Little Mushroom was dragged into the resting area by Jiang Songshi. The man’s expression was grim, but his grip was gentler. Even when he pulled Little Mushroom onto the sofa, Jiang Songshi habitually checked if the sofa was clean.
Little Mushroom’s eyes were reddened as he looked at Jiang Songshi, feeling a bit sulky and aggrieved. Meeting Jiang Songshi’s gaze, Little Mushroom hid his reddened wrist.
Little Mushroom backed away, refusing to communicate with Jiang Songshi.
Five minutes passed…
Ten minutes passed…
Fifteen minutes passed…
Little Mushroom huddled in the corner, unmoving.
The baseball cap covered him, reminding Little Mushroom of his own umbrella.
He pulled down the cap and buried his face in it.
Little Mushroom was upset, of course, and he was still mad at the stupid human!
Although he was the one caught, although… Little Mushroom felt a bit guilty too.
But how could the stupid human be so fierce!
A pair of well-defined hands reached out, grasping Little Mushroom’s cap.
Little Mushroom hugged his head, preventing Jiang Songshi from moving it.
Jiang Songshi: “Why are you cowering? Not going to dance anymore?”
Jiang Songshi: “What happened to the happy DJ?”
Jiang Songshi: “And your Jägermeister?”
Jiang Songshi remembered the strange man who approached Little Mushroom, and anger surged within him.
“You’re quite the player, Mr. Overlord.”
Jiang Songshi took out his phone and enunciated each word of the message Little Mushroom had just sent him.
“Already asleep?”
“Good night?”
“Keep sleeping?”
With each sentence, Jiang Songshi raised his eyebrows, eventually opening the message interface in front of Little Mushroom.
“Mr. Overlord’s good night… is really unique.”
Little Mushroom: …
Little Mushroom: This stupid human must be doing it on purpose.
The cap was eventually removed by Jiang Songshi, exposing Little Mushroom’s “umbrella” as Jiang Songshi smiled wryly.
“Does Mr. Overlord know how to hide now?”
“I thought Mr. Overlord wasn’t afraid of anything.”
Jiang Songshi was really a little angry, partly because of Little Mushroom’s deception and partly because of his anger at Little Mushroom’s recklessness. His anger reached its peak when he saw the strange man approach Little Mushroom and put something in his drink.
But beneath the anger, there was an unimaginable sense of dread. Jiang Songshi closed his eyes, admitting his current emotions were inappropriate. The dim lights of the bar fell on the curled-up Little Mushroom, whose pale skin and slender wrists immediately revealed the red marks left by Jiang Songshi.
“…Does it hurt?” In the end, Jiang Songshi decided to calm down first. The man crouched down, carefully pulling Little Mushroom’s wrist.
Little Mushroom didn’t say anything, but he didn’t bury himself again. He took out a few folded bills from his pocket and tried to put them in Jiang Songshi’s palm.
Little Mushroom had two shows today, and the boss had already paid him the performance fees. Apart from the Jägermeister, Little Mushroom didn’t order anything else.
Little Mushroom wanted to keep all the money.
Recently, the stupid human had been working overtime without rest. Little Mushroom secretly thought that if he earned more money, the stupid human could rest more.
He could also bring gifts for the stupid human. Little Mushroom grew up in the jungle with little understanding of human society, but he remembered that there used to be a father and son who had lived there before. Little Mushroom grew up beside their small wooden house. Sometimes, the father would make a bamboo dragonfly or frog for the little boy, making him extremely happy.
Little Mushroom couldn’t make bamboo dragonflies or frogs, but he could buy them for the stupid human.
Of course, in return, the stupid human had to spend more time with him too.
Actually, Little Mushroom also knew that the nutrient solution seemed expensive. Little Mushroom wanted to tell the stupid human that he was easy to support and didn’t need the nutrient solution.
But the stupid human was so fierce.
Thinking of this, Little Mushroom’s eyes became even redder.
Jiang Songshi was rarely at a loss, holding Little Mushroom’s wrist without daring to move.
Jiang Songshi: “Does it still hurt a lot?”
Little Mushroom didn’t answer, stubbornly trying to give Jiang Songshi the money.
In the dim light, Jiang Songshi initially didn’t see clearly. Only when the bills reached his palm did he realize.
Little Mushroom: “##…working.”
Jiang Songshi was a bit dazed.
Little Mushroom continued: “##…bring you#…gift.”
Author’s Note:
Jiang Songshi (super fierce): “Quite the player, Mr. Overlord.” (￣ヘ￣)
Little Mushroom (red eyes): X﹏X
Jiang Songshi (anger lasted only three seconds): “Does it hurt?”
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