"The man in the white robe in the middle is the owner of this troupe. He used to be a well-known actor in Kyoto. Later, he brought the troupe here and established this Plum Garden, and worked as a backstage operator."
"People call him Baisheng, and some call him Baiban."
"Occasionally he would go on stage and sing one or two songs a month. Scarcity makes things valuable, but every time he opens his mouth the house is always packed with guests."
"The three people beside him are the protagonists of tonight's show."
"The actor who plays Bai Xiaosheng is called Meisheng, the actress who plays the young lady in green clothes is called Haitang, and the actress who plays the fairy in the painting is called Bailian."
"Meisheng and Haitang are both men, Bailian is a girl. These three are Baisheng's favorite students and the three pillars of Meiyuan."
At Baili Xin's strong request, Dijia stayed until the end.
The curtain in front of the stage was opened a little, and through the gap, Dijia patiently introduced to Baili Xin the situation of several people who were taking their bows on the stage.
The reason why Baili Xin stayed was because he got a line in this piece of music.
— "Fairy."
The opera in front of us is adapted from a strange story.
The scholar went to Beijing to take the imperial examination, but he fell seriously ill and was rescued by a kind-hearted lady.
The young lady thought he was handsome and wanted to be his lover, so she started to be attentive to him.
It would be a big mistake to regard this as an ordinary story of a poor scholar and a beautiful lady.
Because there is another character here, a stunningly beautiful woman in a portrait.
Since the scholar moved in here, he has developed a special admiration for the portrait of a lady hanging in the study. He accepted the lady's kindness because he could stay in the study and see the beauty in the painting every day.
Later on, he was even so obsessed with the painting that he would dream about the girl in the painting at night. For this reason, the scholar gave her a unique nickname - "Fairy Lady".
Just like that, the scholar fell in love with the young lady in reality, but was entangled with the fairy in his dreams.
He was constantly entangled in dreams and reality. After a while, he could no longer distinguish reality from dreams. He was drunk all day long and forgot about the important matter of going to Beijing to take the exam.
There is a scene in the opera where the scholar and the lady are having a tryst in the study. He hugs the lady, but his eyes are looking at the fairy. In a trance, white mist rises, and when it seems like a dream or awakening, the fairy walks out of the painting and hides behind the lady. The three of them are cleverly superimposed on each other.
The white mist of dry ice rose up, and coupled with the gorgeous scenery around and the melodious performance of the main character's music, all the audience were brought into that immersive and decadent world.
After that, the scholar indulged himself in extravagance and lust every day, and his health deteriorated day by day.
He forgot his ambitions, forgot about going to Beijing to take the imperial examination, and forgot about moral principles.
In the end, a fire broke out suddenly, and in the fire, the lady died and the scroll disappeared out of thin air.
Everything the scholar once had seemed like a pipe dream. It all came to nothing, leaving only endless loneliness and desolation.
The fairy in the painting in this version of "Romance of the West Chamber" is called Fairy Lady, and the person the master is calling is also called Fairy Lady. This can't be a coincidence, right
Baili Xinning looked at the whiteboard standing in the middle. He looked to be only about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a handsome and elegant appearance. His every move exuded a natural nobility. He acted politely and gracefully.
Baili Xin held his chin with one hand and leaned lazily on the soft couch: "When did the performance of "Romance of the Western Chamber" begin? It can't be three years ago, right?"
Dijia gently stroked Baili Xin's black hair. The silk cheongsam was smooth, but not even one-tenth as delicate and soft as Baili Xin's long hair. "You really guessed it. It was three years ago. And it was performed for a period of time three years ago. It was said that the house was full at that time. But for some reason, the play was stopped after a few performances. It started again three years later."
"Three years ago, the eldest lady died mysteriously, three years ago, the rich man Li went mad and believed in Taoism, and three years ago, this wonderful drama was staged." Baili Xin chuckled, "This is really a coincidence."
He raised his eyebrows, and the end of his teardrop-shaped eye glanced at Dijia, "Don't you think so, dear?"
Want to be a child? I'll let you be as much as you want.
Are you comfortable
Dijia paused while sniffing the hair, and a stiff smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "It's true. My stepmother is so smart."
