During the day, Lin Zhi was stuffed into Song Mian’s pocket again, the reason being that he was naked without any clothes.
sigh.
Although Lin Zhi liked pockets, he didn’t want to stay in one for this kind of reason. During that time, he even spotted Song Feng. The moment Song Feng bumped into Song Mian, he nervously shouted “Bro!” and then bolted, running for the hills, completely devoid of his former obsession with Song Mian.
Lin Zhi totally understood Song Feng. Sure enough, he wasn’t the only one who found Song Mian terrifying.
“Song Mian, wait until I revive—then you can look forward to me cutting ties with you!”
Song Mian sneezed and patted the doll’s head in his pocket. “Cursing me?”
The doll stayed still, unmoving.
Once his clothes dried, Song Mian dressed him again. Halfway through dressing, Song Mian suddenly went off the rails again. “Baby, want to elope with me this afternoon?”
No way!
The despairing straight guy no longer bothered refuting the “baby” nickname. Last night… Lin Zhi had heard Song Mian call him “baby” at least dozens of times. And his clothes were soiled from last night, no less.
But the despairing straight guy Lin Zhi still hollered loudly, “What eloping between two guys?!”
“Not talking means you agree by default.”
Damn it!
He was a doll! How was he supposed to talk?!
Lin Zhi sulkily climbed into Song Mian’s car, taking the passenger seat. Because he was so small, the seatbelt hung loose on him. In the smooth city streets, Lin Zhi sat comfortably enough. But when Song Mian drove to who-knows-where and hit bumpy roads, Lin Zhi bounced around on the seat. He even felt like Song Mian had run over a rock—Lin Zhi thought his soul was going to shake right out of him and hurl!
As the jolting got worse, Lin Zhi suddenly stood up. But with unstable footing, he flew off the moment he rose.
Damn it!
Song Mian gripped the steering wheel tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand. He slammed on the brakes. Due to inertia, Lin Zhi shot forward again, the doll smacking against the windshield. Being so light, it didn’t hurt, but it was embarrassing.
Song Mian hurriedly retrieved the doll.
Lin Zhi felt deeply aggrieved. “Bro, watch the doll while you drive!”
Song Mian leaned down and soothingly kissed Lin Zhi. “It’s okay now. Baby, did you just stand up?”
Lin Zhi, about to complain that Song Mian was taking advantage again, instantly froze his soul.
N-no!
And best not to call him baby.
The doll remained motionless. Song Mian stared for a long time before placing Lin Zhi back on the passenger seat. Lin Zhi’s soul widened its eyes—he was in no shape to sit there now!
As his good bro, Song Mian utterly failed to read the soul’s needs inside the doll. The car started up again, and Lin Zhi’s soul was already dizzy in advance. Barely a short drive later, Lin Zhi couldn’t take it anymore!
He shot up again, desperately steadying his balance. Half-crouching, he gripped the seat with both hands and shuffled tiny steps toward Song Mian.
Song Mian’s car slowed dramatically. Lin Zhi frowned. After a few steps, just as he neared Song Mian’s legs, his legs gave out. With Song Mian’s sudden acceleration, Lin Zhi flew once more.
Lin Zhi: “…….”
Song Mian pulled over and picked up the doll from the back seat.
“Baby, it’s okay.” Song Mian leaned down for another soothing kiss.
Lin Zhi got it—Song Mian had probably seen him stand the first time and was deliberately messing with his doll self. Lin Zhi extended his cotton arm, clenched his chubby little fist, and punched Song Mian’s face, which was right there.
To Song Mian, it was like a tickle.
Song Mian let Lin Zhi sit in his palm and rolled down the window for air. “Carsick?”
Lin Zhi made an “OK” gesture with his cotton hand.
Song Mian’s heart stirred. “Dropping the act?”
Lin Zhi couldn’t speak, so he extended thumb and forefinger in a finger-gun pose, meaning he wanted to shoot Song Mian dead. The doll’s unchanging face took on a touch of natural cuteness.
Song Mian instantly pictured the soul inside wrinkling its brow and couldn’t resist kissing the tiny doll again, making Lin Zhi feel wetness on his own body.
Lin Zhi shoved with all his might at Song Mian’s mouth, finally spared by Song Mian’s conscience.
Lin Zhi sat on Song Mian’s lap, stiffly touching Song Mian’s hand. Song Mian offered his palm. Lin Zhi slowly wrote “NO ELOPING” with extreme slowness.
Song Mian’s conscience kicked in, and he explained, “No, just visiting an old acquaintance in the countryside.”
Lin Zhi promptly flopped asleep on Song Mian’s lap, then slightly rolled over. He pointed at the tail behind the doll’s butt and made the finger-gun again, demanding to shoot Song Mian dead.
