Chapter 78 Part 2

As he ate, he heard someone passing by outside, chatting a few words with Mo Heng.

“Why’s Little Mo standing at your own door?”

“I made the wife mad inside and got kicked out.”

The person laughed. “Oh, you two are having a lovers’ spat? Your one’s so pretty—shouldn’t you coax them properly instead of making them angry?”

Mo Heng humbly listened to the elder. “You’re right.”

Zhong Nian pursed his lips and ignored it, continuing to eat.

After finishing, he stood up and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already 1:30 p.m.—Mo Heng had gone to work and come back.

But he still felt sleepy.

He couldn’t even remember what time they’d fallen asleep last night. Several times, he’d dozed off in a daze only to be woken again. He couldn’t fathom where a nine-to-five worker got the energy.

The bathroom lights were bright, revealing his pale skin and the vivid red marks without mercy.

After a night of torment, the skin on his inner thighs was broken. It had been medicated and felt cool, no pain, but terribly sore—they wouldn’t close.

Zhong Nian felt a wave of lingering fear.

Last night, he’d cried hard enough to make the man show mercy and not go all the way. But even this level was terrifying.

Zhong Nian recalled in the previous Game Dungeon how the Octopus Demon had bullied him—its long tentacles so elastic, able to extend, contract, and change shape. They were extremely advantageous and flexible weapons. Humans couldn’t do that; they just got bigger.

It really was a vicious tool… He really wanted to chop it off.

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After watching Mo Heng’s figure leave the Apartment from upstairs, Zhong Nian immediately turned around and searched the room for every last box, filling more than half a large bag.

It took a while, and with his waist and legs still sore, he grew tired. He ate the remaining little cookies from the jar to regain some strength, tied the black bag shut, and took it downstairs to throw away.

Feeling nervous about the shameful contents, he hugged it tightly to his chest, taking hurried steps, eager to make the damned boxes vanish immediately.

The elevator was empty. He breathed a secret sigh of relief, stepped in, pressed the first floor, and hit close.

Just as the doors were about to shut, a large hand forced its way into the gap, shoving them back open.

Slowly, a figure taller than seemed humanly possible emerged from behind the doors. Even hunching and bowing his head, he nearly touched the ceiling. His sheer size was overwhelmingly intimidating, not to mention the dark aura radiating from him—his sudden appearance made one’s heart race in fright.

Zhong Nian instinctively retreated a few steps into the elevator corner, staring in surprise at the person who walked in.

He’d gone out…

From what he’d learned at Jiang Jingyun’s, he had some understanding of the person in 1604. He knew there was no real danger—just an extremely introverted personality.

Zhong Nian figured he’d just ignore him from now on, not pay too much mind. After a while, once the curiosity about the new resident faded, the peeping would stop.

He hadn’t expected to run into him going out today.

Putting aside his surprise, his gaze shifted down to the tall neighbor’s garbage bag in hand. He understood.

So he was going to throw out trash too… But wasn’t it supposed to be only at six in the morning?

Unlike their previous encounters, up close, Zhong Nian better appreciated his stature. Among ordinary people, it was overwhelmingly superior—just standing there inspired awe. Yet his personality was the complete opposite.

From entering the elevator, he’d kept his head down, standing by the metal door at the farthest spot from Zhong Nian, not daring any other movement.

After about ten seconds, the doors closed automatically.

In the elevator with just the two of them, it was so quiet only the hum of operation could be heard. Despite one person’s exceptional size, it didn’t feel cramped.

“…”

Both stayed silent, the air thinning.

A faint sweet fragrance slowly permeated, filling the space.

No need to turn—through the spotless metal door, he could see the youth in the corner.

In contrast, he looked even more slender, hugging a large black plastic bag, shoulders slightly hunched, wearing a small collared shirt. But from a high enough angle, one could glimpse his delicate collarbones, beautifully sculpted like jade polished by an artist’s hand, stamped with deep red seals.

Higher still, beneath soft hair, a palm-sized face with features both lushly vibrant and innocently pure.

His downcast eyes and brows had an innate soul-stealing allure, while his nose tip and mouth formed cute, rounded lines. His nose and cheeks naturally flushed pink, those lips overly red.

Like a fruit toyed with repeatedly in someone’s hands—skin wrinkled, flesh mushy, crimson juices spilling out…

Anyone experienced would guess what he’d endured just from that aura of soft, weary languor.

Gulp.

Abruptly, in the pin-drop silence of the elevator, came the sound of swallowing.

Zhong Nian puzzledly lifted his gaze but before he could make sense of it, the doors opened.

By position, he should follow behind the tall man, but after waiting a while, the one blocking the door didn’t move, just stood there dazed.

His hair was long, head buried low—no way to discern his expression or where he was looking.

Zhong Nian tried stepping forward as a hint, but saw no movement. He watched helplessly as the doors dinged shut again.

“…”

Zhong Nian pressed to reopen, planning to slip past quietly. But the other’s bulk was truly massive, like a mountain—impossible to go around.

No choice, he spoke up. “Um… aren’t you getting out?”

Zhong Nian swore his voice was soft and light, but the tall neighbor jolted as if startled, then bolted out at top speed.

“…?”

Zhong Nian watched the man flee in panic, stunned for a moment before slowly exiting the elevator.

He’d scared him again, just like last time.

This neighbor really had extreme social anxiety.

Recalling the reaction, Zhong Nian found it amusing.

It was novel for him—no one had ever been so afraid upon seeing him.

After all, with a rabbit’s appearance, he always looked easy to bully. Suddenly scaring someone beast-like felt kinda good, honestly.