Baili Xin: "How about we have a chat with this whiteboard?"
Baiban thanked the audience and took everyone back to the backstage, leaving only a few behind-the-scenes staff to guide everyone out.
The audience was still not satisfied, immersed in the singing and drinking, and left one by one with regret and loneliness.
"Come to think of it, didn't Yunlang also work in a troupe before?" Hu Mei'er, who hadn't left yet and had cried enough, said in a much calmer voice, "Yunlang seems to like blank plays. If it were you, which scholar on the stage would have better skills?"
Brother Yun: "Alas, I dare not compare myself with Bai Ban's disciples. I have only been in the troupe for one or two years. How can I be considered a good singer? One minute on stage requires ten years of hard work off stage. I couldn't stand the hardship, so I left the troupe."
"I was still in a troupe at the time. He was a famous actor in our troupe. People from the surrounding villages came to see him. Some dignitaries even spent a fortune on him. I was only seven years old that year, and he was already twenty. At that time, he was like the sun in the sky. I just stared at him."
"Ah, of course." Brother Yun chuckled twice, "I remember him, but he certainly doesn't remember me. But even so, in front of the whiteboard, I still want to show my best and not reveal those dirty things, just like our innocent childhood."
Hu Mei'er: "You are already in your late thirties, but I didn't expect Bai Ban to be more than ten years older than you. So Bai Ban should be in his forties, but he looks younger than you. I'm curious about how he maintains his looks."
Brother Yun: "Yeah, I was surprised too. When I first met Bai Ban three years ago, I thought he just looked like him, but temperament doesn't lie. I didn't expect it was really him. After so many years, he is still the same as he was then, even his appearance hasn't changed much. He is worthy of being the senior brother we called Bai Xian back then, he is really a banished immortal."
Feng Gu: "I see, that's why you changed into the clothes you usually don't want to wear. How about this, let's go to the backstage whiteboard to meet him, you two are also brothers from the same sect, he should be very happy to see you."
"No, I still can't do that," Brother Yun smiled bitterly, "It would be embarrassing for me to tell others about my current status, so let's forget it. Let's go."
The sound of a wooden stool being lifted was heard from next door, followed by sporadic footsteps.
Baili Xin's gaze returned to the stage where the curtain had already fallen.
The whiteboard just now looked to be about 27 or 28 years old, but I didn't expect that he is already in his 40s.
The sound of footsteps on the wooden boards lasted for several minutes, then gradually died away, leaving only the sound of people cleaning in twos and threes.
After everyone left, Dijia looked at Baili Xin and said, "Are you still going backstage?"
Baili Xin stood up and naturally took up Dijia's cloak and put it on himself, "Since I'm here, of course I have to go."
It's not easy to meet once.
Baili Xin's action of casually picking up the cloak and putting it on pleased Dijia. A smile flashed in his eyes. He stepped on the ground with thick black leather boots, walked straight over and took the rope from Baili Xin's hand.
"How can I let my stepmother tie the cape by herself when my son is here?" Dijia lowered his head, his bamboo-like fingers tying knots flexibly, his eyes focused and serious, "Let my son serve you."
Baili Xin lowered his eyes and watched Dijia's fingertips hooked up the black braided rope, and the wheat-colored fingers raised. He could faintly smell the aroma of candied fruit coming from the fingertips.
The two of them just stood there quietly, and the surrounding area was slowly filled with ambiguous and warm pink bubbles.
It was this pair of hands that were so familiar to me that they just caressed me wantonly, and then turned around and gently put the candied fruit into my mouth.
"alright."
Just as Baili Xin was daydreaming, a man's deep voice was heard.
A large, hard hand was placed on his shoulder. Baili Xin turned around, and the moment he looked up, his face almost bumped into Diga, who was looking down at him.
Their noses were close together, and they could feel each other's breath clearly.
The scorching heat waves hit his face, and Dijia's voice was low, like a sea filled with curling mist, "Little Mom's face is so red, were you planning something bad just now?"
Those deep black pupils stared at him steadily, as if he was the whole world.
Baili Xin's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and then began beating wildly like a drum.
