Chapter 122 This Person Is Actually Very Greedy

Chapter 122: This Person Is Actually Quite Greedy

Outside, rain truly began to fall.

Summer downpours always arrive without warning.

Raindrops pattered against the windowpane.

Fang Ran stood facing the window, hands pressed against the glass, watching the drops slide down, leaving intermittent trails that reflected the moonlight's gleam.

So mesmerizing...

His heart swelled and receded with the rhythm of the rain.

As if to better glimpse the world outside, his body leaned further and further forward.

The person behind him braced one hand on the window, the other supporting him.

He spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Fang Ran, steady yourself."

The Sentinel's body temperature was scorching, a hundred times hotter than usual.

Fang Ran flinched from the heat, his forehead nearly bumping the glass.

He was already thoroughly disoriented.

The lights and scenery beyond the window had blurred into a hazy mist.

Fang Ran looked up at the moon, hidden behind the clouds.

Countless fragments of the past flashed through his mind, memories rewinding at dizzying speed.

Everything that had happened here, his experiences in District 4, the night he met the Sentinel, the helplessness of his initial transmigration—

Each moment flowed before his eyes.

It was as if he had returned to the day he accidentally fell into the sea and transmigrated.

Though called an accident, it wasn't entirely so.

He had indeed been in despair at the time.

His mother's passing, his so-called father's indifference, and the betrayal he faced after daring to open his heart.

That day, he had stood by the sea for a very long time.

Watching the tides ebb and flow, until that wave swept over him.

Perhaps all of this was truly fated.

Coming to this world, meeting this person.

At first, he always sought to escape, always feeling a sense of oppression from the Sentinel, yet unconsciously grew accustomed to his presence, occasionally thinking of him, until now...

Fang Ran could truly confirm that he cared about—even liked—this person.

The rain outside the window was like an ink-dark sea.

Waves crested with white foam crashed against the rocks, scattering, only to be followed by a second, then a third.

Fang Ran felt like the tide, rising and falling on the ocean's surface.

The emptiness he once felt standing by the shore was now filled with searing emotions.

The person behind him chuckled, his low, hoarse voice whispering close to his ear.

"You can still zone out at a time like this."

He reached out and brushed aside the soaked strands of hair on Fang Ran’s forehead.

"Right now, you can only think of me."

Fang Ran’s gaze remained fixed outside the window.

The rain outside grew heavier, the ink-dark waves more turbulent.

Fang Ran’s hands fell to the windowsill, gripping it white-knuckled.

He sighed and slowly turned around. The person was smiling at him, a fierce smile, yet his eyes held nothing but tenderness.

This person is actually quite greedy.

What he wants has always been everything, absolute possession.

Fang Ran said to him, "You should show some restraint."

Fu Zhangzhou smiled again.

"I’ll try."

The room was filled with the overpowering scent of oranges, swirling, rising and falling, clustering, scattering, and gathering again.

......

By the time Zhong Wan returned with the white cat in his arms, it was already midnight.

He and Lu Wenchuan had enjoyed themselves thoroughly at the night market, but unfortunately, they got caught in a downpour and had to head back early.

As he opened the door, he found the room dark, the AC temperature set a bit low, but the ventilation system was cranked to maximum, emitting a faint hum.

The smell in the room was indeed a bit strange.

Aside from Fang Ran’s usual scent, there was another, unidentifiable aroma.

He glanced at the trash can by the entrance.

Oh.

Fang Ran had eaten dinner here.

Wait.

With so many takeout containers, Fang Ran couldn't have eaten all this alone, right?

Could it be that besides him, Fu Zhangzhou was here too?

These two are something else, taking advantage of our absence to come back to the dorm together.

He looked at the white cat in his arms.

Didn't we agree to only bring spiritual bodies inside? These two really don’t keep their word… though I lowkey wanted to too.

The room was quiet—Fang Ran was probably asleep.

Not wanting to wake his friend, Zhong Wan tiptoed further inside. He had gotten caught in the rain and planned to take a quick shower after putting the white cat on the bed.

But as he reached the bedside, his foot kicked something soft.

He jumped for a moment.

Squinting in the dim light, Zhong Wan leaned down to look.

"……"

It was actually Fu Zhangzhou’s spiritual body.

The room was too dark, and the dog was covered in black fur, balled up so it was hard to spot.

The white cat let out a soft "meow" toward the dog on the floor.

The dog was clearly awake too—it lifted its head and looked at the two of them.

Its eyes seemed a little sad.

Huh?

Zhong Wan suddenly had a weird feeling.

Why was this guy… crashing on the floor like that? This wasn’t like its usual behavior at all. Did it make Fang Ran angry?

Just then, there was a faint rustling sound from the opposite bed.

Zhong Wan looked up and noticed Fang Ran had turned over, even kicking off the covers.

He was curled up on the bed, tightly clutching a black piece of clothing, his face buried in it, sleeping deeply.

They hadn’t woken him with their movements—was he that tired?

Zhong Wan took half a step closer.

The clothing was crumpled, but he could vaguely make out that it was a black sentinel uniform—and it had been worn before.

"……"

No need to overthink it. Anyone could guess whose it was with half a brain.

Unbelievable.

What kind of weird game were these two playing?

......

The next day.

When Zhong Wan opened his eyes, he noticed the room was a bit lighter.

Was it already morning?

Rubbing his eyes, he hazily saw a shadow pass by the bed.

Fang Ran?

Why was he up so early?

Zhong Wan hid under the covers, squinting through a narrow slit to observe his friend.

Fang Ran slowly walked toward the bathroom, still holding that black sentinel uniform. His expression was… flushed yet somehow weary.

Zhong Wan was puzzled—didn’t he sleep well last night? Why did he still look so tired?

Just then, Fang Ran reached the bathroom and gently pushed the door open.

The black furball had been following closely behind. Seeing Fang Ran enter, it clearly wanted to follow and quickened its pace.

But Fang Ran was faster—he shut the door before the dog could rush in.

The black furball looked disappointed and slumped by the door. It glanced in Zhong Wan’s direction and, perhaps afraid of waking anyone, didn’t dare make a sound.

Watching this, Zhong Wan smothered quiet laughter under the covers, even waking the white cat in his arms.

These two really had gotten into a fight.

But the next moment, the bathroom door opened again.

Fang Ran reached out a hand, scooped up the dog from the floor, and dragged it inside.

It happened so fast Zhong Wan almost thought he’d imagined it.

A few seconds later, the faint sound of running water came from the bathroom—not like someone washing their face, more like showering.

Zhong Wan’s smile froze.

Are these two seriously this messed up?

Feeding him dog food first thing in the morning?