At eleven o'clock at night, neither of them had slept because they had to set up their stall.

With the proficiency of administering the oral spray, Si Nian helped Jin Wuduan apply medicine. He noticed that Jin Wuduan was holding an unopened condom and playing with it. Grimacing in pain, Jin Wuduan simultaneously asked in a garbled manner.

What day is it today?

This question seemed to come up inexplicably every now and then for Jing.

It has been four days.

Sinian held up a finger and wiggled it, offering the same answer.

"In one more hour, it will be five days."

Jin Wuduan leaned tiredly against Sinian, resting his chin on Sinian's shoulder. His hands circled around Sinian's waist from behind as he softly asked, "When will things get better? What should I do to have you?"

Someone disregarded the current state of their relationship with Siniang, which was nothing, and shamelessly automatically switched their relationship to a husband and wife mode.

I want to have a harmonious time with my own wife.

Jin Wuduan's voice, soft and ambiguous, leaned closely to Siniang's ear, seeking pleasure from him.

The taste of Chinese herbal medicine wafted in the air, catching Si Nian's breath for a brief moment.

The hot patch on his back and the suggestive caress on his legs were like entwining fire dragons, scorching him...

It's a bit cold.

"Si Nian?" Jin Wuduan extended his hand to hook under the chin of the person in his embrace, causing them to tilt their head slightly towards him. Their noses brushed against each other, their breaths merging together.

Slippery and wet, the tip of the tongue was drenched in a transparent liquid that formed countless intricate threads.

The atmosphere, lighting, etc. are all in place.

Even after tossing and turning in bed, the person in their arms kept their eyes open. They neither felt the bitterness of the medicine in his mouth, nor had any reaction to his kiss.

Jin Wuduan took a quick breath and wiped away the drool that had lingered at the corner of his mouth. His voice sounded slightly hoarse as he exclaimed, "Why is there no response? Is my technique that terrible? This shouldn't be happening!"

He finished speaking and kissed her with some doubt, this time without closing his eyes.

Si Nian's face turned slightly red, his eyes darting around like a little animal, filled with a mix of shyness and confusion. He had many emotions, just not the same as Jin Wuduan's...

Stirred emotions.

Jin Wuduan was a little confused. How could the person who had been so devoted to him in his past life be so indifferent towards him now?

I just felt so defeated.

Has the present Si Nian not fallen in love with me yet?

How else do you explain why he's confused and infatuated for so long without any response?

Jin Wuduan's expression quickly turned cold, visible to the naked eye. Sinen sensitively perceived his displeasure and quickly reached out to hold onto that spot.

Sure! Here's the translation: "It was as hard as something, and even through the pants, one could feel the scorching heat."

Subconsciously, Sinian lowered his head, only to have his chin pinched before he could come closer.

"What are you doing?"

Jin Wuduan couldn't quite remember how he had oppressed people like this. He wondered, "Are you sick? Are you in a hurry to be bullied by others?"

With a sigh, Sīnián looked up, confused about what to do next.

In the past, when he couldn't satisfy this person, Jin Wuduan would always find other ways to help him.

At first, I used my hands, but later I used my mouth.

Siniang liked him in her heart and was not opposed to these matters. However, Jinyin's temperament was not good; she would easily become impatient.

He dislikes him for being dumb, for his lack of skill, for being boring, and for not knowing how to take care of others.

Although he doesn't go as far as losing his temper and resorting to violence, occasionally he does say hurtful words.

The most unacceptable thing was when Siniang accidentally caused Jingwuduan's mouth to ache while giving him oral pleasure. He got angry and said, "I should really throw you into the kiln and teach you how to properly serve someone."

Si Nian didn't know what he was saying.

They were tangled up in confusion to such an extent. Si Nian didn't dare to hope that he would treat himself gently and considerately, but he never expected that Jin Wuduan wouldn't take him seriously at all.

"If there was somewhere else to go, do you think I would willingly see you, this mute person, every day?"

Jin Wuduan's words in Siniang's Diary made it clear that he only regarded this place as a temporary refuge.

Fearful of his departure, I unconsciously accommodated him.

Jin Wuduan does not oppress Siniian.

He oppressed himself.

Si Nian lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong.

He didn't know what to do or how to make Jin Wuduan like him even just a little bit.

He could only stay like this, waiting for Jin Wuduan to scold him as usual, calling him a fool, calling him stupid.

The pointer on the wall goes tick-tock, swinging and swaying around in a circle.

Sini felt her body being embraced by someone again, and a soft sigh reached her ears.

There were no impatient complaints, nor familiar curses. All there was, was a light and cool kiss, accompanied by an apologetic sentence...

"I'm sorry."