When Ningzhi helped Lu Jue apply the perfume, she even pinched his waist at the same time.

He was taut and not at all as soft as she was.

"I'm done wiping your back. Turn around." Ningzhi felt her palms warm.

Lu Jue didn't move. His waist still felt soft and numb. He liked this feeling very much.

Ningzhi thought he had fallen asleep. She reached out and poked his waist. "Lu Jue, are you asleep?"

Her gentle poke made Lu Jue release the pillow he was biting. He turned around and faced Ningzhi. "I'm not asleep."

Ningzhi saw that his eyes were bright and there was a hint of shyness hidden in them. His handsome face was red from the pressure of the pillow.

She hadn't touched him yet, but the display above Lu Jue's head was still showing little suns. It seemed like he really liked applying perfume.

Under the light, Lu Jue's dark eyes reflected the light and became even brighter. Now that he was lying down like this, he could see Zhizhi.

He felt that Zhizhi's little hand was like a slippery little fish, sliding around his body. He really liked it.

The 220th little sun.

The 230th little sun.

…

When it was the 280th little sun, Ningzhi suddenly retracted her hand. She pulled the blanket from the side and covered Lu Jue's body directly.

Her eyes seemed to have been scalded. She quickly looked away. "Okay, I'm done. Let's sleep."

Lu Jue grunted softly. He seemed a little dissatisfied. He was a little hot and didn't want to be covered with the blanket.

"Keep it covered. You can't pull it away." Ningzhi pressed his hand down.

Lu Jue looked at her pitifully. "Zhizhi, it's hot."

Ningzhi pinched his hot face and was a little cruel. "Bear with it."

Over the next few days, Ningzhi rubbed Lu Jue's face several more times.

Perhaps to Lu Jue, it was a novelty for him to apply perfume, so she successfully got 516 little suns. However, after a few times, no matter how much she applied, there were no more little suns left.

Ningzhi originally had 544 Little Suns in her inventory. Now, she had a total of 1060 Little Suns.

It was enough for her to put it back on.

On Friday, Ningzhi only had two classes in the afternoon. After school, she asked the bodyguard to drive to Song Dahai's home.

She didn't know why, but when she thought about how Lu Jue was angry because of Little Song Song's leg, she kept thinking about it.

The car was still parked at the entrance of the alley. The alley was a little narrow, so the car couldn't drive through.

This time, the alley was very quiet. It was not as noisy as last time.

In the car, Ningzhi rolled down the window. She saw Little Song Song squatting in front of the black iron gate. At the door next door, the old lady was sitting on a small stool. She seemed to be sewing clothes under the light of the setting sun.

Song Dahai's figure was not around.

Ningzhi pushed open the car door and got out.

The bodyguard quickly got out of the car and wanted to follow her.

"Just wait in the car. If there's anything, I'll call you," Ningzhi said.

The bodyguard quickly replied, "Yes, Young Madam."

Ningzhi closed the car door and suddenly thought of something. She opened the car door again and took out something from her bag.

She closed the car door again and walked into the alley.