He turned his head quickly and said hastily, "Hurry up, if it's any later, Baiban will have to leave."
Yes, no matter how much time has passed, I will always fall into Dijia's drowning sight.
The hand hidden in the cloak was secretly pressed on the chest, secretly restraining the uncontrollable heartbeat.
Dijia's voice came from behind, "Don't panic, I have already arranged for someone to watch them. You can ask whatever you want later. I will make sure you can ask as much as you want."
Baili Xin turned his head to look at Dijia who was walking beside him, "Your Excellency the Admiral has great authority."
Dijia: "Otherwise, this official position has been completed, don't you think?"
Baili Xin: "..."
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Studio.
"I've Come" and "I've Done"
Hahaha, they are indeed a family. The boss is saying that he looks more and more like Xin.
The big guy used his strength to snatch Xin's lines, leaving Xin with nothing to say.
Xin: Numb.
I want to fast forward to the Admiral's Mansion, I have a feeling there is no plot here anymore.
Upstairs, is the plot you mentioned the one I was thinking of
I think so.
Admiral's Mansion, Admiral's Mansion, Admiral's Mansion. You say one thing and I say another, and the boss will eat meat tonight.
Brother! You are my brother, you have to strike back! You have to strike back!
Where did you come from, little brat? Go play somewhere else.
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When Baili Xin entered the backstage accompanied by Dijia, he saw Baiban and several other people sitting in the dressing room.
Seven or eight soldiers stood there straight, blocking the door tightly.
The actors who performed the operas had already removed their makeup, revealing their original facial features.
The people in the troupe had never seen such a scene before, and their eyes were all shrunken. Only Bai Baiban was sitting on the sofa calmly drinking tea.
Dijia stood at the door and looked at Baiban who was calm and collected. "Baiban, can you please excuse me?"
Baiban put down the teacup, stood up from the sofa calmly, gave the people in the troupe a soothing look, walked gracefully to Baili Xindijia, and said with a polite smile: "Let's go, sir."
The next room was Bai Ban's private space. After asking the two to sit down, Bai Ban was about to make tea when Bai Li Xin stopped him, "No need, let's get straight to the point."
Baiban put down the tea set, his eyes slightly startled.
He looked at Baili Xin in surprise, who was acting like a master, and then looked at Dijia inquiringly.
The two of them stood together. Baiban had always thought that this fairy-like beauty was the admiral's mistress, but he didn't expect that the one who asked the question was this seemingly harmless man.
Was he originally the one in charge, or was the admiral so angry for his beloved
Dijia raised his head, "It's all his."
This gave Baili Xin enough capital to be willful.
Baiban's gaze fell on Baili Xin's face, which looked as if it was a matter of course, and his eyes revealed a thoughtful look.
Could it be that this person is more noble than the Admiral? Who is this person? Why has he never said anything
Bai Ban had seen the dead before, so he was only surprised for a moment, and quickly hid his eyes. He lowered his tone when speaking, "This... Sir, uh, what's your name?"
Dijia: "Call him Young Master."
Bai Ban nodded, "Young Master, do you have any questions?"
While Baiban was looking at him, Bailixin was looking at the room. The room was well decorated and the materials were sufficient.
This is a study room. In addition to the necessary bookshelves and desks, there is also a shelf for displaying utensils. The shelf is filled with a wide variety of gold and silver utensils, which is low-key and luxurious.
When his eyes swept across the gold and silver utensils, Baili Xin seemed to see something. His gaze paused for a moment, then quickly moved away.
Baili Xin asked, "Seven days ago, the rich man Li from Fengcheng died in the middle of the night. Did you know?"
Whiteboard: "Of course I did. It's such a big thing, the whole city has heard about it. Has the murderer been caught? I said it was done by a monster, is that true?"
Baili Xin: "Where were you that night?"
Baiban was stunned for a moment. "You asked me where I was? Are you doubting me? I, Mr. Li, don't even know you. Besides, we were practicing new music in Plum Garden that night until very late. My disciples can all testify for me."
He looked at Dijia speechlessly, and Dijia just shrugged his shoulders, acting as if it was none of his business.
