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Chapter 801: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (14)

Song Yuesheng's soul floated in the air, wonderingly admiring Si Shu's overwhelming confession.

She could count on one hand the number of times she had met him.

It's not Xu Yanheng who is always hanging around in front of her.

Where does Si Shu’s…deep affection for her come from?

Cried?

Song Yuesheng floated over and touched his face in confusion.

Not right.

Something is really, really wrong.

Was he also bewitched by his rival?

At this moment, Si Shu seemed to have sensed something and suddenly looked in the direction of her soul: "Song Yuesheng, have you not been captured by the Black and White Impermanence yet?"

"Did you accidentally take some poison? You know you won't live long, so you're so reckless in seducing me? You're so damn happy, leaving me alone. How could there be such a bad woman like you!"

"You are so vain and always looking at the pot with your mouth full. I must have been poisoned to fall for a woman like you!"

"The evil can live for a thousand years, even Daji can live that long, why can't you..."

Song Yuesheng: "..."

He must have something seriously wrong with his brain.

After listening for a while, she felt her ears were disturbed and her mind drifted away to other places.

The entire clubhouse can be floated.

It's painful to leave.

I have almost figured out the space, but as for time… I felt sleepy after floating for two hours last night, so I’ll try again now.

The lights on the dance floor on the fifth floor were dim.

Song Yuesheng listened to a few socialites gossiping about a director for more than half an hour, and suddenly felt a piercing chill.

“Can the soul also be cold?” She lowered her head in confusion.

To be on the safe side, she floated back quickly.

When passing through the third-floor ceiling, Song Yuesheng happened to see Si Shu's assistant and the doctor rushing in. Their white coats were particularly dazzling under the lights in the corridor.

"Are they going to cremate him directly?" She said anxiously, "I haven't seen Shen Zhirang die yet!"

But when Song Yuesheng rushed back to the suite, there were only messy bed sheets and the forgotten tie, proving that there had been an absurd confrontation here.

What about her body?

Where did that big body go?

Song Yuesheng floated around the room and suddenly heard a sound and rushed to the bathroom.

In the mirror, Si Shu was sitting in the bathtub holding her "corpse". The warm water flowed over her pale skin, and his fingers carefully combed her long hair, as if he was treating some fragile treasure.

"Wake up..." His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, "Please..."

This picture looks so weird.

——Who would treat a "corpse" as a lover?

The moment Song Yuesheng's soul returned to his body, the first thing he said was: "Are you sick?"

Si Shu's pupils suddenly contracted and his arms tightened violently, as if he was afraid that she would turn into foam and disappear.

The next second, he lowered his head and bit her shoulder hard. The pain of his teeth sinking into her skin made Song Yuesheng gasp.

"Hiss—" Song Yuesheng hit him hard on the chest with her elbow, and broke free from his embrace amidst the splashing water. The moment the bath towel wrapped around her body, a deep laugh came from behind her.

Song Yuesheng looked through the foggy mirror and saw Si Shu standing up slowly. Water drops slid down his tight jawline. He picked up the towel and wrapped his arms around her from behind, stroking the beating pulse on the side of her neck with his fingertips.

"Next time you pretend to be dead and make me worry..." he whispered in her ear. The mirror reflected his slender fingers slowly tightening, "I will kill you first, and then I will kill myself."

The assistant's knock on the door broke the eerie atmosphere: "Sir, the emergency doctor is here."

Si Shu wiped her wet hair as if nothing had happened: "Let's go to the hospital for a thorough checkup first."

Song Yuesheng's eyes turned cold instantly.

She turned and poked him in the chest: "Unless I die and you take my body with you, you will never go to the hospital."

"Song Yuesheng!" Si Shu suddenly carried her onto the marble countertop. "Will you die if you don't mention the word 'death'?"

All the swear words I had given up since I met her have returned.

This woman just doesn't take it seriously!

