RSDH CH39

Just imagining the wonderful scene wrapped under the curtain, Cheng Duzhou felt like his whole body was on fire. His movements were surprisingly agile; using a bit of brute force, he pulled Duan Xingye out from behind the curtain.

The curtain tugged at the narrow waist under the school uniform, spinning a circle, and Duan Xingye threw himself into Cheng Duzhou’s arms.

He hurriedly braced against the man’s chest to stand firm, keeping his head down. Having rolled in the curtain, his hair messily blocked his face, but it couldn’t block his blushing cheeks.

Duan Xingye was truly embarrassed. He felt standing in front of Cheng Duzhou at this moment was a hundred times more embarrassing than being exposed to the public on stage during the day.

He imagined himself elegant and calm, wearing the uniform and lying on the sofa waiting for Cheng Duzhou. Then when Cheng Duzhou came in, he would tease him with a playful mood, enjoying the obsessed look in his eyes, which would give him a pleasurable sense of victory.

But the reality was that he messed up because he didn’t count on other people coming upstairs. Although it was a false alarm, his reaction on the spot was disgraceful enough. If Cheng Duzhou knew he intended to seduce but failed and fled in panic to hide behind the curtain instead, he would definitely be laughed to death.

Duan Xingye only focused on hanging his head in embarrassment, so he didn’t notice Cheng Duzhou’s staring gaze, and his throat that kept tightening despite swallowing countless times.

He saw Duan Xingye wearing the female school uniform from the day. The clothes were rubbed messy. The collar bound by the tie was wrinkled, high on one side and low on the other, revealing a patch of red on his fair neck. The loose white shirt was also wrinkled. Below, the dark plaid skirt cinched his flexible waist. The hem seemed deliberately pulled up, only reaching the middle of his thighs, revealing all the gleaming white legs below.

Duan Xingye’s skin was white without color difference. His legs seemed carved from jade. Because his thighs were round, they had a soft, fleshy feel. Further down, the lines were straight and smooth, calves especially slender and tight. He wasn’t wearing socks or shoes, revealing crystal-like exquisite ankles. His beautifully shaped feet stepped on the floor, seemingly sensing the overly hot gaze; ten rounded toes gripped the floor uncomfortably, joints moving.

As pure as pure could be.

Cheng Duzhou’s heart beat wildly, even more than when he saw Duan Xingye in the dressing room during the day. Realizing it was just the two of them here and for the whole night, a hot impulse was added.

But Cheng Duzhou was used to being a gentleman and couldn’t do things too hastily. He restrainedly withdrew his gaze, brushed away the messy hair on Duan Xingye’s face, smoothed it, and cupped his flushed face with both hands, only feeling extremely cute.

“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t wear it?” As soon as he opened his mouth, his rough, gravelly voice exposed his thoughts.

Duan Xingye’s face was fixed, eyes darting around in shame, but his mouth was still tough: “None of your business. I saw it before showering, tried it on, so what? Besides, what are you pretending for? If you hadn’t brought the clothes back, could I have worn them?”

Duan Xingye’s logic was unreasonably robber-like, as if all the trouble started from Cheng Duzhou bringing the uniform back.

But Cheng Duzhou took the blame willingly at this moment, unable to hide the heat in his eyes, asking in a low voice: “Who did you wear it for?”

Duan Xingye’s face was hot enough to be cooked. He bit the bullet and said, “Wore it for myself to see. Could I wear it for you? Who told you to come back suddenly?”

Cheng Duzhou also felt he was delusional. But thinking of Duan Xingye taking advantage of no one being around to admire himself in the room, then hearing the door open and bolting faster than a rabbit—thinking of that scene, a ticklish feeling surged from his stomach, and he finally couldn’t help laughing.

“What the hell are you laughing at!” Duan Xingye didn’t know if Cheng Duzhou believed him or not, even more embarrassed, slapping his hand away. “Get off! I’m going to shower.” Finally, he didn’t forget to warn, “Don’t talk nonsense to others!”

Although his eyes were fierce, because his dark pupils were moist and the corners of his eyes were red, there was no deterrent force at all.

Cheng Duzhou saw his awkwardness and didn’t mean to make things difficult for him, stepping aside: “I won’t tell.”

Since Duan Xingye didn’t wear the skirt for him and didn’t mean it that way, he couldn’t make a request to go further. Previously asking Duan Xingye on WeChat to be mentally prepared for a night of cloud and rain was mostly teasing. Besides, many things could be said in messages but might not be voiced face to face.

