I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 120

Yan Huirou’s condition had improved a lot recently, her daily sleep time gradually approaching that of a normal person.
In the dead of night at the research center, she heard a faint rustling sound.
Yan Huirou closed her eyes and reached out, only to find that the soft body in her arms was gone, leaving only a residual warmth.
Jiang Xidai?
Did she escape again?
Feeling a sense of unease, Yan Huirou sat up. Fortunately, she saw the woman’s figure sitting by the bed at a glance.
She saw an even more suffocating scene—
The woman was holding a handgun, the muzzle pressed against her own temple, still trying to pull the trigger, as if she were trying to get a feel for it.
“Put it down!”
Jiang Xidai was startled by the shout, her shoulders instantly tensing. She immediately turned her head, and the muzzle left her temple.
“What are you doing?” Yan Huirou even moved forward a little, snatched the gun from her hand, and said sternly, “Who taught you to play with a gun like this?”
…Is Yan Huirou scolding her?
How rare.
Jiang Xidai tilted her head, observing the expression on her face, her gaze circling Yan Huirou’s curved brow, the arc of which was a little more twisted from frowning.
But she still didn’t look very fierce.
“Yan Yan, that tone sounds like you’re scolding a junior,” Jiang Xidai leaned over, her long hair all falling on her, looking thoughtful. “But you’re still very young yourself.”
“Don’t change the subject. A gentleman does not stand under a collapsing wall. What if it went off? You’ve seen the power of this thing.”
Yan Huirou was very worried. “Don’t play with dangerous things anymore. Many modern things, although convenient, have all sorts of safety hazards…”
She looked down at the gun, trying to figure out which security robot Jiang Xidai had snatched it from—only then did she realize that the handgun was unusually light.
Eh? Plastic?
Yan Huirou cautiously pressed the trigger at an empty space. The gun made a faint, empty sound.
It was a toy gun, the kind that couldn’t be loaded.
Yan Huirou raised an eyebrow in surprise, put the gun away in a cover-up manner, coughed lightly, and asked as if nothing had happened, “Right, who gave you this dangerous thing?”
“That little System was looking at guns on its phone. I took a fancy to this one. Aren’t things like honey pancakes all available to be sent over?” Jiang Xidai added the word “little,” perhaps to show her contempt.
“Chen Cha’an?”
“…Mmm,” Jiang Xidai’s brow furrowed slightly upon hearing this, and she said with some displeasure, “I drew a tube of blood today.”
Yan Huirou understood.
Chen Cha’an probably exchanged a gun for Jiang Xidai’s precious “one tube of blood.” For the Sect Master to pay such a price, she must have really wanted it…
But Chen Cha’an definitely wouldn’t dare to get her a real gun, so she had to settle for giving her a highly realistic toy gun for children.
No wonder Jiang Xidai had been pondering this thing for half the night. She probably felt that it didn’t feel at all like the one she had held before, but it did look the same, and the plastic was a material she had never seen before. She was half-convinced, half-doubtful, and was fiddling with it.
Yan Huirou: “Go to sleep early.”
“So you scold me,” Jiang Xidai frowned.
“…Sleep.”
“So you dared to scold me?”
“I was a little worried about you, so my tone was a little heavy,” Yan Huirou forcefully pulled the person down to lie down, lest Jiang Xidai’s thoughts wander. She yawned, so sleepy, trying to end this small interlude, and kissed Jiang Xidai again. “My apologies.”
Now it was quiet.
In the quilt they were both under, some rustling sounds were made.
Jiang Xidai seemed unable to sleep. She touched her own shoulder and complained in a low voice, “Right, when will that chicken called washing be ready?”
Yan Huirou closed her eyes and slightly curved her lips. She tucked the quilt around Jiang Xidai’s exposed collarbone and corrected her, “Washing machine.”
“I told you before, wear mine,” Yan Huirou sighed. “This way you can change. You won’t catch a cold sleeping naked every night, how about it?”
“No.”
Even with Yan Huirou, Jiang Xidai did not hide her disgust for this. “Those clothes have no beauty, and the fabric is rough and heavy. It’s uncomfortable to look at.”
She scooted forward a little, her breath shallow and soft, sweeping against Yan Huirou’s ear. “For example, after that little System took off its uniform, what it wore underneath was like a beggar’s. There were two big holes at the waist, and the lower garment was also scratched.”
Yan Huirou heard her chuckle lightly. “So shameless. That person even claimed it was the fashion.”
She never thought that the chic outfit Chen Cha’an had been studying would receive such a comment behind her back.