"Oh." She closed her eyes calmly, and her soul began to leave her body.

This was her first time to have out-of-body experiences repeatedly in a short period of time, and she didn't know if there would be any side effects.

Forget it.

Even if I die, I will accept my fate.

Anyway, there was no way she could set foot in the hospital.

Si Shu watched her body collapse again, his heart almost stopping. He grabbed the back of her head and said, "Fuck! If you don't want to go, then don't go!"

Outside the door, the assistant was still urging him. Si Shu angrily shouted, "She's not dead! Get the doctor out!"

When the footsteps faded away, Song Yuesheng's soul returned to its place.

She opened her eyes and looked into her boss's scarlet eyes: "Can you find a better excuse to lie to me next time? Who hasn't been to the hospital when they were sick?"

"I have been seeing a Chinese doctor." Song Yuesheng turned his face away.

Si Shu suddenly understood why she was close to Xu Yanheng.

It’s like a package… what the hell!

He ripped open his collar in annoyance: "If you follow me, you have to be loyal. Be it Shen Zhirang or Xu Yanheng, you are not allowed to see anyone else!"

Song Yuesheng raised her eyes, and drops of water fell from her eyelashes: "When did I say I wanted to follow you?"

"First of all, my relationship with them is not what you think. Secondly, my relationship with you should only be a one-night stand."

"One-night stand?" Si Shu laughed in anger and grabbed her waist, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"It's a fair trade." Song Yuesheng's tone was calm, as if he was talking about something unimportant. "I give my body, and you give me what I want."

"roll!"

Si Shu suddenly let go of her hand, his chest heaving violently. How could she be so calm after messing up his entire world?

Looking at her back as she turned around without hesitation, Si Shu suddenly fell to his knees.

The cold marble floor sent a biting chill through his trousers. He clutched his shirt tightly around his chest, and his breathing seemed to be choked by something.

The book says that "liking" is a sweet feeling without reason. When you meet that person, you will feel happy in your heart even without saying anything.

But the person he met happened to be Song Yuesheng.

How can there be sweetness if you only taste the bitterness?

The mirror reflected his disheveled appearance—damp and disheveled hair, red eyes, not a trace of the dignity of the second young master of the Si family.

What's even more ridiculous is that he actually became the kind of person he despised the most, like a pathetic third party.

The memory flashed back to that day in the cafe. The scene of Shen Zhirang stroking her hair made Si Shu's eyes bloodshot, and jealousy gnawed at her reason like a poisonous snake.

He unconsciously stroked the edge of the bathtub. The chains, the shackles, the dark room...

Countless crazy thoughts flashed through my mind.

"Ah……"

He suddenly laughed softly, and his laughter seemed particularly creepy in the empty bathroom.

It wasn't until the remaining water drops in the bathroom dripped onto the back of Si Shu's hand that the coolness suddenly woke him up.

wrong!

Song Yuesheng’s “fake death” is so weird.

How could a normal person stop breathing for more than 40 minutes?

There is no reaction even when the water temperature turns cold?

Si Shu staggered to his feet, leaving dark marks on the expensive carpet. His fingertips were still shaking uncontrollably as he grabbed the phone on the bedside table.

"What's wrong, Si Shu? Is there something urgent that you called so early?"

He pursed his lips, his voice was hoarse, "Brother, how did you pursue my sister-in-law back then?"

There was a chuckle from the other end of the phone: "Finally got it? Mom and Dad know they should be relieved..."

Si Shu listened absentmindedly, his eyes fixed on the bathroom door.

He originally wanted to borrow the laboratory from his eldest brother and find a few trusted people to check it out, but when he thought of the scene where Song Yuesheng might be tied to the laboratory table, his chest hurt even more.

It suffocated him more than her indifference to him.

Outside the window, the darkness before dawn is thickest.

Si Shu looked at the unfamiliar self in the mirror and suddenly realized——

He's done.