Cheng Duzhou gestured with his eyes at the take-out bag on the coffee table: “Late-night snack made by Sister Jiang, brought you a portion.”

Duan Xingye was in no mood to eat snacks, saying, “Leave it there.”

He walked to the sofa, bending down to pick up the phone dropped on it.

Cheng Duzhou was unbuttoning his cuffs. Looking up, he saw the hem of the skirt behind Duan Xingye’s thighs move up with the bending action. Under the edge, a shadowed cleft was faintly revealed.

Cheng Duzhou’s breath stopped instantly, asking: “You’re not wearing anything underneath?”

“…” Duan Xingye jumped up immediately, covering his butt with both hands, walking stiffly towards the bedroom.

Cheng Duzhou couldn’t care about being a gentleman or consensual anymore. The big fire burned away all reason. Rolling up his sleeves, he followed quickly: “Duan Xingye, let me look again, begging you.”

Duan Xingye was frightened into running, screaming unbearably: “You pervert!”

Bang!

The bathroom door slammed in Cheng Duzhou’s face.

Duan Xingye leaned against the door panel, calming his breathing. Then he heard Cheng Duzhou scratching the door unwillingly with his claws twice outside.

“…”

The weather was fine at night, but after 9:30, strong winds began to blow. Soon, pitter-patter rain fell, gradually forming a downpour.

To prevent rain from blowing in, Cheng Duzhou closed the window in the bedroom.

The wind was loud at high altitude, but fortunately, the room’s soundproofing was good. Once the window was closed, the wind and rain outside became muffled and gentle.

While waiting for Duan Xingye to shower, Cheng Duzhou sat by the bed handling messages on his phone.

Right at this moment.

A notification popped up from the [All the Way With You Guest Group].

Wu Enqi: [We were just about to leave when we found a little kitten at the back door of the kitchen, crying so pitifully.]

Wu Enqi: [The mother cat is dead.]

Wu Enqi: [[Image]]

Wu Enqi: [Can the program team think of a way?]

Cheng Duzhou’s fingertip paused, entering the group chat and clicking the image.

Beside the trash can in the back kitchen, the rain-wet ground reflected the linear light of street lamps. A tabby cat with dirty fur lay lifelessly on its side, eyes closed. Curled at its belly was a small white ball, a kitten with faint markings, looking less than a month old, opening its mouth crying at the camera. Someone had propped up an umbrella on the ground for them.

Cheng Duzhou’s expression was slightly silent. He closed the photo, opened it again, then stood up, rummaged through the open suitcase for a knitted cardigan, walked to the bathroom door, and knocked.

“I’m going out for a bit.”

The water sound inside continued. Duan Xingye asked nothing, saying: “Oh.”

Before leaving, Cheng Duzhou swiped a storage bamboo basket from the table.

…

At the back door of the kitchen, Jiang Li and Wu Enqi’s couples hadn’t left yet, and a few staff members were also there.

After eating late-night snacks, they were about to leave through the back door, but Wu Enqi heard faint but shrill meowing in the rain. Following the sound and lifting the folded cardboard, she discovered the heartbreaking scene.

Stray cats and dogs often came to the back door of the restaurant to forage. The staff here were used to it. This cardboard was probably covered by someone passing by.

Thinking the kitten might be rained on all night outside, Wu Enqi’s conscience couldn’t bear it, but she didn’t know where to take it, so she pinned her hope on the program team.

But the staff around couldn’t make a decision. Saving the kitten from a night of rain wasn’t the problem; the real problem was how to handle it afterward.

No one was local. Once tonight passed, they had to leave. The only thing they could do now was contact the Animal Protection Association for the kitten.

They decided to solve this matter privately. If it went on the official blog, it would involve public welfare image issues. Any image the program team left to the audience must be cautious. The same applied to celebrity Weibo.

Holding umbrellas, everyone stood in the rain discussing.

At this time, Cheng Duzhou came downstairs.

Staff immediately handed him an umbrella.

Jiang Li saw him: “President Cheng, why did you come?”

Cheng Duzhou squatted down holding the long-handled umbrella: “Came to see the cat.”

The body of the mother cat had been put in a cardboard box and sealed by the staff, to be taken away for disposal later.

Cheng Duzhou put a medium-sized storage basket aside, scooped up the kitten on the cardboard with one hand, and put it in the basket.

