Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Chapter 215 Little Fish

Cheng Cuo covered her toes, squatted by the roadside, her eyes red and swollen.

A taxi approached from a distance, its high beams blinding Cheng Cuo, making him squint uncomfortably.

The taxi stopped in front of him, and the driver turned to look at him: "Hey, handsome, where to?"

Cheng Cuo rubbed his face, which was stiff from the cold wind, sighed, and gave the address of his former rented apartment.

Cheng Cuo leaned against the car window, staring intently at the rapidly receding shadows of the trees outside.

He kept thinking to himself why he was so angry with Yu Hansheng, even though he hadn't done anything wrong.

Upon arrival, Cheng Cuo still slipped a hundred-yuan bill to the driver and watched the taxi drive away alone.

As soon as I stepped onto the stairs, a light drizzle began to fall.

Luckily, they arrived in time; any later and he would have been soaked to the bone.

I wonder how Yu Hansheng is doing now, whether he's feeling incredibly wronged and is holding a grudge.

Cheng Cuo shook his head and went upstairs.

He opened the door, lay down on the bed like a boneless person, and scratched his hair in frustration.

Cheng Cuo, you're really terrible!

With a sudden, unexpected movement, Cheng Cuo pulled back the curtains. Raindrops spread across the window, blurring his vision.

In a daze, Cheng Cuo seemed to see a dark figure standing under the streetlight downstairs.

Cheng Cuo was somewhat taken aback, but in the blink of an eye, the dark figure disappeared.

Maybe I'm just seeing things...

Downstairs, the streetlights along the street flickered on and off.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Yu Hansheng squatted under the street lamp without an umbrella, letting the raindrops soak him. His clothes were half wet.

Cheng Cuo silently closed the curtains, a feeling of indescribable sorrow welling up from the bottom of his heart.

It surged to his throat, and he wanted to vomit but couldn't, so he could only swallow it back with difficulty.

He thought that during the time he was away, Yu Hansheng stayed under the streetlight downstairs every day, stubbornly staring at the room that would never light up again.

The thought of such a scene made Cheng Cuo's heart clench, and the heartache almost made him unable to breathe.

He left Yu Hansheng alone again.

Yu Hansheng covered her swollen lower abdomen with her clothes to keep it dry.

He rolled up his sleeve, revealing an eye on his left wrist, and murmured softly, "Little eye, if you'd like me to go and coax him now, blink."

Suddenly, the rain stopped.

Yu Hansheng blinked, turned her head, and looked completely bewildered.

It turns out the rain hadn't stopped.

It was Cheng Cuo's umbrella.

He held up a black umbrella, which sheltered Yu Hansheng's head.

He seemed to have rushed out, and rainwater streamed down his hair.

Cheng Cuo was slightly out of breath, and his tone was a little awkward.

"What's that person doing muttering to themselves here?"

At this moment, Yu Hansheng looked like a wet puppy, gazing pitifully at Cheng Cuo.

"How did you come?"

Cheng Cuo reached out her hand, her eyes inevitably welling up with tears.

"Get up quickly, it's cold outside."

"it is good."

Yu Hansheng took his hand and slowly stood up.

After regaining his footing, Cheng Cuo seemed to have made up his mind, and stood on tiptoe as if he was about to kiss him.

Their breaths mingled, and a hand pressed against their lips, but Cheng Cuo only kissed the back of the hand.

He stared wide-eyed at Yu Hansheng in disbelief, and said with exasperation, "What the hell are you waiting for?"

Yu Hansheng lowered his eyes and looked directly into Cheng Cuo's eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said bluntly, "I'm waiting for you to fall in love with me."

Cheng Cuo paused, gritted her teeth, and suddenly pulled his hand away, her gaze burning.

After a long while, Cheng Cuo awkwardly kissed Yu Hansheng's cold lips, his tone a little unnatural, "From now on, can I call you Little Fish?"

"can."

"So, from now on, Little Fish, your crush is officially over."

"From now on, it's my turn to love you."

Cheng Cuo gently took Yu Hansheng's hand and solemnly placed it on his heart.