"Really don't know him?" Baili Xin stood up from the sofa, walked to the museum shelf, and picked up a blue and white porcelain. "Mr. Li loves ceramics. In addition to collecting antiques, he also likes to have people customize them. He will have someone engrave his surname on the customized porcelain."
"What a coincidence! I also found an identical vase in the study of Mr. Li," Baili Xin turned the vase upside down with the bottom facing up, and behind the seal, Hull followed with a small "Li" character.
"Your last name is Bai, why is there a 'Li' behind this vase?"
His eyes flickered. "I don't know that either. I bought this vase from an antique shop. I didn't look at it carefully at the time. I wouldn't have bought it if you hadn't told me."
Baili Xin picked up a fish-mouth enamel bottle and turned it upside down. "Why does this one exist as well? Judging from the signatures on both, there is a two-year gap between the two. Isn't this too coincidental?"
"Do you think we are stupid?" Baili Xin asked tenderly, "Or do you want us to be tortured and forced to tell the truth?"
"Bai Ban's body, which was built for opera, shouldn't be able to withstand those weird things in prison, right?"
The fingertips holding the whiteboard on my knees trembled slightly.
This young master was too weird. He looked harmless and weak, but what he said was scarier than a poisonous snake. The oppressive feeling hidden under the soft Wu dialect seemed to crush him.
Who is he
Baili Xin put down the porcelain, walked back to his original seat and sat down.
"I'll say," Bai Ban thought for a moment and confessed, "I came here a few years ago. Although I'm an actor, the acting profession is still looked down upon. Three years ago, I went up the mountain to pray for blessings and met a master."
"He handed me a script and told me that if I practiced according to it, I would not only have a full house but also make a fortune."
"I thought the man was joking, but the content of the book was really interesting. I practiced it with a try-it attitude, and I got the Romance of the West Chamber."
“When the first show was released, it was packed.”
"The so-called unexpected fortune, does it mean that the rich man Li gave you a lot of benefits?" Baili Xin asked.
"Uh, yes." Baiban hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, "In the seventh performance, Mr. Li secretly found me and asked me what my name was."
"After I told him my name was Bai Xian, he seemed to be frightened, and ran away while shouting that it was impossible. A few days later, he turned around and gave me a bunch of treasures, and told me to stop acting like this. That was the only time we met. Although he didn't come later, he often sent treasures to me."
"I have been around Kyoto before, and I have seen all kinds of people. When I saw these gold and silver utensils, I understood. I guessed that this rich man Li must have some connection with this play."
"He is guilty, so he wants to use money to silence me."
"I'm not grateful for what I've received. I'm not grateful for what I've received. He gave me so much money, but I stopped this play not long after I started, and changed it to something else. He said he was gone not long ago, and it doesn't matter anyway, so I just moved on with this play."
"I didn't expect to lure you two out here."
He muttered quietly, "I shouldn't have sung if I had known."
Baili Xin: "What about the man who gave you the book? Did he appear later?"
Bai Ban shook his head: "No, I have only met Fang Yi, and I don't even know if Fang is a man or a woman."
Baili Xin was a little surprised, "How come you don't even know if Fang is a boy or a girl?"
"That person was dressed in black, with a black hat on his head and gloves on his hands. He didn't say anything to me, but just threw me a piece of paper and left. I once thought that it was a fairy from heaven who heard my request and came down to earth to bless me."
Baili Xin looked at Baiban's overly young face and said, "Come to think of it, Baiban, you should be in your forties now, right? How come you are so well maintained?"
"Isn't it that you have maintained yourself well?" Baiban became interested when he was praised. "It is also thanks to the Taoist priest in Qinglian Temple. He gave me a pill that can prolong my life and keep me young forever. Three years ago, my face was already wrinkled, but after taking the pill, I became younger and younger."
"But you two are still so young, you don't need that at all," Bai Ban sighed, "and it's better not to touch it if you can. I stopped taking the medicine a few times before, and my skin immediately returned to normal. I can't live without that medicine anymore. I have to go up the mountain on the 15th of every month to ask Taoist Qing to give me the medicine. Of course, the price is not cheap, what a dishonest businessman."
Baili Xindijia took a look.
