Soul Patch

Chapter 30 is about cameras.

Wenjie lowered his head and asked Yang Shanshan softly, "Where do you live?"

Yang Shanshan looked serene, her breathing even, as if she were asleep.

Wenjie shook his head. He had drunk a third of the fruit wine and felt his reactions were much slower. It was no wonder that Yang Shanshan had fallen asleep after drinking so much.

But he didn't know where Yang Shanshan lived.

He hesitated and looked up at the driver, who impatiently repeated his question: "Dude, where do you live?"

“I live in that apartment building over there,” Wenjie said, pointing to the towering buildings in front of him.

"It's so close!" the driver muttered, thinking he had gotten a good fare, but it turned out to be just a pharmacy on the side of the road and then a residential area two intersections away.

This is truly speechless!

The red rash on Yang Shanshan's face had subsided somewhat, and her fever had lessened. She seemed to be sleeping comfortably, with relaxed eyebrows and a smile on her lips.

She seemed so carefree, Wenjie sighed.

The apartment building was so close; it was just a short drive away. When Wenjie paid the taxi fare, he suddenly realized that the restaurant owner at Hallasan BBQ hadn't made him pay.

The taxi stopped downstairs, and he carried Yang Shanshan on his back, walking unsteadily into the building entrance.

After dragging Yang Shanshan into the bedroom and putting her on the bed, he lay back on the bed, panting heavily.

I was already feeling dizzy from drinking, and then I was carrying someone on my back. I felt like there was a nerve in my head throbbing, and my head was buzzing and throbbing.

He glanced at Yang Shanshan beside him. In the moonlight, he could see her delicate nose, her rosy lips, and even smell the cherry wine scent between her lips and teeth.

Wenjie gazed at Yang Shanshan, who was so close to him. She was sleeping soundly, and the warm breath she exhaled carried a unique and alluring scent, spraying onto his face.

Wenjie felt his throat was a little dry, and he swallowed. It was still a little dry, and he thought about getting up to get some water, but then he realized it wasn't about drinking water.

He stared at Yang Shanshan, his gaze burning with intensity. To say he still retained any rationality would be pure nonsense; his mind was blank, and under the influence of alcohol, he was even somewhat dizzy.

He leaned close to Yang Shanshan's face and gently touched the area on her face where the red rash had appeared.

The rash has subsided by now, and at least it doesn't look strange under the moonlight.

"Yang Shanshan, Yang Shanshan..." Wenjie called her softly twice.

How exactly did this system influence Yang Shanshan's subconscious? Why did Yang Shanshan hug him on her own initiative, refuse to go to the hospital, and unwittingly follow him home?

Wenjie wondered if Yang Shanshan would mind if he kissed her if she were sober.

Never mind... Once I kiss her, I can't stop.

Wenjie felt hot all over. He struggled to get up and sat blankly on the edge of the bed, staring at Yang Shanshan on the bed.

Yang Shanshan's sleeping posture is very alluring. She must feel like she's at home in her dreams, freely stretching out her long legs.

No one knows what she was dreaming about, but she reached out and hugged Wenjie's pillow to her chest. Her slender, dark eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and she was muttering something to herself.

"Wenjie... Wen... Wenjie"

Wenjie was startled; Yang Shanshan was calling his name in her sleep.

Blood rushed to his head, and Wenjie carefully yet impatiently planted a kiss on Yang Shanshan's cheek, moving it down lightly until he placed the kiss on her lips.

Yang Shanshan's lips were warm and soft, and Wenjie was instantly captivated by them. His dormant desires were awakened, like a strange and exceptionally ferocious beast, surging and roaring within him.

Yang Shanshan seemed to murmur something, and Wenjie, thinking she had woken up, hurriedly stood up.

Standing by the bed, I watched Yang Shanshan turn to her side, change her position, and continue sleeping.

Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief, gazed at Yang Shanshan for a moment, let the surging passion within him run rampant, and turned to leave the bedroom.

In the darkness, something seemed to flash in the foyer.

Wenjie thought he was seeing things because he had drunk too much, so he stood at the bedroom door and suddenly squinted to observe carefully.

Sure enough, a moment later he saw something flash again. This time he saw clearly that something on the small cabinet next to the foyer had lit up.

Wenjie sobered up considerably, and the hazy, unfounded desires he had just felt vanished without a trace.

He closed the bedroom door and turned on the light with a snap. He moved a chair over, stood on it, and found a child's toy on top of the cabinet in the partition.