But that wasn’t enough—the grievances of these past days were too many. He kept “shooting” nonstop.
Song Mian chuckled lightly and scooped up the doll. “Why shoot me? Zhizhi, you enjoyed it too, right?”
Damn it!
Spreading yellow rumors!
Lin Zhi kept shooting Song Mian!
Song Mian murmured lowly, “Baby, you’re so cute. Do you like my new name for you?”
Lin Zhi chose to shoot the Male Lead.
Song Mian stripped off all the doll’s clothes.
Lin Zhi: ???
On the freaking highway!
After undressing the doll, Song Mian stuffed it into his sweater, with the head poking out from the collar. The doll’s fabric skin pressed tight against Song Mian’s flesh. Song Mian glanced down solemnly. “Secured, won’t fly off. It’ll ease the carsickness.”
Lin Zhi muttered inwardly, “After all the shameless things you’ve done to me these past days, do you think I’d still believe you? And why strip my clothes?”
Song Mian seemed to read his mind and added, “Clothes are dirty.”
Lin Zhi fell silent.
Song Mian had always been a neat freak. He actually… No way to argue.
After Song Mian rolled up the window, Lin Zhi stiffly extended the doll’s arm to point at it. Song Mian, ever perceptive, said, “Too windy, you’d blow away.”
Lin Zhi sighed inwardly.
Song Mian’s scorching body heat against the doll made Lin Zhi’s soul restless and hot. The dizziness lessened, but sleep was impossible. Lin Zhi’s pair of bunny ears twitched idly, brushing Song Mian’s chin repeatedly.
Song Mian pulled over not far ahead.
“Bored?”
Lin Zhi: “Yeah!”
He made an “OK” gesture.
Song Mian played some anime Lin Zhi used to watch up front. Lin Zhi turned in the sweater, gripped the collar with both hands, bunny ears drooping peacefully, and obediently watched the screen.
About two hours later, they arrived.
It was a picturesque countryside with two-story duplex houses with yards, wide concrete roads lined with trees on both sides.
Song Mian’s car stopped at the gate of the first house.
The doll’s head lolled slightly over the sweater collar, eyes open but unmoving.
Lin Zhi had fallen asleep.
Song Mian didn’t wake him. He gently lifted Lin Zhi from below and carefully dressed him. The doll stayed still. Song Mian’s pupils shrank slightly, his hands trembling faintly.
“Baby, if you leave, I’ll die and follow you, okay?”
Lin Zhi jolted awake. Upon waking to Song Mian’s crazy ramblings, still groggy, he already extended the doll’s arm to shoot him.
Song Mian just laughed.
Song Mian picked up the doll, shouldered his bag, and headed to the first house. The gate was open; inside was a yard. One side had peach trees, the other a separate building with a chimney—the kitchen!
Lin Zhi vaguely felt it was familiar. He pondered—had he seen a similar scene in some drama?
Under the peach trees, a middle-aged woman washed vegetables. Spotting the visitor at the gate, she stood joyfully, wiping her hands on her apron. “Little Mian? What brings you here at this hour? School on break?”
Song Mian: “Yeah.”
Lin Zhi’s soul yelled instantly, “Bull! You haven’t gone to school in a week!”
The woman’s eyes crinkled happily. “Rest first; room’s cleaned daily. Your uncle’s out transplanting rice seedlings. He’ll bring fish when he returns. What’s that in your arms?”
Her gaze fell on the tiny doll, awkwardly cradled in Song Mian’s hold.
Transplanting rice?
Lin Zhi twitched suddenly, startling the woman.
Song Mian kept a straight face. “Rechargeable smart remote-control doll. I’ll go tell Uncle.”
The woman got it—city high-tech.
“Okay, Auntie’ll make dinner.”
Song Mian set down his bag, doll in arms, and headed to the fields. Lin Zhi buzzed with excitement the whole way! Unable to speak as a doll, he poked Song Mian’s face with his cotton hand. Midway, he wrote on Song Mian’s face: Who are they?
Song Mian’s face felt like it was brushed by a feather. He explained, “After Song Jiancheng cheated and Mom caught him, she sent me to stay in the countryside for a bit. Uncle Jiang and Auntie Jiang took care of me.”
Lin Zhi pitied Song Mian a little, but recalling what Song Mian had done to a mere doll, the pity evaporated.
Song Mian glanced down at the dopey-cute doll and couldn’t resist patting its head.
Ow!
Not painful~~~
“Little System, you’re here too?”
The Romance Survival System had returned from who-knows-where, tagging along.
Its electronic voice brimmed with excitement: [Yes, host! This system’s in a great mood now—the air here’s just too wonderful!]
The system, downcast for days, finally sounded lively.