The basket was lined with a gray cashmere sweater, very thick.

Wu Enqi recognized at a glance that it was Gucci’s new men’s spring cardigan, five figures a piece, shocked enough to stick out her tongue.

Lying on the thick warm clothing, the kitten’s cries immediately became smaller.

Jiang Li smiled: “You are thoughtful.”

Everyone was busy discussing; no one cared if the kitten would be cold.

Cheng Duzhou took the basket under the eaves, placing it on the ground in the corner, sheltered from wind and rain.

Hands in pockets, back against the wall, he waited for the program team’s reply with the others.

The kitten stopped crying. Buried in the cashmere sweater, it seemed to feel safe. Its sea urchin-like little head bobbed, eyes squinting, getting sleepy.

Cheng Duzhou withdrew his gaze from the basket, looking at that lonely cardboard box in the drizzle.

When seeing the photo on the phone, witnessing the kitten huddled beside the dead mother cat, he had a moment of touching emotion.

Thoughts pulled back to 2006.

Just started first grade of elementary school.

That time when Cheng Duzhou was taken to the hospital by his father, his mother had already fallen into a coma. The adults seemed more nervous than usual. The doctor accidentally bumped into him while backing up, softened his tone, and told him to sit outside and wait.

Cheng Duzhou looked at his father.

But Cheng Xian’s eyes only looked at his emaciated and pale wife on the hospital bed, his expression never so sad.

Nurses pushed in instruments, and the doctor closed the bed curtain in front of him.

Afternoon in the inpatient department, the corridor was quiet. The white space was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Cheng Duzhou sat alone on a blue plastic chair. Beside him was a glass window. Outside was a clump of bamboo. Sunlight shone in obliquely, casting shadows of bamboo leaves in a small patch of light on the wall. As the wind moved, the shadows rhythmically hit from the left side of the light to the right, back and forth.

Cheng Duzhou secretly said in his heart, if the shadow could hit left and right one hundred times before the doctor came out, Mom would wake up.

Then he looked at the wall, counting quietly: “One, two, three, four…”

Cheng Duzhou always liked to send such betting-like requests to the person in the sky, although he lost every bet.

Just like he had made more than a hundred chickens, and the chicken soup he cooked now was better than the nanny’s at home, but year after year passed, Mom never came home.

But he still had to bet non-stop.

“…Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred. One, two, three…”

The doctor didn’t come out. One hundred hits arrived; Mom could wake up.

Just as he was concentrating on counting, footsteps came from the corridor.

Cheng Duzhou stopped, turning his head to look.

Duan Qiwei walked over holding Duan Xingye’s hand. Arriving at the ward door, he patted Duan Xingye, then pointed to Cheng Duzhou on the chair in the corridor ahead.

Duan Xingye let go of his father’s hand and came to sit beside Cheng Duzhou.

Duan Xingye went to the park in the morning. His soft black hair was a bit sweaty, eyes bright. In his hand, he held a clay rabbit painted with colorful flowers.

“The park was so fun today; there was a clown uncle performing magic.” Duan Xingye showed off the bunny in front of Cheng Duzhou, smiling. “I painted it. Pretty, right? I used all the colors.”

Cheng Duzhou looked and nodded.

Duan Xingye sensed he wasn’t very happy. Lowering his eyes to think, he stuffed the bunny into Cheng Duzhou’s hand: “Its name is Lucky. Giving it to you, but it will break, you have to treat it better.”

That was the first gift Duan Xingye gave him, a hand-painted clay rabbit named Lucky.

Cheng Duzhou held the rabbit examining it. The ward door opened.

The doctor shook his head and walked out.

The uncontrollable weeping of a man came from the room.

Cheng Duzhou looked back at the rabbit in front of him. Letting go of one hand, a smear of blue paint remained on his palm.

To this day, he didn’t know if his mother had any last words for him.

The rain intensified; water fell intermittently from the eaves.

Someone stood beside him.

Cheng Duzhou snapped back to reality, seeing Duan Xingye.

Duan Xingye just finished showering, hair still a bit damp. Wrapped in a jacket, he glanced at the kitten already asleep in the basket in the corner.

But he didn’t come downstairs to see the cat. Just after showering, seeing the photos of the dead tabby and kitten in the group chat, thinking Cheng Duzhou was still downstairs, he came down driven by ghosts and gods.

Consider it coming for some air.

