CHAPTER 76: CHAPTER 76 ALLEGORY

"Not the guest room, it’s my room."

Seeming to notice the boy’s confusion, Bai Su explained leisurely, "I’ve remodeled all the other rooms, only the two master bedrooms are left unused."

Then one for him to live in, and one for Jiang Gujun.

Rong Zhi frowned, not wanting to go in after knowing it was Bai Su’s room.

Bai Su’s peach blossom eyes reflected a glimmer, his deep and pleasant voice teased with laughter, "Little brother, are you shy?"

Rong Zhi had a look of seeing an idiot, "Do you think I seem like it?"

Bai Su drawled lazily, "Then is little brother afraid I’ll eat you up? Hmm... If little brother is willing, I wouldn’t refuse."

Rong Zhi: "..."

Can you be normal?

Bai Su wasn’t annoyed by the straightforward rejection, he chuckled lightly and didn’t say more, his pronounced hands attempted to poke the boy’s cheek but she deftly avoided it.

Bai Su’s fingertips curled slightly, he sighed regretfully, "Not even a pinch?"

Rong Zhi expressionless: "...Scram."

Bai Su raised his brows lightly, his handsome and affectionate face displayed a hurt expression, looking both innocent and pitiful.

Indeed, they’ve gotten familiar, now she dares to be fierce with him.

Rong Zhi turned directly and went inside, with all this fuss, her internal resistance lessened a lot, and she leisurely examined the bathroom layout after entering.

The bathtub and shower were separated, clean and tidy.

Behind her, Bai Su was unfazed by being ignored, he composed his expression, watching Rong Zhi’s back until she turned into the bathroom, then he went downstairs.

...

Rong Zhi took off the blood-stained clothes and accessories, throwing them into the dirty laundry basket.

The bathroom was at a suitable temperature, not cold, and without the covering of clothes, her body exposed to the air was a very pale white, due to secondary development, a certain area was now quite prominent, fortunately, her usual clothes were loose, otherwise, her identity would have been revealed long ago.

She frowned.

Better find an opportunity to talk to the old man.

Following downward, a perfectly defined mermaid line was presented, with hints of abs nearby, the waist and abdomen were tight and firm, beautifully tempting one to reach out and touch to see how it feels.

Rong Zhi turned on the shower, hot water poured down from the showerhead, sliding over her sparse brows and eyes, flowing to her back.

A very hideous scar lay across the lower back, like a beast’s claws tearing through this perfect picture, terrifying and cruel.

Half an hour later, she got dressed and walked out of the bathroom, her hair a little wet, going downstairs to ask Bai Su if there were any towels.

In the Chinese-style decor, even the living room sofa was made of yellow pear wood, with soft cushions on top, a man wearing a black shirt sat on the sofa, one hand against his forehead, another casually playing with his phone.

Hearing the light footsteps, Bai Su looked up.

Only to see the boy casually walking down the stairs, wearing a slightly loose white shirt, with two buttons undone at the collar, exposing half of a delicate collarbone, making one’s mouth suddenly dry.

The rest tucked into jeans, a slim waist, a pair of legs straight and long, thigh and waistband connected with a leg ring, sparking infinite imagination.

The boy’s refined features nearly enchanting, posture languid, expression aloof, both cold and tempting.

Bai Su stared at the boy’s shirt, thinking, a bit too large, next time, make a smaller one to give her.

Then, a word unexpectedly popped into his mind.

What do those young girls like to call this style again?

Oh, abstinence.

But—

"Jiang Gujun, what kind of pants are these?" Bai Su kicked a certain someone playing poker beside him.

Jiang Gujun, startled by the attack, shook his hand and hit the wrong card, taking out a single card, and held back the exclamation ’Damn’, but was shocked by Bai Su’s deep gaze, suddenly shivering.

"What pants?" He looked up, confused, "Aren’t they just jeans, what else can they be..."

"Damn!"

This ’Damn’ finally slipped out.

Jiang Gujun, facing Bai Su’s skin-stripping look, quivering lips nearly crying, "I don’t know! I didn’t see the leg ring when I bought them!"

Hell, if he had known these pants were this, this special, he wouldn’t have bought them!

Rong Zhi naturally knew what was different on her legs, but she wasn’t embarrassed, the embarrassed ones were the others, so she calmly looked at Bai Su and asked softly, "Do you have a towel?"

Bai Su’s voice was slightly low, carrying a hint of laughter as he stood up, "Yes."

Rong Zhi nodded, Bai Su kicked Jiang Gujun again, speaking coldly, "Didn’t you hear? Go get a towel."

Jiang Gujun: "?????"

Speak properly, don’t kick people!!

While Rong Zhi was drying her hair, Bai Su found a hairdryer somewhere, "Do you want me to blow-dry your hair?"

"No need." Rong Zhi dried her hair tips, slightly furrowing eyebrows.

Too long, needs trimming.

But remembering she promised He Songzhi not to cut her hair, she let go of the idea, deciding to buy a hair tie to tie it up instead.

She was about to place the wet towel on her lap when a calloused hand opened under her eyes, with a black hair tie lying politely on its palm.

"Give me the towel," Bai Su hooked the hair tie on his fingertip, "I heard you say in the ward last time that you wouldn’t cut your hair, so today when I passed by a jewelry store, I bought it, thinking you might use it."

Rong Zhi lowered her gaze, slightly surprised by his thoughtfulness.

She had just casually mentioned it, yet he remembered it.

She thanked him and took the hair tie, placing the towel in his hand, Rong Zhi casually twisted her hair tips into a small bun at the back of her head.

Bai Su squinted his eyes, looking at the boy’s aloof demeanor and the bun that didn’t match the aura at all, suddenly feeling a subtle and cute contrast emerge from the boy.

With her hair tied up, Rong Zhi went to clean her bracelet.

Jiang Gujun had lost a few rounds of poker, lost all his chips, wailed for a while, then got kicked aside by Bai Su, fumbled back seeing Rong Zhi fiddling with two pieces of jewelry entirely different in style, he voiced out curiously, "Mr. Rong, do you believe in Buddha?"

"Not really," Rong Zhi wound the Buddha Hand Bracelet back onto her left hand, speaking slowly, "Buddha is in my heart, believing in myself is also believing in Buddha."

She didn’t believe in Buddha, only herself.

The boy’s tone was lighthearted, but the defiant implication in the words left Jiang Gujun dumbfounded.

Believing in Buddha can be interpreted this way??

He was speechless for a while, trying to use another item to relieve the atmosphere, "Then what about this? A sports bracelet?"

Rong Zhi raised her brows and spoke the truth, "It’s not that, it’s actually a dagger, Bai Su has seen it."

Jiang Gujun: "Mr. Su?"

Bai Su was also quite curious about the boy’s intention behind both items, he nodded, then continued, "You wear both these on each hand, do they have some meaning?"

"Self-defense," Rong Zhi fastened the cleaned bracelet, "Daggers, they’re for killing."

And the Buddha Hand Bracelet, for waking up.

Her left hand held He Songzhi’s high hopes for her, a commitment to living under the sun; while her right hand was the instrument of evil thoughts, used for decisive revenge.

One thought to Heaven, one thought to Hell.

She wasn’t a good person, but not an absolute villain either.

But no one had the right to judge her actions, except herself.

Just like what her name represented, standing at the boundary between dark and light, feeling the tug of flesh and soul clearly, undertaking self-judgement.

Bai Su’s brows furrowed slightly.

Feeling somewhat distressed, really distressed.