Yan Huirou also smiled. Realizing it wasn’t good to gossip with Jiang Xidai, she reached out a finger and pressed it against the woman’s lips. “Alright, no more talking. Good night.”
“That little System seemed to be fooling me today,” Jiang Xidai moved her head over and said softly before bed, her tone a little colder. “I’ll make her pay tomorrow.”
Yan Huirou reached out and stroked the ends of her hair. “Okay.”
The room was silent in the night, and it was quiet for a while. Just as Yan Huirou was about to fall asleep, Jiang Xidai bit her lip and said, “It hurts…”
Her sleepiness immediately disappeared without a trace.
Yan Huirou woke up with a start. “What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?”
“Here,” Jiang Xidai lifted her arm and pointed at the small pinprick. Perhaps because she hadn’t pressed on it properly, it had turned a little blue and purple.
Yan Huirou reached out, pinched the skin on her arm, avoided the pinprick, and gently rubbed it. “It’ll be better in a few days.”
She’s really getting more and more spoiled. Before, when she didn’t like Yan Huirou, she wouldn’t show a hint of weakness even with swords and blades.
Now, the Sect Master is indeed Jiao Jiao… everywhere. A few days ago, when she cut her hand, she would also bring it over for her to see—a full display.
Being rubbed like this probably wouldn’t help much. But psychologically, it was a great relief. Jiang Xidai felt that the prickly feeling was gone. But she found that the force rubbing her was getting slower and slower, and Yan Huirou had closed her eyes, as if she were about to fall asleep.
Jiang Xidai reached out a finger and poked her cheek just as she was about to fall asleep. Yan Huirou opened her eyes in a daze and looked at her. “Can’t sleep? Jiao Jiao… close your eyes and count sheep.”
“Don’t call me that in front of others.”
“Okay,” Yan Huirou’s eyelids couldn’t hold on and quickly closed again.
Jiang Xidai pulled her arm back. She really had no intention of sleeping, and she didn’t intend to foolishly count sheep. She just quietly watched Yan Huirou sleep.
Yan Huirou’s temper was really so good it was boundless. If it were her, and she had been woken up by a poke at the edge of sleepiness three or four times, no matter who it was, she would have been slapped into the ground.
Such a good-tempered person, why is her life so bitter?
Today, when Chen Cha’an was fiddling with her phone, she had seen Jiang Xidai looking at her and had also taught her a simple version of how to use a phone.
Although Jiang Xidai looked disdainful, only saying she didn’t understand why this group of people didn’t rest during their work breaks, but instead spent even more effort playing with this small, glowing board.
But she had learned the basics.
And then, the first thing she did when she got back was to try and unlock Yan Huirou’s phone. Her fingertips were a little clumsy as she swiped the screen, poking here and there, and tapped into her photo album.
The album was full of her family’s photos.
But from what Yan Huirou had vaguely mentioned before, they had all died in an accident.
Jiang Xidai flipped from beginning to end, and also saw how a little girl grew up.
The cruelest thing was that the casual fragments of time were just a pile of data, clearly preserved here, existing with a cold yet warm feeling.
At that time, Yan Huirou hadn’t noticed she was frowning, only reminding her, “Don’t look for too long.”
Jiang Xidai’s finger slid to the last column, a memo, which seemed to record some daily trivial matters. A few of them looked particularly old.
May 17, 17:58 pm
“A little happy today, the manuscript passed”
May 18, 18:36 pm
“A little sad, being pointed at and scolded for the first time, but actually more of being unused to it”
May 19, 18:20 pm
“My sister still needs treatment, there’s no way”
Then it was blank for a while.
June 23, 2:34 am
“Mom, I’m so tired, I want to come and find you”
June 24, 18:39 pm
“I dreamed I was reading ‘The spring breeze has once again greened the south bank of the river’ in class, a little nostalgic. Let’s call her Jiang Xidai. I hope the surgery is successful, and I can welcome next spring with Xiao Yi”
Then it was blank for a while again, with only accounting records in between.
July 25, 3:14 am
“She’s gone, the funeral has been arranged. Why, when I’ve tried so hard, does heaven still have to do this to me?”
July 26, 12:48 am
“I tried, but I’m afraid of heights, so useless”
July 28, 4:23 am
“I always dream of Jiang Xidai. If only I were as amazing as her, or could live so bravely”
July 28, 6:28 am
“I won’t try anymore, I still want to go and see her”
The memo ended at dawn on this day. Without a doubt, it was hard for Jiang Xidai not to think about what she had tried.
But without a doubt, she seemed to be her last straw in drowning.
When Yan Huirou looked over again, as if she wanted to remind her not to get too close, Jiang Xidai pretended nothing had happened and turned off the phone.