Duan Xingye asked indifferently, “Is there a place to send it?”

Cheng Duzhou said, “Still contacting.”

Right at this moment.

The staff received a call, hemmed and hawed a few times, expression gradually becoming difficult. After hanging up, he said to Wu Enqi: “The local shelter is full, can’t rescue. Everyone can check if friends around are willing to adopt.”

Not a breed cat, afraid it’s hard to give away.

But with their connections, they could always find someone.

Wu Enqi took out her phone: “I’ll post on Moments.”

Jiang Li said, “You edit the info, we’ll forward it.”

Cheng Duzhou glanced at the ground and whispered, “Duan Xingye.”

Duan Xingye absent-minded: “Hmm?”

“Can we take it back to raise.”

“What?”

Duan Xingye couldn’t help raising his volume, looking at Cheng Duzhou.

The voice attracted Jiang Li, Wu Enqi, and others on the other side.

Duan Xingye didn’t intend to lower his voice, feeling the displeasure of boundaries being violated, stating his position on the spot: “I won’t raise it. Dealing with cat hair is suffocating enough, let alone feeding, scooping poop, and playing every day. Do you think I’m very idle? If you want to raise it, take it away yourself, don’t send it home!”

The marriage agreement also stated clearly: no pets at home.

Does Cheng Duzhou think the agreement is a decoration?

Jiang Li and Wu Enqi looked at each other.

If the couple was willing to adopt, everyone would be happy. But since Duan Xingye wasn’t willing, it didn’t matter; it wasn’t like this cat became Duan Xingye’s responsibility.

And Duan Xingye’s concerns were also the reason why the two of them couldn’t make up their minds.

It wasn’t that they didn’t have the conditions to adopt small animals. The reality was that raising pets inevitably brought a series of troubles. Without sufficient mental preparation, don’t open that mouth easily. Cats and dogs are like children, also having needs for love. If you don’t like it, aren’t responsible, and give it away casually, don’t bring it back.

So they could understand.

The two continued editing Moments.

Cheng Duzhou lowered his head, squatting down.

At his mother’s funeral, late at night, adults were still offering condolences. He fell asleep on the floor of the mourning hall. When he woke up midway, Duan Xingye was sleeping beside him, hand still holding his hand.

There was a period of greatest sadness after the funeral. The willful and capricious Duan Xingye suddenly became very easy to talk to. While planting flowers in the yard, he would suddenly lean close, cross his dark eyes, pout his lips to make ugly faces. Unknown why, the mood of wanting to cry suddenly improved a lot.

When Dad was equally immersed in grief and no one could take care of his emotions, Duan Xingye became the person holding his hand, slowly waiting for the sky to clear.

He also wanted to become such a person, also wanted to experience the feeling of being needed by another life.

“Duan Xingye.” Cheng Duzhou looked at the ground, voice very low. “I want to raise it.”

Duan Xingye heard a tone almost showing weakness. Pausing slightly, he looked at Cheng Duzhou.

The man’s handsome features were shrouded in shadow. Emotion couldn’t be seen, but the atmosphere enveloping him felt heavy.

Such a face had appeared in memory. Seven-year-old Cheng Duzhou, wearing a small black suit like an adult, white cloth strip tied on his arm, kneeling quietly in the mourning hall, expression blank and hollow.

Duan Xingye looked from afar, only hoping he could smile.

A whistle of wind penetrated under the eaves, blowing Duan Xingye’s hair.

He turned to look at the alley extending endlessly into the dark night, lips pressed into a straight line. The wind brushing his face smelled of rain.

Stalemate for a long time.

Duan Xingye’s voice was cold, whispering: “If I dare find a single cat hair in the bedroom, you roll out with it.”

After speaking, he turned and left.

Jiang Li and Wu Enqi widened their eyes, looking at Duan Xingye’s back, so excited they wanted to call him Bodhisattva.

Cheng Duzhou pressed one hand on his eyelid, rubbed it, and smiled.

…

When the kitten was taken away lying in the basket, it was sleeping soundly, unmovable by thunder.

Jiang Li and Wu Enqi got into the car. Staff sent them back to where they lived. On the way, they would drop the cat at a pet store, firstly to check health conditions, secondly to board it there tonight, picking it up after recording ends tomorrow. All expenses borne by Cheng Duzhou.

The car full of people was still discussing.

Wu Hao said, “Novice raising a cat, should be no problem, right?”