"This is my first time learning how to be a lover, please give me your guidance."

"Let's go home together, little fish."

The little fish that were on the verge of dying of thirst on land were eventually released back into the ocean, even if they drowned.

Cheng Cuo was extremely flustered and almost stumbled several times.

"Slower."

Yu Hansheng called to him from behind, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

Finally home, Yu Hansheng pushed Cheng Cuo onto the bed.

He took out a boxed lunch from his pocket, along with some milk foam he had bought on the way, and handed it to Cheng Cuo.

"Xiao Cuo, eat it while it's hot."

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed Cheng Cuo's ankle, took off his sandals, took out a tissue to wipe his feet, and then sprayed iodine on them for disinfection.

Cheng Cuo stared intently at him, "Why don't you take a shower and change your clothes first? You'll catch a cold later."

"No need, eat your food, otherwise your stomach will hurt."

Cheng Cuo kicked Yu Hansheng's thigh with his other foot and said apologetically, "You got wet because of me, so go ahead and take a shower. I'll eat obediently."

After saying that, she added, "If you don't have any clothes to change into, you can wear mine."

Helpless, Yu Hansheng crossed his arms and took off his soaked clothes, but his fingers remained on his pants without moving. Suddenly, he spoke.

"Does it look good?"

Cheng Cuo nodded subconsciously, then snapped in surprise.

"It's not good-looking, it's not good-looking at all."

His gaze didn't seem so unrestrained.

The bathroom door closed, and Cheng Cuo opened the lunchbox. Inside were fragrant sweet and sour pork ribs, fried eggs, and shredded potatoes.

His mouth watered at the sight of the food, and he quickly began to devour it.

Yu Hansheng's cooking skills are truly exceptional; they taste even better than those of top chefs.

Cheng Cuo finished his meal in a few bites, then took a sip of the milk foam, his eyes instantly lighting up.

Wow, Yu Hansheng really bought what he likes.

He drank this milk foam occasionally in high school, and he never got tired of it.

If he weren't broke, he would definitely drink a cup every day.

"Click," the bathroom was steaming, and Yu Hansheng came out shirtless: "Get me some clothes."

"Oh, good."

Cheng Cuo wiped his mouth and rummaged through his drawers before finally finding a well-fitting top.

Yu Hansheng took the clothes, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"You're too thin, eat more."

After a while, he knelt down on one knee and continued to apply medicine to Cheng Cuo's bruised toes.

Cheng Cuo sipped his milk tea, staring intently at Yu Hansheng's crown of hair, lost in thought.

"Yu Hansheng, I'm sorry."

Yu Hansheng lowered his head, carefully applying the medicine with a cotton swab, his expression serious, and frowned as he spoke.

"No need to apologize, it's not your fault."

"Besides, I'm not blind, I just need to wear glasses to see clearly."

"I wanted you to hit the other side, but I was afraid it would hurt your hand."

"But if you're still angry, I'll call for you."

Cheng Cuo couldn't help but hiss, his body tensing and his toes curling up.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No, it's just that you're being a bit too mushy."

"I didn't just punch you and awaken your masochistic tendencies, did I?"

Yu Hansheng pushed up his glasses with his well-defined hands and said softly.

"I'm glad you're not in pain. I was so worried about you."

As a child, he was too weak to keep his mother by his side.

Now, he is even more afraid of losing Cheng Cuo.

Fortunately, he was still a vampire, and he could do anything for Cheng Cuo.

Those strange looks, the scorn of their own kind, the stones thrown at them, the constant calls of "monster."

After witnessing Cheng Cuo regain his sight, all of that was worthwhile.

Cheng Cuo braced himself with his hands behind him, his voice calm.

"Little Fish, if you do anything stupid again, I'll beat you every time I see you."

Yu Hansheng smiled, his phoenix eyes behind his glasses reflecting a sincere light.

"Xiao Cuo, I'll do whatever you say."

Cheng Cuo's calm demeanor changed instantly. She immediately looked away, her ears turning a faint pink, and she murmured softly.

"Tch, I'm not your wife, so I don't have to do everything you say."