A white bathrobe enveloped their entire body.
Silver hair hung wetly over their shoulders.
At that moment, Song Jin Shi felt a strange sensation.
When he saw the person’s face before him, he stared in disbelief.
“What are you doing here!”
Suo Han’s cold gray eyes glimmered with a faint red light, as if peering into Song Jin Shi’s very soul. “Who else could it be?”
“Did you sneak out to dress like this just to meet someone else?”
“Are you disappointed to see me?”
Such a cold demeanor from Suo Han was all too familiar to Song Jin Shi!
Wasn’t this just the crazed Suo Han from the later stages of that quest?
“Host, isn’t all of this your doing, pushing Suo Han like this?”
Song Jin Shi choked on his words. “But… what should I do now?”
“Host, why not just submit? Like back then, sleep together for a hundred or eighty years, and he will return to normal.”
Song Jin Shi’s gaze faltered, mumbling, “I didn’t mean to sneak out to meet someone else, and I definitely didn’t intend to dress like this. You must believe me, Master.”
Indeed, he had snuck out and dressed as he was, but he truly had no intention of meeting anyone else.
Suo Han’s dark eyes were filled with indescribable thoughts.
“Xiao Shi, you still know that I’m your master.”
Suo Han’s voice was hoarse, reminiscent of a parched desert about to encounter a torrential downpour—harsh yet filled with longing and affection.
“Are those men all your targets?”
Suo Han’s sudden question caught Song Jin Shi off guard.
He realized that back then he was trying to complete a task by targeting Suo Han, and thought he might need to pursue those others as well.
“Can Xiao Shi not pursue them?”
Song Jin Shi faced Suo Han with confusion, “I don’t have anyone I want to pursue.”
“But Xiao Shi, I saw you calling that man ‘husband’.”
Song Jin Shi recalled the time when he had amnesia, opening his mouth without knowing how to explain.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
Suddenly, Suo Han reached out to embrace Song Jin Shi, his tall frame enveloping him.
“Xiao Shi, we’ve been married for over a hundred years. The only time you call me ‘husband’ is when you can’t stand me in bed. I’ve never heard you call me that in other situations.”
“Xiao Shi, did you ever truly have feelings for me back then?”
With his face buried in Suo Han’s embrace, Song Jin Shi’s thoughts drifted back to that quest.
Did he ever actually like Suo Han?
He didn’t know.
His emotions had been stripped away by the little assistant; he only remembered the events that transpired between them, but he couldn’t recall how much Suo Han liked him or whether he liked Suo Han.
“Xiao Shi.”
Suo Han’s gaze gradually became obscure.
Song Jin Shi felt something hard pressed against his abdomen.
“Suo… Suo… Suo Han…”
Suo Han extended his pale hand to cover Song Jin Shi’s mouth, preventing him from speaking further.
“Shh, Xiao Shi, your master misses you.”
Suo Han’s other hand caressed Song Jin Shi’s heart, “Does Xiao Shi miss your master here too?”
After saying so, he gently covered Song Jin Shi’s lips with his own.
“Don’t reject me, don’t leave me, don’t… abandon me…”
Song Jin Shi had never seen Suo Han in such a vulnerable state.
An indescribable emotion surged within him.
The atmosphere became thick with tension.
Song Jin Shi’s mind clouded, as if he were intoxicated, completely unable to refuse Suo Han’s demands.
He was lured into the bathroom.
The door closed behind them.
Faint sounds of sobbing and pleas echoed within the room.
…
——『The screen went black! It stayed black all night!』
——『Dear, tell me, did that white-haired man take advantage of you?』
——『As soon as I entered the livestream, I saw my wife lying with that white-haired guy. Everyone, I’m afraid I’m turning green with envy!』
——『Sigh, who can blame him for being my wife? Just let me see the process next time and I’ll forgive you.』
Song Jin Shi groggily opened his eyes, feeling the weight across his waist, and wanted to lift it off.
When he felt the warmth of a body beneath his hands, his mind paused.
“Why is there someone in my bed?”
Song Jin Shi murmured.
“Host… do you remember what happened last night?”
Song Jin Shi was momentarily at a loss.
Until he tried to sit up, the soreness in his waist reminded him of everything that had transpired the night before.
He slowly turned his head to look at Suo Han beside him, then lifted the covers to check his own body.
“Little assistant, is it too late for me to run now?”
With that, Song Jin Shi attempted to get up and escape.
But as soon as he moved, a hand pulled him back from behind.
“Are you trying to run again?”
“Xiao Shi, when will you truly face my feelings for you?”