“Look at how good the mat President Cheng used for it is; it’s Gucci, okay?” Wu Enqi said, “President Cheng has always been responsible. Giving it to him is fine.”

Jiang Li said, “The most crucial thing is, he likes cats.”

Wu Enqi curious: “How do you know?”

Jiang Li lowered her voice: “Don’t you think Teacher Duan looks very much like a cat?”

Wu Enqi immediately revealed an ambiguous smile: “Now that you say it, really true. Remember President Cheng affectionately called him Little Kitten before.”

Then, Wu Enqi added, “But what if Teacher Duan doesn’t like cats?”

Jiang Li wasn’t worried: “As far as I know, once decided to raise kittens or puppies, no one can escape the law of ‘True Fragrance’ (ending up loving what one initially rejected).” She scratched the sea urchin head of the sleeping kitten with her finger. “In the future, you have to earn every mouthful of cat food yourself.”

Cheng Duzhou returned to the top floor suite. The dark plaid long-handled umbrella was still dripping water. He opened the umbrella canopy and propped it on the kitchen floor tiles.

Cheng Duzhou poured a glass of water at the counter, suddenly hearing a slight movement behind him.

He turned around. Seeing Duan Xingye, he almost sprayed the water out, immediately pursing his lips and putting down the glass.

He saw Duan Xingye had changed into the uniform again, but much more casual this time, only wearing the shirt and pleated plaid skirt. Because he wasn’t wearing shoes, he walked soundlessly like a cat.

Duan Xingye was no longer embarrassed this time. Face as calm as snow, he walked to Cheng Duzhou’s side, propped his hands behind him, and sat easily on the counter.

Cheng Duzhou looked at him unblinkingly, gradually reacting, asking: “Did you want to seduce me before?”

“Is it important?” Duan Xingye pulled him closer. “Doesn’t it fit your wish?”

He put on the skirt again because Cheng Duzhou seemed a bit sad downstairs just now. Being childhood friends, just giving a bit of comfort.

Therefore too lazy to engage in verbal disputes.

Cheng Duzhou knew Duan Xingye also wanted it. That feeling of being responded to became hot again, but he felt it shouldn’t just pass like this. He wanted to make some things clear to Duan Xingye.

Cheng Duzhou leaned over to hug Duan Xingye, holding his lean back, slowly saying: “Thank you for letting me raise the cat.”

Because they lived together after marriage, Vanke Metropolis gradually became their common home. Cheng Duzhou remembered the marriage agreement said no pets at home, so he shouldn’t bring the cat into their living space. But even though his request was unreasonable, and Duan Xingye explicitly stated dislike and fear of trouble, he ultimately compromised.

Such support made Cheng Duzhou feel warm.

Cheng Duzhou suddenly spoke seriously. Duan Xingye turned his face away, heart tip hot, yet awkward and uncomfortable, deliberately grumpy: “Don’t say useless things.”

“Okay.” Cheng Duzhou buried his face in his neck, taking a deep breath. “I will repay you well, the kind with devoted effort.”

Duan Xingye: “???”

…

Afterward, the light in the kitchen stayed on for a long time.

Until late at night, a ball of plaid pleated skirt was thrown casually, knocking over the umbrella propped on the ground, sliding into it.

The umbrella canopy, also with a dark pattern, shook a bit, lying there sprawled out, returning to calm.

The next day, the alarm rang three times every nine minutes before Cheng Duzhou and Duan Xingye hurriedly got up to dress and wash, opening the door for Old Xu and the others at the agreed time.

After packing luggage and handing it to the team, they went downstairs for breakfast, then entered the kitchen to process the remaining fruit.

Cheng Duzhou brought a chair for Duan Xingye, letting him sit aside.

This time, Duan Xingye not only slacked off openly and aboveboard but while sitting on the chair, he even wanted to kick Cheng Duzhou twice.

Just held back for too long, fucking me to death, huh.

Acting like there’s no next meal after this one.

Cheng Duzhou didn’t feel Duan Xingye’s resentment at all. Peeling an apple, cutting it into pieces, putting it on a plate and handing it to him, only then did he stand in front of the cutting board to cut fruit.

The livestream watched Cheng Duzhou being meticulous to Duan Xingye all morning, while Duan Xingye gave him various cold faces.

Curious one after another: Where did President Cheng offend Teacher Duan?

