The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Looking at all this messy information.

Yan Cong stood at the door and suddenly smiled.

The frustration from the machines all night, the resentment from the boss's scolding, and the exhaustion that seeped into my bones all eased a little at this moment.

He leaned against the door frame and typed a reply.

I'm still awake; I was just about to take a shower.

The other party replied almost instantly.

Wow! (⊙o⊙)

[Baby is spying on the screen!]

Baby~ kiss~

Yan Cong chuckled and replied with a kiss emoji.

【hey-hey! 】

[By the way, baby, did you get yelled at by your bad boss last night?]

Yan Cong looked down at the screen, his fingers pausing for a moment.

In the end, I went back to the past.

Yes~

[I got really badly scolded~]

So tired~ I want a real kiss~

the other side.

Liang Rumeng lay on the bed, laughing so hard her toes dangled from her phone.

She was at her aunt's house.

The room was clean, the curtains were light pink, and there was a shark dog plush toy given to me by Yan Cong on the bedside table.

She rolled over, buried her face in the doll, and couldn't resist picking up her phone to look at it.

[Unfortunately, the baby can't kiss her~]

There's nothing I can do about it~

Yan Cong looked at the sentence and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

Baby, I want to see long legs~

Liang Rumeng blushed.

No, that won't work!

I'm wearing pants right now, and I don't want to take them off!

The chat window was silent for a few seconds.

soon.

Yan Cong sent a voice message.

(Audio 10)

Liang Rumeng clicked on it.

After hearing that, she immediately wrapped herself in the blankets and twisted around on the bed several times.

After a long while, she finally poked her head out.

Her face turned bright red.

"real……"

"That's really foul."

"How can you act so cute like that..."

She muttered to herself, but her hand instinctively lifted the blanket.

Not long after.

Yan Cong received a freshly taken photo.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and as soon as he opened the app, he leaned back.

The next second, he raised his hand to cover his nose, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Hehe~

【I've sent it to my baby~】

【Alas, it's a pity that someone can see it but can't touch it~】

[Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity~]

[Hehehe...]

Yan Cong felt his blood rush to his head.

He stared at the screen.

A few seconds later, I started typing.

Send me your location.

【Huh?】

Liang Rumeng was taken aback.

What are you going to do?

Just send it to me.

Liang Rumeng bit her lip.

She stared at the chat box, a flicker of panic in her eyes that only lasted a moment before being quickly suppressed by anticipation.

She sent her aunt's address.

Less than two seconds.

Yan Cong replied with three screenshots.

First one, requesting three days off.

The second one is a high-speed rail ticket.

The third one is a hotel booking confirmation.

Liang Rumeng stared at the three pictures, completely frozen in place.

Followed by.

Yan Cong's new message popped up.

You can't touch it, right?

[You can't get a kiss, huh?]

[Wash and enjoy the fragrance!!!]

"Whoosh—"

Liang Rumeng suddenly sat up in bed, her face instantly turning bright red.

"It's all over!"

"Talking big is about to become reality!"

She was extremely anxious.

But the anticipation in his eyes grew stronger.

She suddenly threw off the covers, stepped barefoot onto the floor, and rushed towards the wardrobe.

"no."

"I need to find my best outfit!"

the other side.

In the dormitory.

Yan Cong had already opened the food delivery app.

He placed the order without any expression.

Yes, necessary combat equipment.

Then I took a shower, dried my hair, and changed my clothes.

Finally, style your hair in front of the mirror.

The boy in the mirror had bloodshot eyes and looked tired.

But that lifeless energy was gone.

After half an hour.

He rushed into the high-speed rail station with a satchel on his back.

Ticket check.

boarding.

Find your seat.

The set of movements was clean and crisp.

As the train started moving, the factory area outside the window receded little by little.

The roar of the machines, the oil stains, the night shifts, and the boss's angry curses were all left behind.

Yan Cong sat by the window and glanced down at his satchel full of combat gear.

He took a picture and sent it to Liang Rumeng.

It only had two words on it.

[They've arrived.]

"You're here?"

Within the canopy.

I don't know who posted it first.

next second.

The comments section erupted in mischievous grins.

"What's going to happen next?"

"It's really hard to guess~"

"I don't even want to think about it~"

"Coward, I dare to dream!"

Lines of comments scrolled by.

In the video, the camera has switched to the other side.

The bathroom was filled with steam.

Behind the frosted glass, the light was diffused by the heat.

Liang Rumeng stood under the showerhead, half of her shoulder reddened from the water. The scene below was bathed in holy light by the Heavenly Dao with great professionalism.

"Ding-dong!"

The phone on the sink lit up briefly.

Liang Rumeng stretched out her hand, still wet with water droplets, and tapped the screen.

next second.

Her face, already flushed from the heat, turned even redder.

"Clatter!"

She left her phone face down on the sink.

The bathroom was quiet for two seconds.

Followed by.

"Puff puff puff—"

She dispensed the shower gel by pressing it out one pump at a time.

White foam quickly filled her palm, which she then hurriedly smeared onto her body.

She lowered her head and smelled it, but still felt it wasn't enough.

So I pressed the pump again.

"Let me take a nice bath..."

Liang Rumeng muttered to herself.

"It needs to smell a bit better."

In the sky.

The live chat exploded.

"Oh ho!"

"It's starting! It's starting!"

"Old Master Yan, charge!"

"Heavenly Dao, you dare to withdraw the Holy Light?!"

The video started to speed up.

On the high-speed train, Yan Cong dozed off for a while, resting his head on the window.

Shortly after, the arrival announcement sounded.

He got off the train with a yawn and followed the flow of people out of the station.

Before entering the restroom, he turned on the tap and splashed cold water on his face.

The cold water dripped down his chin and into his collar, which made him a little more awake.

The boy in the mirror still had bloodshot eyes from staying up all night, and his hair was a little messed up by the car window.

Yan Cong stared at himself for a few seconds, then pulled out a BB cream from his bag.

This thing is supposed to conceal blemishes.

He used to be too lazy to even look at it.

Only after they started dating did he begin to care about these trivial details.

After applying the ointment, he looked at himself closely in the mirror.

Ok.

It does look much better now.

Spray on a little more perfume—I don't recognize the brand, but it smells pretty expensive.

Yan Cong put on his mask, slung his bag over his shoulder, and walked out of the high-speed rail station.

He called a car based on the location sent by Liang Rumeng.

While waiting for the bus, he couldn't help but smile as he tapped the chat box.

I've arrived at the high-speed rail station. It'll only take about ten minutes by taxi to get to your spot.

Have you taken a nice bath, baby?!

Are you afraid to reply to my messages?

[Do you regret provoking me?]

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The last three might get stuck in the approval process; let me see if they can pass first.

It will probably be after 8 a.m. tomorrow.

Seriously, can't we use the word "dad"? Sigh.