At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

"Is it because I don't have time to take orders that I've come to like other young artists? Is that it?"

Staring at the account ID named "Waiting for a Miracle,"

The cold voice carried a hint of hostility.

It's very frustrating to have your things stolen.

In particular, that seemingly pure intention found a new substitute at a certain moment.

It replaced the best version of myself.

"So, if it weren't for Hare, you would have always liked me, right?"

"Hare stole my things and now he wants to ask me how to defend myself against other women."

"Who are we guarding against?"

Who are you trying to guard against?

"Heh ha."

"That's really interesting."

She raised her slender arm and reached out to a cluster of flowers in the darkness.

With a gentle bite of her teeth, and a little force—

The bouquet's neck was snapped.

It was flung across the open space in front of it.

-

The flowers have fallen, the petals have drooped.

Strangely, it had no impact on the greenhouse ecosystem inside the house.

The dead flowers were a cluster of artificial flowers used for decoration.

Three breaths later, ignoring the flower's corpse,

Ari suddenly stood up and faced the wall hidden by the bookshelf.

Wearing high-heeled crystal shoes, her long dress almost reached the ground.

“If your future hadn’t been planned out for you, how could a little guy like you possibly have stolen something that rightfully belongs to me from under my skirt?”

"It's really unpleasant."

She stared at the camera.

The iris recognition keypad lock opened immediately, revealing a hidden door.

Deng, Deng, Deng...

The sound of high heels hitting the ground was like the pounding of drumsticks on the heart.

Each sound echoed eerily in the empty, silent night.

She walked step by step toward the hidden area upstairs.

Meanwhile, the finger was still swiping down on the phone.

Two years ago—

"Ok?"

"What happened?"

Then, the activity abruptly stopped.

She squinted, stopped in her tracks halfway down the stairs, and analyzed the reasons for this situation.

"He hasn't posted any more compliments."

"I haven't asked Hare to write anything since."

"Here, I've completely lost contact with her."

"?"

Ari didn't quite understand.

If a client is satisfied with an artist, their relationship will grow closer as the artist continues to improve, or even achieves a breakthrough.

It's very possible that he'll keep asking her to draw one order after another until they eventually become close friends or even closer than friends.

"He's stopped posting updates and hasn't asked for any more articles. It's so strange."

If the client no longer has any demand, it's normal to stop for a while.

But he hasn't even posted any updates, which means he's clearly not logging into his account much anymore; something must have happened.

"But Hare was just asking for help about her boyfriend. Could it be that she contacted him directly, and they went offline, and even... even lived together?"

Ta-da!

That's the sound of someone twisting their ankle while walking in high heels.

"."

Ari gasped again.

That makes all the logic flow, and it all makes perfect sense.

Since it's already offline, there's no need to commission articles anymore, right?

"If you need something, just ask her to draw it. You've been with her for a lifetime; you can repay her with your body without spending money. Is that right?"

"So you don't take any orders anymore, because you only need to serve him."

"You two are always together, but you've stopped making progress, and he's stopped posting updates. You two philandering bastards, when you have a fight, you still come to me for advice."

"Hare, oh Hare."

My original plan to go to bed early and rest was disrupted.

My emotions are beyond calm.

"You slept with my client."

"You thieving cat."

"I was going to let you off the hook."

"Now it seems that I also need to change my mind."

Ari sneered and floated up the stairs to the second floor like a ghost without a physical form, stepping into the darkness.

From the depths of darkness came a chilling whisper of plotting:

"Even if Ms. Su arranges a marriage for you, I should be able to destroy your relationship with him, right?"

“What’s mine should belong to me. Even if I don’t want it, even if it’s just sitting there like an artificial flower, it still has to belong to me.”

"He can only belong to me."

The sound gradually faded into the faintest whisper and disappeared at 4:30 a.m.

Time flowed by, second by second.

I don't know how much time passed.

In the apartment,

Su Che's phone suddenly lit up—

A message from the commissioning platform popped up on the screen:

[The artist "Ari" has sent you a private message. Please check it promptly.]

……

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Chapter 133 Gu Zhi's Soft Embrace - Suffocation is the Only Way

Early in the morning.

Su Che woke up with a start.

Because I had a wild dream.

In my dream, my goddess replied to me and even gently asked why I hadn't contacted her for articles lately and if something was wrong.

Even more bizarrely, she even said that if she felt pressured about royalties, she would be willing to give herself a free copy.

"Haha, how could that be?"

"The police station loudspeakers on the small streets broadcast: Beware of fire, theft, and traps; there's no such thing as a free lunch."

I'm an adult now, why would I have such immature dreams?

Su Che rubbed his forehead, propped himself up with his arms, and sat up halfway.

I've been really tired lately, so it's understandable that I've been having strange dreams.

He habitually reached under his pillow for his phone and decided to check the messages that had piled up overnight.

Here's a little "Bad Water Tips":

"Putting your phone under your pillow can effectively prevent your bed partner from stealing it and checking your chat history while you're asleep."

When a girlfriend reaches for the phone, a person in a light sleep will likely notice something amiss through the soft pillow, thus waking up and stopping her.

Su Che glanced at An Qing, who was fast asleep beside him, and shook his head with a smile.

My cat must have stayed up late again last night, otherwise she would have rolled over and clung to me the moment I got up, preventing me from getting up.

Either take a nap and cling to her for a while, or you have to rub against her and become a bondage princess.

He's being so well-behaved today; he clearly hasn't had enough sleep.

Let's take a look at the schedule for later.

Su Che unlocked the screen and looked at the message summary.