"Then it seems that this 'evil' businessman will not have the opportunity to harm you in the future," Dijia said in a cold voice, "Master Qing is gone."
Qingdao's appearance rate is quite high, so it seems necessary to go and watch this legendary Qinglian.
Leaving behind a white board that was petrified, Baili Xindijia left the plum garden.
When they left, there was already thunder outside, and the rain that had been held back for a day finally fell.
It was like there were countless cracks in the sky, and raindrops were falling like beads that had broken off the string, falling down like they were free.
But fortunately, Dijia has a car.
The dark green military cap was put on Baili Xin's head. Dijia Baili Xin protected him tightly and carried him to the back seat, then he sat in after him.
"Go back home." Dijia wiped the rain off his body with his hand and gave a short order.
The vehicle started slowly, and the surrounding street lights were completely out, either due to power outage or other reasons. Even the surrounding buildings were without any lights.
All the rickshaw drivers and pedestrians disappeared, and it seemed as if they were the only ones left on the street except for the rain above their heads.
The sound of raindrops hitting the carriage above my head came, and hidden in the sound of rain was the thunder of the howling wind cutting through the sky.
On rainy nights like this, there is always a sense of inexplicable weirdness.
In such a bad and noisy atmosphere, the atmosphere became even more quiet.
"There is a towel next to you, please help me get it." Dijia's voice finally broke the silence.
Baili Xin felt around and soon found a neatly folded towel.
He picked it up, turned around and started to wipe it for Diga naturally.
The cloak on Dijia fell on himself, but he was only wearing a military uniform. Gang Fang used his body to block the rain. Not much rain fell on himself, which meant that a lot of rain fell on Dijia.
Hair, shoulders, chest, back, all wet.
Dijia was afraid of getting Baili Xin wet, so he didn't get close to Fang, but just slightly turned sideways to make it easier for Baili Xin to provide service.
He leaned his body into the leather seat behind him, his cheek slightly tilted, his eyes vaguely looking at Baili Xin.
I recalled what happened before entering this system.
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System: This player named Baili Xin is so special. He is like a virus that destroys the harmony of the game. I want to punish him and make him behave himself.
Dijia said coldly: "Did he break the rules of the game?"
System: That’s not the case, but don’t you care about it too, sir
Dijia's heart skipped a beat, but his expression became even calmer: "What do I care about?"
System: When you watch this player's live broadcast, your blood pressure rises, adrenaline surges, and your breathing becomes rapid. These are all psychological reactions when the human body is angry. I know that even though you don't say it, you are also angry in your heart that he has ruined the fun of the game.
Dijia's brows twitched, "Yes, you said it all."
System: The next person, I will randomly assign him to a death-level hell copy!
"But he has the greatest potential among these people to reach the 900th floor," Dijia said seriously, "You threw him into the Hell Dungeon, don't you feel sorry for the loss of his abilities and wisdom?"
The system hesitated: What do you say we should do
Dijia: "How about I go down and punish him myself? I can also vent my anger."
System: How do you want to punish him
Dijia: "Isn't he always arrogant and rude? How about punishing him by making him cry? Making an arrogant person cry is much more painful than torturing him in any other way."
System: You have a point. But even for you, entering the dungeon is subject to mission restrictions, and you need to place part/body-related consciousness in the room to build a special passage. Otherwise, once all players die, you will not be able to return here normally when the dungeon is closed.
Dijia: "I will put part of my consciousness here so that I can always stay connected to the game lobby."
System: Okay, let's do this. When this player enters the game again, please make sure he knows that life is difficult.
Dijia raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Of course."
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The memories ended, and Dijia looked at Baili Xin silently.
However, I knew that Baili Xin was unlucky, but I didn't expect him to be so unlucky.
Not only did I get this extremely fragmented single-player dungeon, I also got the sensitive skin and tear incontinence buff, and the character setting can't even be ooc.
If I don't come in, wouldn't Baili Xin's great physique and personality be wasted
Fortunately, he got in. If he didn't know that the system did not interfere with the player's locking into a specific copy, and did not maliciously add buffs, he would even think that this was a welfare treatment given to him by the system.
Wow, she looks so beautiful when she cries.
