Help, I've become a paper man

Chapter 357 Oath

Interesting description, it can help with sleep, sounds like some kind of medicine.

Song Yi asked: "What is this? Why can't I sleep? Does Yan Changyue need this?"

He took advantage of Yan Zhichun's guilt and asked three questions in one breath. He could be impolite, after all, he paid a price...

Yan Zhichun shook his head and lowered his head, as if he was stumped by the question. After hesitating for a few seconds, he explained in a low voice:

"…It's perfume, ordinary perfume. The place where the raw materials were originally grown has been corroded by Purgatory. Plants can no longer grow there. The perfume has been discontinued for a long time."

"There are only a few bottles left, so..."

"Well, you've been to the island dungeon, and you should have seen the residual image of our mother there."

Yan Zhichun sighed and looked up at Song Yi. The expression on his face faded, and he seemed a little calmer. Even his tone was indifferent, as if he had said it many times or thought about it many times.

"To put it simply, this is my mother's perfume, and it smells like my mother."

Then there was silence, an even longer silence. They did not speak again, allowing time to flow slowly between them.

Song Yi asked softly: "So, Yan Changyue often suffers from insomnia? She often needs..."

He stopped here and did not easily say the word "perfume", nor did he ask: What about Yan Changyue, does she often think about her mother?

Because before he uttered a sound, he already knew the answer, which was of course "yes". After all, in the copy, the unrecognizable young master also thought about his mother and cleaning the swimming pool every day.

Yan Zhichun nodded, without explaining or asking further questions, and said:

"You don't know yet, right? You were able to sign the contract because my brother came to you on his own initiative. It's not because you're lucky, nor is it because he's unlucky. It's simply because he came for you."

"I know." Song Yi said.

Yan Zhichun was stunned, but his expression remained unchanged as he continued, "I knew it before he left, but at that time, I thought he would kill you after you met."

At this point, Yan Zhichun changed the subject and said, "I didn't expect... I don't want you to see him. You will kill him."

Song Yi asked: "Why would I be killed?"

Yan Zhichun's lips moved slightly, and he was about to say something, but swallowed it back and said, "...Who knows? Anyway, you two are not suitable. If my brother comes into contact with you, he will die sooner or later."

This was said absolutely. Song Yi did not believe it at first and even sneered at it. But inexplicably, he remembered his previous complaint about the "Riddler" that he was "caught by fate", and a sense of uneasiness arose.

Without waiting for Song Yi to ask again, Yan Zhichun suddenly took a half step back, turned sideways, pointed to the other side of the corridor, and said to Song Yi:

"Forget it, I don't care about you, my brother is in the room, go quickly and don't bother me!"

Yan Zhichun became more and more irritable as he spoke. After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked in the opposite direction, leaving Song Yi behind and no longer worrying about the right and wrong.

Song Yi also turned around, with his back to Yan Zhichun, and walked towards Yan Changyue's room, while he couldn't help muttering.

"Yan Zhichun, it seems like an NPC, he left the stage as soon as he finished his lines."

And he is the player Song Yi. After completing the dialogue task, he has to continue exploring... Thinking of this, Song Yi couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips. His smile slowly faded away after a minute.

It’s not that I’ve laughed enough, it’s that we’ve reached the destination.

There was a room at the end, which was Yan Changyue's room as expected. After Song Yi knocked twice politely, he grabbed the door handle and tried to act impolitely by rushing in and giving Yan Changyue a surprise.

After all, Yan Changyue abandoned him and sent him to Chenxing to play without telling him in advance.

But when I pushed it like this, even without using much force, the door didn't open. It was obvious that it was locked.

Song Yi didn't give up and knocked on the door more than ten times. Seeing that still no one opened it, he still didn't give up and prepared to go find someone to ask for the key.

He had already thought of an excuse. He said that he suspected Yan Changyue was seriously injured and had fainted, so he wanted to go check on her.

But at this moment, he heard faint footsteps, coming from far away, from light to heavy, and approaching towards the door, and the speed was not slow.

It can be preliminarily determined that even if there is an injury, it is not in the leg.

He felt a little relieved and stopped there to wait. After a few seconds, the door slowly opened, revealing the person inside and the unchanged fragrance.

The two people's eyes met, and the moment they looked at each other, regardless of their order of appearance, they both couldn't help but curl up the corners of their lips and smile.

Yan Changyue's voice was also filled with laughter as she said, "You came to see me."

Song Yi replied: "More than that, make way and let me sit in."

After saying this, without waiting for Yan Changyue to refute, he squeezed into the room in two steps, put his arms around the other person's waist, picked her up again, and walked inside, while lifting his legs backwards and closing the door directly.

He wanted to go forward, but Yan Changyue raised her hand, pressed his shoulder, pushed Song Yi back, and signaled to him with her actions "Don't go any further."

If Yan Changyue had used this trick a week ago, Song Yi would have considered it. If he had used it a month ago, Song Yi would have agreed. But if he used it now...

Song Yi turned his head to look at Yan Changyue. While they were looking at each other, he stopped, turned around, took another step forward, and returned to the door.

"I'm recuperating." Yan Changyue reminded.

Upon hearing that, Song Yi lowered his head and put his nose against Yan Changyue to smell the scent on her body. There was indeed a slight smell of blood amidst the citrus scent, but it was not strong.

He said, "It doesn't matter. You won't die. If you are not careful, I will pay for your life. We will die together."

Song Yi became happier and happier as he spoke these unreliable words in a joking manner, and he even laughed out loud. The pressure he had just received from talking with Yan Zhichun began to shake him.

Especially after Yan Changyue said "no", something fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Song Yi raised his hand and lifted Yan Changyue up, and at the same time leaned forward and pressed her against the door panel. Their breathing blended together and their bodies were pressed so closely that they could almost feel each other's warmth through the fabric.

"Didn't you say... that you were willing to sacrifice your life for me? Come on now," he said.

Yan Changyue was dazed for a moment. When Song Yi lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers, she seemed to wake up and chuckled.

"Okay." Yan Changyue replied softly.

As their lips opened and closed, their lips rubbed against each other, and their breathing slowly became heavier, falling on each other's skin, as if covered with a layer of moisture, making the air more moist, making their heartbeats seem distant.

Yan Changyue asked again: "Do you need me to stick out my tongue?"

There was a smile in his voice, and he really laughed out loud. Both of their chests vibrated, and the slight tremors spread to their bodies. Song Yi felt this, and his ears gradually became warmer.

"You really are..." Song Yi just opened his mouth, and he realized from the touch that Yan Changyue's inquiry was more like a notification than a question, and he didn't have time... and he didn't intend to refuse.