Song the Scoundrel's lips curled into a smile, his eyes full of doting affection. "Yes, I am the Scoundrel. I roughly understand the situation."
"If you encounter anything similar again, please call me immediately, and I will definitely come over."
"Don't try to shoulder this alone. We're practically bound by fate. Don't hesitate to use me when you can."
Song Yanqing kept his eyes fixed on Shang Shujue's, and Shang Shujue could sense the emotions he wanted to convey in them—sincerity, passion, and deep affection...
"Who would be soft-hearted? Taking advantage of you is satisfying enough, isn't it?"
Shang Shujue panicked and lost her composure. She didn't dare to look him in the eye, even though her ears and neck were turning red. She looked away but still pretended not to understand.
" A-Jue."
Song Yanqing was silent for a while, then suddenly called his name. He seemed to have accepted this form of address, from getting angry at first to now taking it for granted.
"What?"
Shang Shujue panicked even more. He vaguely guessed what Song Yanqing was going to say next. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed a kiwi that Song Yanqing liked to eat, and began to peel it with his eyes lowered, without looking at him.
Why are you suddenly calling me in such a serious tone?
A slender hand took the kiwi fruit that Shang Shujue had just cracked open from his hand.
He had no choice but to look up, only to find that Song Yanqing had moved to sit next to him. He instantly stiffened, lowered his head, and fidgeted with his fingers, pretending to be a fish out of water, and remained silent.
"ε=(´ο`*))) Sigh..."
Song Yanqing sighed softly, seemingly at a loss for what to do with him. She placed the kiwi fruit on the table, took out a wet wipe to clean his hands, and spoke in a doting and indulgent tone.
"Whenever you get nervous, you subconsciously fixate on peeling kiwis, ending up with your hands covered in kiwi fuzz, which you then ignore until you wash them clean."
"The next day, you went to the event with your hands all red. Every time you saw me, you would swagger at me with those hands, you know? At that time, I felt..."
"You're so cute, just like my Ragdoll cat."
"..." Shang Shujue stared at him in disbelief, his face flushed, but he couldn't say a word, because he had indeed done such a thing, and more than once.
"You're the cat, your whole family are cats, I'm the tiger! What the hell am I saying?!"
After struggling for a long time, Shang Shujue finally managed to utter this sentence. After he finished speaking, he felt like a fool. He withdrew his hand, sat down next to her, and hugged a pillow, becoming withdrawn.
Song Yanqing sat there, a silent smile playing on his lips, and didn't mention anything else. He believed that what he wanted to express had been conveyed to him.
In the time that follows, all Shang Shujue needs to do is think, choose, and decide for himself, but no matter what decision he makes, he can't escape it for the rest of his life.
" A-Jue, I'd like to take a shower. Could you help me find some clean clothes? My bandages are still on, and they're a bit uncomfortable. My injuries have healed, and a shower will make me feel better."
As Song Yanqing spoke, he stood up from the sofa, took off his coat, and draped it over the back of the sofa.
Hearing his tone, Shang Shujue immediately understood that he didn't intend to continue the previous topic. She didn't know whether she felt more relieved or disappointed.
"Okay, let me check how your wound is healing. If it's not completely healed, try not to touch it while you shower. I'll apply some more medicine for you."
Shang Shujue concealed the slight disappointment in her heart, put down the cushion, stood up, and went towards Song Yanqing. The other party obediently took off his clothes and sat down so that he could see him.
After the bandages were removed, Song Yanqing's injury was revealed. It had completely healed, with tender new flesh growing back, and was no longer the hideous wound it had been before.
"It's healed perfectly. Go take a shower. I'll go find you some suitable clothes, or have someone bring them to you if necessary."
Shang Shujue felt relieved and gently patted his shoulder. It was a bit hard; he didn't know if it was because Song Yanqing subconsciously flexed his biceps or something else, but it was definitely strong—after all, this guy could lift him up with one hand...
"Okay, sure."
Song Yanqing nodded slightly, then got up and went to the bathroom. Shang Shujue leaned back on the sofa and stared blankly for a while, then his gaze suddenly fell on the clothes that Song Yanqing had taken off.
" Nuomi, do you think what Song Yanqing said just now was true or false? I feel like he knows me too well, like he's been watching me for years. Could it be that he's really been secretly in love with me for years? ๑ᵒᯅᵒ๑"
Nuomi appeared in his line of sight, snuggled up to Song Yanqing's clothes, and before she could say anything, Shang Shujue swiftly pulled her into his arms.
"Don't sit on his clothes, what will you do if you shed fur?"
Nuomi: "... I'm just a system! The cat form is just a system skin! Why are you shedding fur?!"
"Huh? You don't even shed a single hair? How pathetic..."
Nuomi: "..." Tired, let's destroy it!
Shang Shujue finally looked at the clothes his assistant had prepared for him and found that none of them were suitable for Song Yanqing. However, the pajamas were too big, and the other man could barely wear them.
" Song Yanqing, you're not going out tonight, are you? I only found a set of pajamas that's a bit of a stretch, will that do?"
Shang Shujue decided to ask Song Yanqing's opinion first. After a while, a muffled sound came from the bathroom, probably because of the bathroom door, which was quite soundproof.
"Sure, you can just leave it at the door."
Upon hearing the reply, Shang Shujue placed her pajamas on the shelf by the door, turned back to the sofa, took out her phone, and sent a large red envelope in the group chat as a thank you for their support. After that, she went to play games.
As for the reactions of the people in the group? He didn't care. A real man never cares about these things, hehehe...
The group chat where he was usually quiet suddenly became lively because of his generous red envelope. Even those who usually lurked in the chat came out to praise the boss for being so generous.
Zhang Zhichen and Bai Zhiyi, who were preparing backstage, each managed to snag 1500 and 1300 respectively, making everyone else in the group extremely envious.
As expected of the main characters and their stand-ins, their luck in grabbing red envelopes was phenomenal; they were so happy they couldn't stop grinning. They were probably the ones who grabbed the most red envelopes in the group.
Even those with the worst luck managed to snag 560, and everyone was thrilled. The training camp was filled with joy, and the atmosphere was incredibly relaxed and comfortable.
The situation was different for Su Youchuan and his group.