But no one thought in the direction of uniform play. After all, Cheng Duzhou explained yesterday that taking the uniform back was for memory, wanting to prove he experienced some things with Duan Xingye. The audience was moved to tears hearing this. Thinking in a dirty direction would undoubtedly tarnish the couple’s deep feelings.

Everyone continued watching the livestream with confusion about why Duan Xingye was in a bad mood.

Cheng Duzhou was in a state of high spirits due to happy events all morning, so the efficiency of processing fruit was fast.

Duan Xingye finished the apple, then ate pineapple, basically never stopping.

Finally, with staff assistance, everyone loaded plates of cut fruit onto the car, sent to Hengyuan Mall by the production team first.

Taking advantage of the gap changing out of the chef uniform in the changing room, Cheng Duzhou asked Duan Xingye: “Did you pack the skirt?”

Duan Xingye was blank for a moment, saying: “Didn’t you pack it?”

Cheng Duzhou said, “I didn’t find it.”

Duan Xingye asked, “Where did you throw it last night?”

Cheng Duzhou thought for a moment: “Kitchen?”

Duan Xingye’s face heated up: “How could it be the kitchen!”

They got up late in the morning, in a hurry, only tidied the bedroom, then let the filming crew in.

If it was really thrown in the kitchen, it would definitely be seen by the staff.

That scene was simply unimaginable.

But if it was really seen, the staff would remind them. But everyone packed up and withdrew in the morning, so there was no such possibility.

Cheng Duzhou was still pondering.

Room checked out, useless to think.

Duan Xingye said, “Maybe rolled up with other clothes.”

Cheng Duzhou thought it was possible, deciding to look again after going home tonight.

…

Today, the foot traffic at Hengyuan Mall multiplied several times compared to yesterday.

Livestream viewers knew the filming location of All the Way With You in advance and wanted to support their favorite guests, so many fans in Shenzhen came to the scene to support.

This led the lunch market organizers to set up cordon lines, limiting the flow of people entering the square; otherwise, congestion would definitely occur.

The guests arrived at the scene by car.

When they got off, the surrounding crowd shouted enthusiastically, CP names rising one after another, the loudest being ” Lü Ye Shu Huai”.

Who could have thought that the couple the whole internet hoped would divorce two months ago, after just three episodes of recording, had become the hottest CP, topping the Super Topic rankings.

Four groups of guests entered the cordon line, arriving at their assigned stalls.

There were also many stalls around selling various delicacies and snacks.

But the pushcarts for guests’ stalls hadn’t been transported yet, so everyone had to wait a while on site.

Approaching noon, today’s sun was even more intense than yesterday.

Duan Xingye squinted in the sun, using a brochure to shield his eyes.

Cheng Duzhou saw he felt sunburnt and whispered to a staff member for an umbrella.

Because there was nothing to do temporarily, Old Xu promoted interaction between guests and audience, selecting bullet comment questions.

Old Xu read word by word: “Teacher Duan, may I ask if you didn’t rest well in the five-star suite last night either? Feel like you are in a bad mood today. Smiley face.”

“…”

Old Xu even read out the emoji.

Duan Xingye kept a straight face: “Rested very well, don’t guess randomly. But having to work on weekends, you try smiling for me.”

Bullet comments: Hahahahaha! Real!

Old Xu continued: “Do you feel President Cheng is particularly considerate to you today?”

Duan Xingye said two cold words: “Is he?”

While speaking, Cheng Duzhou walked to Duan Xingye with a long-handled umbrella.

Bullet comments shipped it again.

“It is very considerate! Holding an umbrella for Teacher Duan as soon as the sun gets a bit strong.”

“If my boyfriend had this awareness, I’d marry him immediately!”

“Little demon is stubborn, Husband came over carrying the umbrella.”

“Too spoiling, too spoiling!”

Duan Xingye glanced at Cheng Duzhou, said nothing, enjoying the service with peace of mind.

Cheng Duzhou shook the umbrella, raised it, and opened it above their heads.

The next second.

A piece of fabric fell from the sky, Splat, dropping vertically on the ground.

“…”

“…”

Cheng Duzhou and Duan Xingye looked at the ground.

Old Xu very spiritually pointed the camera lens at the thing on the ground following their line of sight.

Under the sunlight, a pleated plaid skirt lay spread out.

Bullet comments: ???

First of all, why did a skirt appear here?

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Author’s Note:

President Cheng: Thought it was lost.

Teacher Duan: That’s not the point!