll wash it."

"You actually want to be my dad, huh?"

"..."

"..."