It's a Barbie doll.

Wenjie was puzzled. How did this thing end up in his house?

Is it available as soon as you move in?

That shouldn't be the case. We cleaned everything when we moved in, and I didn't see this thing.

There wasn't much dust on the Barbie doll, so it probably hadn't been there for long.

No... that's not the point. The point is, what kind of device is this Barbie doll flashing?

Wenjie found a screwdriver and took the Barbie doll apart.

A pinhole camera appeared in front of Wenjie.

This sent a chill down Wenjie's spine. He glanced towards the bedroom. Had the camera really captured him kissing Yang Shanshan?

The image of the laptop he'd lost and then found flashed through his mind. Was this Barbie doll placed here the day he lost the laptop?

Or... the strange noises in the porch on the night the Soul Patch System appeared.

Could it be that some weirdo used a time machine to put this Barbie doll here?

Wenjie weighed the Barbie doll in his hand; it wasn't heavy. Maybe it really was delivered by the time machine?

Who stole the computer and put a webcam here?

In other words, the other party knows everything he does! How terrifying! Wenjie broke out in a cold sweat.

For the first time, he realized how powerful his opponent was. He had laid out a plan without making a sound, calculating every single move.

They held up a net that was wide but not leaky, waiting for him to crawl into it, so they could control him tightly.

As he pondered, drowsiness overcame him, and Wenjie quickly fell asleep.

Once the room fell silent, the laptop in the bedroom automatically turned on and the webcam activated.

The camera could see right into the bedroom, where Yang Shanshan was sleeping soundly.

However, Yang Shanshan was clearly not what the other party wanted to see, and the computer quickly shut down automatically.

The next day, just as dawn broke, Wenjie's alarm clock rang, and he habitually reached under his pillow.

Wenjie tiptoed open the door and saw Yang Shanshan still lying in bed, her pillow thrown on the floor.

She looks quite ladylike, but she's so wild when she's asleep!

Wenjie gently closed the door again, went to the kitchen, cooked porridge, and rummaged through the house for any ingredients he could find.

Fortunately, there was ham, eggs, and milk in the refrigerator.

Wenjie prepared a very sumptuous breakfast in less than half an hour.

Due to her biological clock, Yang Shanshan couldn't sleep soundly even after seven in the morning. In her hazy state, she smelled the aroma of pan-fried ham, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar room.

She was startled at first, then cried out "Ah!"

What's going on? Where am I?

Hearing Yang Shanshan's scream, Wenjie, wearing an apron, ran into the bedroom, tilted his head, and asked, "What's wrong? Oh... you're awake?"

Yang Shanshan stared blankly at Wenjie, only then remembering that she had accidentally drunk cherry wine with him yesterday and had an allergic reaction.

I raised my hand and touched my face; the allergy had subsided, and I couldn't feel any itching anymore.

But... Wenjie said he would take her to the hospital. He said she didn't need to go to the hospital and that she would be fine after a good night's sleep at home.

How did you end up at Wenjie's house?

"What...what have you been doing?" Yang Shanshan looked down at her uniform and skirt. It seemed she had slept fully clothed last night.

"I'm making breakfast. Come on over, it's ready." Wenjie understood that Yang Shanshan was asking about last night, and a stiff explanation would only make things awkward, so he simply changed the subject.

Yang Shanshan said "oh" and asked where the bathroom was. She asked a little timidly, "Can I take a shower? I take a shower every day at home."

"Oh, well... then you can use it." Wenjie went into the bedroom, rummaged through the closet for a while, and took out a brand new bath towel, handing it to Yang Shanshan.

"This... I bought it but haven't used it yet, you... just make do with it," Wenjie said hesitantly.

Yang Shanshan thanked Wenjie and went into the bathroom with a bath towel in her arms.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom. Wenjie stood dumbfounded at the bathroom door, staring blankly at Yang Shanshan's naked figure reflected in the frosted glass.

After what seemed like an eternity, he reluctantly moved from the bathroom doorway to the kitchen.

Breakfast was ready in the kitchen. He plated the breakfast he had prepared: fried eggs, pan-fried ham, and several potato and scallion pancakes. Each person also had a bowl of fragrant white porridge and a cup of hot milk.

As Wenjie laid out the breakfast items one by one on the table, he felt an unprecedented sense of sweet happiness.

We still need to hurry up and hang up the blackout curtains.

(End of this chapter)