…
He could feel the burning gazes directed at him the whole time. Baili Xin wiped away all the rain that he could, and just as he was about to look up, the car suddenly slammed on the brakes.
His body fell forward due to inertia, and Dijia reached out with his big hand and directly grasped Baili Xin's waist.
The two looked forward at the same time, and saw a dark shadow flash by under the light in front of them.
Dijia: "What's wrong?"
The driver's trembling voice came from the cab, "Admiral, there is a ghost just ahead, a ghost."
Ghost
"She was wearing all white, with wet hair hanging down and covering her entire face. She was standing there stupidly, and as soon as I stepped on the brakes, she disappeared."
The driver bravely looked outside and said, "It's really gone. Maybe I'm seeing things wrong."
Baili Xin frowned slightly, "You didn't hit anyone, did you? Is there anyone under the car?"
The driver was startled by Baili Xin's overly calm tone, "Definitely not. I stepped on the brakes immediately after I saw the figure. I was still more than two meters away from him. I have received professional training. Madam, you cannot question my professional standards."
He became more and more excited as he spoke, and simply pointed his hand forward through the glass, "He was just... Ah! Shit! It's a ghost!"
Just as he reached out his hand, a body suddenly fell upside down from the roof of the car to the front window.
The hair was washed by the rain and spread on the front windshield. The ghost's pale face was covered with rain, and there were no pupils in his eyes, only dark black.
It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. The monster was wearing a white suit, and the rain slid down the wrinkles on his face and fell onto the glass.
His limbs were very long, like a human spider, and he opened his bloody mouth and looked at the three people in the car window.
The mouth is full of fangs and the teeth are uneven.
The driver was almost rolling his eyes in fear, but Dijia pointed at the monster outside the window and asked Baili Xin calmly, "Does it look like the shadow you saw that night?"
Through the window, Baili Xin pinched his chin and looked at it carefully for a few seconds, and said seriously: "It's not it. The monster has thick fur and a protruding mouth like a beast, not a human-shaped face."
driver:"… "
Two big guys, can you think of a solution?! Stop talking, can't you see that it has raised its claws and is ready to poke in?!
Baili Xin: "Although they are not the same one, since they are both monsters, they may be related. Now that it is here, wouldn't it be rude not to bring it home as a guest?"
Dijia: "Okay, yours."
As Baili Xin took out the dagger from his backpack, the arrogant monster suddenly stopped moving.
Fang raised his head in horror, as if he saw something behind the car. Then he suddenly jumped up from the car, and after a few jumps he disappeared in the rain.
Baili Xin turned his head to look at the rear window. The heavy rain blurred the rear window. In the deep darkness, he could only vaguely see a swaying white figure disappearing into the darkness.
Dijia: "Do you want to chase?"
Baili Xin looked at Dijia's wet clothes and shook his head: "Don't chase him anymore. I can't catch up anyway."
There are more and more characters appearing, and it feels like a hodgepodge.
When I first entered the game and saw the bunch of concubines, I thought the scene of this copy was in Li’s house. I didn’t expect that Li’s house was just the beginning.
After this little episode, the car slowly got on the road again.
Twenty minutes later, they returned to the Admiral's Mansion.
The black sedan drove straight into the gate, drove all the way up to the awning in front of the villa and stopped under it.
After just over twenty minutes of travel, there was light except for the power outage in the middle section of the road.
This strange scene made the driver wonder if they were trapped in some kind of ghost wall.
On a rainy night, the temperature dropped sharply.
After pushing the door open and entering, Dijia spoke without waiting for Baili Xin to ask, "Huang Ban is not here. My soldiers are next door to this house. Huang Ban is protected there. It's raining too hard tonight. I'll accompany you there when the rain stops tomorrow."
Baili Xin had the same idea. Although he was not worried about Dijia's physique, it would always be uncomfortable if his clothes were wet.
"Change into clean clothes," Baili Xin put on slippers, stood at the door and looked around the low-key and restrained admiral's mansion, "Where should I sleep tonight?"
There was a faint light flickering in Dijia's eyes, and his expression became more calm.
