Su Li closed her eyes as instructed by Bai Huizi, though she didn’t quite understand what Bai Huizi was about to do.
But all she needed to do was obediently follow instructions.
As the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, Su Li knew that Bai Huizi had gone off to prepare something else.
Su Li sat quietly on the chair, waiting patiently for her return.
It wasn’t long before the footsteps drew near again and finally stopped behind her.
“Little Su Li, are you ready?”
Bai Huizi’s voice sounded by her ear, and Su Li nodded.
There was still a gentle smile in Bai Huizi’s voice, yet Su Li sensed something different, a subtle strangeness that she hadn’t felt before.
Bai Huizi felt strange to her now.
But Su Li didn’t dwell on it.
Because not long after Bai Huizi finished speaking, she suddenly felt a chill on her scalp.
Sticky paint slid down her hair in rivulets, cold as countless snakes slithering along her skin.
She tensed up instinctively, and the smell of acrylic rushed into her nose—sour and sharp, with an acrid industrial bite.
When the liquid passed over her eyelashes, it congealed into a sticky film on her eyelids, and her vision blurred into a chaotic blue.
Su Li didn’t react much to any of this, even though discomfort was already creeping through her body.
Paint dripped from her earlobes onto her collarbone, pooling in a tiny hollow.
“If you feel unwell, Little Su Li, just tell Elder Sister. Elder Sister will stop right away.”
As Bai Huizi spoke, Su Li stayed silent and didn’t respond.
Because she heard the vibration of a cell phone by her ear, and a notification for a ten-thousand-yuan deposit.
As for the paint being poured over her head, she felt it was no different from taking a shower.
Only the smell, in the end, was a bit unpleasant.
Bai Huizi’s heart was not so different from Shen Cishu’s.
Su Li thought so to herself.
Perhaps that was why the two of them were true sisters.
It was only that their upbringings had been different.
If Shen Cishu had money, maybe she’d be even more over the top than Bai Huizi.
Maybe.
No… Even without money, what Shen Cishu did was about the same as Bai Huizi.
She heard Bai Huizi’s quickened, excited breaths from behind her, and then a second wave of paint was splashed down.
This time, it was bright yellow, clashing with the previous blue and blending into a bizarre green on her chest.
Su Li only glanced at her own situation and then closed her eyes again.
Paint flowing into her eyes was hardly pleasant.
Some paint slid into the corner of her mouth, tasting like expired yogurt mixed with rust.
“Sorry, Little Su Li.”
“I don’t know why, but after dumping the first bucket, Elder Sister just had the urge to dump a second one.”
“But even so, does Little Su Li not feel uncomfortable?”
“Will your expression not change at all?”
Bai Huizi’s voice came from behind Su Li. Apparently pleased with Su Li’s reaction, she transferred another twenty thousand yuan to Su Li.
Su Li was still different from others.
Even seeing no change on Su Li’s face gave Bai Huizi the feeling of punching into cotton.
Joy.
But Bai Huizi still smiled happily.
She had never experienced this kind of emotion.
Perhaps, only when Su Li was by her side could she feel this happiness.
“Thank you, Little Su Li.”
Bai Huizi’s warm breath caressed Su Li’s ear. Su Li, with bare skin, could clearly feel the softness pressing against her from behind.
Bai Huizi hugged her tightly, not caring at all that Su Li was covered in paint.
She didn’t mind that the paint would stain her expensive clothes either.
She just held Su Li quietly, hugging her with all her strength.
Su Li felt Bai Huizi’s slender fingers trace across her lower abdomen, smearing paint over her whole body, drawing an “X” right there.
If she remembered correctly, that was where Bai Huizi had just drawn a dog.
Only, that little dog’s neck didn’t have a collar.
“Now there’s nothing left.”
“Only Little Su Li, here by Elder Sister’s side.”
Bai Huizi’s voice sounded in Su Li’s ear, and at that moment Bai Huizi’s palm, smeared with paint, rested on her lower abdomen.
The two hugged each other tightly.
She could hear the water dripping from her hair, splattering on the floor—like an old clock counting down.
For a moment, Su Li couldn’t figure out why Bai Huizi was doing all this, but she didn’t care.
Bai Huizi had already paid her, so as long as there was money, that was enough.
No need to care about anything else.
“Sister Bai and I are just getting what we each want.”
“If Sister Bai needs it, I’ll always stay by her side.”
Su Li said calmly. As soon as she finished, she felt the body hugging her tremble ever so slightly.
“Really?”
“Mm.”
Su Li replied. She knew that Bai Huizi understood what she needed.
“That’s perfect. Elder Sister just happens to have what Little Su Li needs.”
After speaking, Bai Huizi continued hugging Su Li.
Su Li just played the role of a pillow, a toy.
Even if this “toy” was now covered in paint.
But neither of them cared.
“All right, let’s go wash up.”
Bai Huizi said, letting go of Su Li.
She didn’t mind Su Li standing right there, and directly took off her own clothes in front of Su Li, tossing them casually into the trash.
Seeing Su Li not move, she simply took Su Li’s hand.
On the floor, two rows of dark green footprints were left behind.
Striking, conspicuous.
Su Li was held in Bai Huizi’s arms, clearly feeling the weight pressing down from behind and above.
Warm water cascaded down, gradually bringing a sense of comfort.
Paint-tainted water slid over their tightly pressed skin, forming another small, multicolored river on the tiles.
Only, last time Su Li had made such a river alone, but this time, she and Bai Huizi created it together.
“Turn around.”
Bai Huizi spoke softly, gentle but leaving no room for argument.
Su Li didn’t refuse, letting Bai Huizi’s fingers work into her hair, rubbing and washing.
It was a momentary impulse then, pouring paint directly on Su Li’s head—she thought, anyway, Su Li wouldn’t get angry or refuse her.
So Bai Huizi did as she wished.
Now, helping Su Li wash her hair, she found it to be a truly difficult task.
But when the hot water rinsed down Su Li’s back, and she saw the words “Bai Huizi’s Dog” blur and run, Bai Huizi no longer felt it was any trouble at all.
As someone who kept pets, how could giving her own pet a thorough bath ever be a bother?