The Scent of a Kindred Spirit

After finishing his food, Si You wiped his mouth. A waiter immediately came over to clear the table. Si You thanked him, braced himself against the table as he was about to stand, then abruptly froze before slowly sitting back down.

Si You cursed furiously in his heart.

Over here, Jiang Tingxu called over a friend to take his place and got up to leave.

"Why don't you just tie him to your belt?" Zhao Linxiu muttered under his breath.

"There are rooms upstairs. Want to lie down for a while?" Jiang Tingxu leaned closer and gently rubbed Si You's waist.

"No." Si You stubbornly refused. "How many days have I been lying down already? The moment I see a bed now, I'm wide awake." As he said this, Si You lightly glared at Jiang Tingxu. "Go easy on me next time."

"Of course." Jiang Tingxu looked utterly serious.

Si You gave a bitter smile. He had really been far too naive before.

What was even more ridiculous was that Si You had once imagined that if Jiang Tingxu was inexperienced or didn't know how to do something, they could find a video and learn on the spot. Learn his ass!

Once Si You stood up, he didn't want to sit down again so easily. The process of adjusting to it was not comfortable.

Jiang Tingxu looked at him, regret flashing through his eyes.

Si You told Jiang Tingxu to go have fun while he slowly strolled around outside. After the beginning of autumn, the surrounding desolation carried a unique tranquility. A few small lambs were kept beside the stable built entirely of wood. They were tiny and unafraid of people, starting to bleat the moment they saw Si You. Si You picked up some dried corn stalks nearby and