He helped Baili Xin take off his cloak, threw it casually on the armrest of the sofa, held Baili Xin's wrist with one hand and sat on the sofa.
Baili Xin was immediately trapped between Diga's legs.
Dijia: "My clothes are all wet."
Baili Xin said indifferently: "So I told you to take a shower and change quickly."
What then? What are you still doing here
"Help me take it off," Dijia paused, "I saw other children's clothes get wet, and their mothers helped them take them off."
Baili Xin: "..."
You also said that he was “someone else’s kid”.
Look at yourself in the mirror, how do you look like a child?!
His hands were led to the belt around his waist, and Dijia spoke again, "Little mother."
Baili Xin's hand trembled, and the belt easily fell off his military uniform.
He swallowed and unbuttoned his clothes carefully under the man's sharp eyes.
One, two...
It was not until he took off his military jacket that the man revealed the pure white shirt hidden underneath.
The military uniform was very thick and the shirt inside was not wet.
Before Baili Xin could catch her breath, the man grabbed Baili Xin's wrist and pulled her upstairs, "Follow me."
Following Dijia silently, Baili Xin came to a bedroom.
I thought Dijia was up to something, but Fang just turned on the light and pointed to a glass door of a guest room. "This is the VIP room. It has a separate bathroom."
"There is clean water and a kettle. You can boil water for yourself when you are thirsty." Dijia paused, "Of course, you can also call me and let me boil water for you."
Dijia patiently fulfilled his duties as a good host, but Baili Xin’s mind was filled with “???”
That's it
He thought Fang was going to kill him.
Is it because he is dirty
Looking at Dijia's righteous face with doubt, Baili Xin still felt that he might be in a dream.
"Alright," Dijia patted Bailixin's shoulder, "treat this place as your own home. It's getting late, hurry up and wash up and go to bed."
Baili Xin walked into the bedroom with a confused look on his face. After closing the door, he thought for a few seconds, then turned around and locked the door.
He walked to the closet, opened it, and found it was empty.
When I walked to the bathroom, there was only a pure white bath towel in the room.
Baili Xin: "..."
Is this how you treat your guests? Oh, now I remember, Dijia said to treat this place as his own home.
He doesn't deserve it.
When Baili Xin was about to go out to ask Dijia for a change of clothes, he heard the sound of water splashing next door.
The raised foot was slowly lowered.
Has Dijia already washed up
It doesn't matter. I'll just wrap myself in a towel and sleep naked until dawn.
Maybe asking for a towel in Fang's room will be what Fang wants.
Looking at the empty wardrobe, Baili Xin became even more certain that Fang was setting a trap for him.
An hour later, Baili Xin curled up in the quilt with steam rolling around and turned off the lights.
late at night.
The sound of a key unlocking a door came from outside.
While Baili Xin was sleeping soundly, a broad body crawled into his bed.
Baili Xin suddenly woke up. The man's hard arms and chest attacked from behind, and his nose sniffed hard at Baili Xin's shoulder socket.
"I remember I locked the door." Baili Xin whispered.
The man chuckled: "This is my house. I have the key."
"I am really happy."
The man's fingers groped the young man's slippery arms after he had just taken a shower. "I was adopted by Mr. Li when I was very young, but Mr. Li only used me as a tool to carry on his family line."
“I’ve never felt a mother’s love.”
"After so many years, this has always been an unspeakable scar in my heart."
"I really envy other children who can sleep with their mothers hugging them."
"I didn't expect that my expectation would finally be responded to."
"very nice."
Baili Xin: "..."
Damn you, you lack maternal love. You popped out of a black hole and you don’t have a mother at all.
Are you awake
He knew how could Dijia be so quiet and do nothing.
Waiting for him here!
The man behind him exerted a little force with his arm, and Baili Xin's body was immediately passively turned 180 degrees, from carrying Dijia on his back to facing Dijia.
In the darkness, Dijia's eyes were particularly bright.
Baili Xin could even see the smile in Fang's eyes.
Dijia buried his head in Baili Xin's chest, and his low voice gently entered Baili Xin's ears.
"I grew up drinking goat's milk."
"I really want to feel motherly love, can I?"
Baili Xin: “???!!!”