At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

This was the first time Su Che had ever carried something so fragrant and soft on his back.

For some reason, the rain stopped falling from the sky a second ago.

The dark clouds dispersed.

The soil gave off a fresher smell.

Of course, this wonderful feeling was completely overshadowed by the constant fragrance of her hair and the ticklish sensation like cat claws scratching at my heart.

"..."

He clearly wanted to help her home.

But she said she couldn't take another step.

No, not even half a step.

Is she a spoiled young lady?

No, it doesn't look like it.

[The young lady usually doesn't turn into tears.]

Su Che shook his head, suppressing his wildly beating heart, while outwardly maintaining a composed and expressionless demeanor.

The girl was very light.

Although not as "cotton candy-like" as described in the novel

But they're pretty much the same.

Skin is smoother and not greasy than a marshmallow.

Because the posture of carrying him on his back is rather ambiguous,

Generally, you should support your buttocks.

So in order to avoid making her feel embarrassed or ashamed,

Su Che chose the absolute domain as his fulcrum.

The distance between the thigh and the edge of the stockings under the skirt.

That is the source of this tactile sensation.

I never believed that God would reward me.

Therefore, one must also be wary of honey traps.

Su Che was quite cautious during the operation.

Looking around, I didn't see any suspicious vehicles or pedestrians.

Yes, it's almost four o'clock after all, and soon the elderly will all be out for their morning exercise.

People who are still out and about at this time

They're no better than wandering ghosts.

Deliberately diverting attention,

The goal was to ignore the soft, sweet charm coming from behind.

Uh...

Can this young man, who has never been tempted before, hold on to his principles and make it home safely?

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Continue along the winding path.

We passed by a flower shop that was closed and shut down.

The flower shop is named "Cai".

It has been several months since the last time it opened.

I used to buy bouquets from this shop every now and then.

Take it home and put it in a vase.

Place it on the windowsill.

Occasionally, a glance over it will bring a rare moment of healing.

Mood is a luxury.

For someone as gloomy as myself, being able to laugh, to be happy for even a second, is...

That would be an immense blessing.

As people approach 23 and head straight for 30, they deeply feel that their time and energy are not what they used to be, and wasting time is tantamount to wasting oneself.

Having already endured such hardship, there's no right to continue grinning foolishly.

Lacking the means to experience high-class pleasures, one can only focus their attention downwards.

The paint spread through the puddles on the ground.

Circle after circle, like ripples.

"What's your name?"

Su Che tried to confirm whether she was conscious.

I called out, but there was no response.

He said no more and simply continued on his way.

The phone booth is about 600 meters from my home.

The distance was neither too close nor too far, enough to carry the girl to her destination.

The thought of settling her in my home later...

Su Che found it extremely troublesome.

Many problems followed.

For example, their own home is a small apartment, less than 50 square meters in area.

One bed, one bathroom, one bedroom

There is no living room; it's a cramped apartment.

How should we arrange things? How should we sleep?

Should we leave her on the sofa and ignore her, or should we leave her on the bed and let her do as she pleases?

Also, would she look down on a guy's home?

I didn't bother to dress up before going out; it was just my everyday life.

Let's leave aside the mysterious box hidden under the bed for now, since she's only staying one night and will probably leave tomorrow, so she won't discover anything.

But is it really reasonable to show the most authentic side to outsiders?

"..."

Su Che's mind was in a mess. Because he had too many questions, he unknowingly walked back to the apartment building.

I live in Tianhai City. The apartment complex is a new residential area built ten years ago. It's not old or dilapidated. I rent a room on the 21st floor, which has an elevator.

"call."

Su Che breathed a sigh of relief.

Press the elevator door button.

I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

Everything that happened tonight was too surreal.

To this day, I still can't tell whether I actually went out or whether I actually met a girl.

Do you want to turn back and confirm that she's there?

The weight on my body seemed to provide a clear enough answer.

"Just so you know, my house isn't very big, so I'll put you on the sofa while I tidy up the room first."

Su Che muttered to himself behind him, "Of course, if you're very sleepy and want to go to sleep right away, that's fine too. You can make do with my bed. I can give you my bed and prepare a freshly washed quilt for you, and then you can sleep on the sofa."

The words were spoken, but the girl did not respond.

"Are they completely drunk...?"

Su Che paused for a few moments, then shook his head.

This was truly the first time he had ever seen a landmine-type character get drunk all by himself in this kind of weather.

Since Tianhai City is a large city with its own currency (Tianhai Coin), he, who lives in the city center, occasionally sees many fashionable people passing by.

Landmine style is a recently emerging fashion style that has crossed over from Japan. It is also known as subculture fashion, and the group is simply called "subculture."

Su Che is not a Yabi, but his personality is closer to that of a Yabi than that of an exaggerated Yabi.

Having been to the hospital many times and undergone numerous examinations, I still do not believe what the doctors say.

"Hallucinations are a type of somatization symptom, young man. Your test results clearly state that you need to take medication."

"Doctor, but I am the author. It's a good thing for authors to experience hallucinations; it's an indispensable part of unleashing their imagination. I don't want to lose this ability."

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Similar conversations had taken place countless times, and the chief physician refused to see him again.

Su Che didn't blame the doctor, nor did he expect his condition to improve.

I only hope to finish the final work before surpassing that goal.

[Write your last book with all your might, and you will have no regrets.]

Thoughts flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

He took out his key with one hand and turned the key to open the door.

"This is my home. We're home now."