Chu Shiye sat beside Ji Mian with a wronged look on his face.
The person he dared not touch easily could touch him casually without any care.
Su Lan couldn't see his struggle and his cautiousness at all.
…Su Lan really seems to be unable to see now.
Chu Shiye became even more depressed.
Ji Mian couldn't hear Chu Shiye's inner voice, and found that he was motionless like a piece of wood, so he smiled and said, "Are you not hiding from me anymore?"
Chu Shiye remained motionless.
But he did not dodge anymore.
Ji Mian thought to himself: Sure enough, sometimes teasing this Alpha may have some unexpected effects.
He smiled and touched Chu Shiye’s head.
Chu Shiye: “…”
He slowly lowered his head.
After a while, he got up and started to clean the house as if to divert his attention.
Ji Mian raised his fingertips slightly and released his spiritual body.
The Goddess of Light butterfly fluttered its wings gracefully and flew around the house, observing this new environment curiously.
Its tail wing dropped starlight. Chu Shiye, who was mopping the floor, looked up and said, "Falling powder."
Goddess of Light Butterfly: “?”
Ji Mian: "It scolds you."
Chu Shiye was silent for a second: "Can spirits curse people?"
"Yes, it's very fierce." Ji Mian said with a smile, "After you summon the spirit body, maybe the two of them will quarrel."
Chu Shiye looked at him.
Su Lan's tone was so natural, and he firmly believed that he would be able to summon his own spiritual body.
From the very beginning, Su Lan was different from others.
The starlight fell to the ground, flickered for a few seconds and then disappeared. Chu Shiye continued to mop the floor.
The Goddess of Light Butterfly began to fly behind him.
Chu Shiye: “…”
Ji Mian: "Don't lose fans, don't lose fans, come back soon."
Goddess of Light Butterfly: “?”
In Chu Shiye's eyes, this angry little butterfly probably flew to the window cursing.
.
The temperature was low at night. Ji Mian coughed lightly. Chu Shiye, who was sitting beside the workbench, immediately put down what he was doing and came over to pat him on the back.
Ji Mian: “There is a problem.”
Chu Shiye: "Hmm?"
Ji Mian: "How do I take a shower?"
Chu Shiye: “…”
This is indeed a problem.
Ji Mian: "If you are willing to help me wash it, I don't mind."
Chu Shiye: “…”
Chu Shiye: "Wait a minute."
Ji Mian heard a series of clanging sounds. About half an hour later, Chu Shiye said, "It's done."
Ji Mian: “What?”
Chu Shiye: "Bathtub."
Ji Mian: Well, you are really clever and deft.
Chu Shiye moved the newly built bathtub to the bathroom and slowly filled it with hot water.
Ji Mian sat in the bathtub, the warm water flowing down to her collarbone, and her black hair was wet by the water lifted by Chu Shiye.
Chu Shiye looked straight ahead, concentrating on pouring shampoo into Ji Mian's wet hair.
Ji Mian: "When I was a kid, I fell down because I was playing on a rainy day. My mother gave me a bath in the same way."
He still remembered that time when he was afraid that his mother would scold him, so he hid in the garden and refused to come out. Finally, his mother came to find him, touched his head, and took him away with a smile.
Chu Shiye: "Your mother..."