Give a Kiss to Paranoid Men [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 20.2

Ji Ting looked at the ornaments on the ceiling for a long time in silence, then peeled the quilt off her. She checked her skin for any new marks, but no new marks had appeared, and the previous marks had almost disappeared. She remembered everything in her dream and there was a trace of uncertainty in her eyes.

Yesterday's drowsiness came too suddenly, and there was that strange dream she had. Although she couldn't see the face of that person, she was quite sure that it was Shen Tuchuan.

Maybe she was over-thinking things. Ji Ting rubbed her eyes and left the matter behind.

For the next few days, Shen Tuchuan did not go to work, opting to spend time at home with her throughout the day. Several times, Ji Ting couldn't help but ask, but everytime he had the same response, always along the lines of , "I normally work from home, unless something important happened in the company."

The two lived lazily, and time passed quickly. After a week, Ji Ting returned the insect repellent to Shen Tuchuan.

"This is not useful at all. Where are the mosquito nets? I'll hang those instead." Fortunately, she was only afraid of ghosts, not insects, otherwise she would have gone crazy due to the recent bite marks.

Shen Tuchuan put down the book and glanced at her slowly: "I've been living here for so long but the insects were never so active, why are you always getting bitten?"

"How would I know?" Ji Ting was quite helpless, sitting next to him to eat snacks, "If those insect bites were painful instead of itchy, I would've wiped them all out, even if it meant digging three feet down. If you love being so clean, why don't you clean up the bugs."

"There is a forest not far from here. There are more insects over there. If I could clean that up, it would have been done a long time ago." Shen Tuchuan took off his glasses and squeezed his nose. "Let's go play some games."

Ji Ting paused for a moment and her voice was a little quieter: "I'm tired of playing games all day."

Shen Tuchuan looked up: "Do you have anything else you want to do?"

"Let's go for a walk." Ji Ting hurriedly said. Ever since she had entered the villa, she hadn't stepped outside. If Shen Tuchuan lived like this before she came, it wasn't hard to understand why he would be unhappy.

What type of happiness could be found in such a house void of fun.

Shen Tuchuan was silent for a moment, and the corner of his mouth raised a shallow arc: "Okay, although my leg hurts a little, I will still go out on a walk with you."

"Your leg hurts? Did you exert yourself too much in the past two days?" Ji Ting asked worriedly. She still did occasionally hear movements upstairs these days, but every time it was either late at night or early in the morning, and she was too sleepy to open her eyes. She didn't care much about the sound. But, now that she thought about it, it must be the reason why his leg hurts.

Shen Tuchuan nodded: "Maybe. There is too much debris upstairs, I can't finish it in a short time."

"Wait, you rest, I'll clean up here." Ji Ting proposed, temporarily forgetting about her plans to go on a walk.

Shen Tuchuan looked at her with black eyes like a sea without wind in the middle of the night. After a while, he chuckled: "No it's fine, I'll clean it myself."

"......All right, but take it easy in the future, don't over exert yourself." Ji Ting compromised.

After interacting with him these days, she faintly realised that Shen Tuchuan didn't want her to go to the fifth floor, which could be seen every time he carefully collected the keys. Although Ji Ting became more and more curious about the fifth floor, in order to respect his privacy, she still didn't go check it even after thinking about it.

Anyways, it was enough for her to know that he wasn't hiding a corpse up there.

Ji Ting realized how low her bottom line was now, and couldn't help but laugh.

Shen Tuchuan glanced at her: "What's so funny?"

"Ah, it's nothing," Ji Ting's eyes curved, "I don't want to play games, let's go watch some movies."

"Ok."

In the blink of an eye it was night. Ji Ting went to Shen Tuchuan's room as before, waiting for him to make a cup of tea. When he was done making it she took a cup, sitting on the sofa and drinking slowly.

"Isn't it a bit early to drink this warm-up tea? The weather hasn't turned cold yet." Ji Ting asked as she drank the whole cup.

Shen Tuchuan took the cup, washed it in the sink, and slowly lowered his eyes: "Winter diseases are cured in summer, the sooner one nourishes their body, the better health."

"Okay. Your thinking is getting more and more old-fashioned. But there really is something a bit wrong with me recently. Every night around 9 o'clock, I suddenly get really tired. It's like an alarm clock." Ji Ting smiled. She got up and went next to him to watch him wash the cup, and suddenly noticed that most of the tea was still left in the teapot.

It seemed like this every time. He would brew a pot of tea, but in the end would pour out more than he drank, and every time she was the only one who drank. Although Shen Tuchuan would pour two cups, he didn't touch any of it.

"It must be that your internal clock has formed, isn't it a good thing?"

Ji Ting's eyes flickered, and after a moment she smiled: "Yeah, you're right, it's good to go to bed early and get up early." As she spoke, the familiar sleepiness struck again. She yawned and her eyes began to dim.

"Go to bed, see you tomorrow." Shen Tuchuan said gently.

Ji Ting nodded, turned lazily and walked out of the door. After passing by the black mirror on Shen Tuchuan's wall, she paused and quickly skipped over. Maybe her aura was just incompatible with the magnetic field of this mirror. She felt weird every time she passed by.

She went back to her room and fell asleep. She soon fell into a dark sweet dream. She didn't know how long it was, but then she heard the sound of heavy objects falling upstairs again. She slept very badly, but when she heard this sound, she briefly woke up, and she could hear how much movement there was.

Ji Ting's eyelids moved, but failed to open. She vaguely thought that tomorrow she had to ask him what he was doing to clean up every day.

Thinking about it, she fell asleep again, and it didn't take long for her to feel that familiar sense of oppression. There were dull breathing sounds in her ears, as if the person was trying to restrain something. Ji Ting's fingertips twitched, and then she knew nothing.