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Ji Jue was in a daze, wanting to speak but hesitating.

His whole body was tense.

"Oh, being the innocent boy today, huh? Let me give you a rub~"

Saying this, Wen Wen skillfully squeezed in beside him, opened the mirror cabinet by the sink, and started rummaging through it. After a while, she seemed confused: "Huh? Where's my toothbrush?"

"Huh?"

Ji Jue remained dumbstruck, instinctively responding, "The disposable ones are over there."

"I said, where's my toothbrush?"

Wen Wen furrowed her brow, continuing to search: "Where did you put my toothbrush… put… put it…"

The more she spoke, the more her originally firm voice faltered.

Stuttering.

Gradually falling silent.

"..."

Wen Wen, in a daze, turned to look at him.

Ji Jue was also looking at her.

Equally dazed.

They both watched as those sleep-laden eyes gradually cleared and cleared further until the pupils began to quake slightly.

As if she finally realized what she had done!

As Ji Jue lowered his head, she did too.

They both looked at the hand that was still resting on Ji Jue's butt.

Instantly, it was released with electric shock-like speed!

Only Ji Jue, who had come to his senses, couldn't help but cover his face.

A long sigh.

Sis, what the hell did you dream about!

.

.

Ten minutes later, in the living room, being barely tidied up the couch.

Ji Jue came back with hot water and tea, placing them on the table: "Have a bit to sober up."

Wen Wen was still in a daze, bewildered, her pupils trembling violently.

She stared at her hand.

Ji Jue shrank back a little.

Sis, stop looking, you're scaring me!

In the deadly silence, with only the ticking of the clock, Wen Wen held the gradually warming tea and finally realized: "So, was it all a dream?"

"Yes!"

Ji Jue nodded decisively: "From the day you—no, yesterday when you came to me to drink, when we both blacked out, we'd already been pulled in."

He reminded her: "It's all fake."

Wen Wen remained silent, gazing down at her own embarrassed reflection in the cup, finally letting out a self-deprecating smile: "What a pity, I thought I was living a normal life…"

Ji Jue wanted to speak but hesitated.

"However, thanks to you, I had a good dream." Wen Wen put down the cup, nodding seriously: "Thank you, Ji Jue."

"As I should, as I should."

Ji Jue waved his hand, looking humble, though his lips couldn't help but twitch, and then he heard the sound of cracking knuckles, so crisp.

Like the sound of bones being crushed, it made him stiffen in place.

Dazed, he looked up.

He saw Wen Wen's eyes looking at him with a smile yet not a smile: "So, you're ready, right?"

"..."

Ji Jue began to sweat.

Between running away, begging for mercy, and arguing, he chose to surrender, raising his hands, "Have mercy, don't hit the face."

But it was too late.

The collar was already grabbed, yanked over, and immediately, a clenched fist swung down towards his face without restraint.

In the fierce wind rushing at him, Ji Jue closed his eyes, gritting his teeth.

Yet the expected impact didn't come.

In the silence, his eyelids twitched a little, wanting to open them, but a slightly trembling hand covered them.

Then, accompanied by a light breath, a soft touch landed on his lips again.

So awkward and indescribably clumsy.

Slightly rigid.

Filled with the last ounces of courage accumulated after countless inner encouragements.

To the extent that, it was a bit too forceful.

Ah, hit a tooth.

"..."

Ji Jue stiffened, instinctively turning his head, guided by an artisan's instinct, subconsciously savoring a familiar scent.

Until he was released again.

After coming to his senses, Wen Wen stiffly pushed him away, avoiding his gaze, but couldn't hide her already reddened cheeks.

Ji Jue raised his hand to touch his lips and found a cut.

Emmmm…

He hesitated, wanting to confirm: Does this count as a round?

But sensing Wen Wen's reasoning was on the edge, he didn't dare to ask and just pretended to look elsewhere.

"It's… weird."

Wen Wen rubbed her fingers, looking elsewhere, stammering: "Well… the book says it should taste like jelly, isn't it supposed to be sweet?

Why is it a bit bitter, hmm, a bit sour."

"..."

Ji Jue sighed, "Isn't there a possibility that it's because I was forced to drink? And you drank several cases?"

Wen Wen: "..."

Ji Jue: "..."

In the brief silent stare-down, her fingers twisted and twisted, rubbed and rubbed, and finally, suddenly pointed to the bathroom: "Go brush your teeth."

"Already brushed."

"Brush again."

Wen Wen paused, taking a deep breath, trying hard to appear serious, but first lowering her head: "After brushing… then… then we'll… do it again."

Ji Jue looked at her, shocked.

She looked back at Ji Jue, but avoided his gaze again.

Clearly wanting to retreat, yet not retreating at all.

She was serious.

Ji Jue took a deep breath, supporting his knees, and without hesitation, walked towards the bathroom.

To brush teeth!

The monitor showed that as soon as Ji Jue entered the bathroom, a certain Miss Wen, who wished to remain unnamed, was already rolling on the sofa, covering her face, letting out silent screams, tossing and turning.

Then, after getting up, she rushed to the door, wanting to escape.

But after gripping the doorknob, she jolted back as if shocked, lowered her head, and shuffled step by step back to the sofa, then suddenly got up and rushed to the door again.

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