Chapter 9.2 - The Ninth Sentence Part 2

Translator: tarararawr

PR: soi bean

The Ninth Sentence Part 2

Cheng Su bit his lower lip. Every time he was slow and late, she would resort to this trick. For the first time and the second time, he would ask what she had sent. She would answer with a pretty standard reply: “Nevermind, I was just making sure that I had not been blocked and deleted.”

During that moment of helplessness, Cheng Su also doubted himself. Was he the kind of person who would do that?

He thought that it necessary to tell the girl and check to see if she was letting her imagination run wild again: “I’m going to eat.”

The other side replied in a second: “Enjoy your meal.”

She cleverly emphasized: “With him.”

Cheng Su chuckled.

After that, he noticed his friend’s shining eyes: “Are you watching a video of the five year old again?”

Cheng Su placed his phone down on the table and did not deny: “Yeah.”

“Who is it? I want to follow the kid too.”

Cheng Su decisively changed the subject: “What about Yong Jingshu? Why is she not with you?”

The friend replied, “She had something come up and went back to her hometown. She asked me to ask you for a few days off.”

Cheng Su said, “Oh, it’s all right. She also told me that I needed to go to the store for those days.”

The waitress brought out two exquisite dishes.

Cheng Su thanked the waitress and asked, “When are you going to get married?”

The friend faked a smile and asked back, “When are you going to get married?”

Cheng Su frowned: “Me?”

Friend: “Yes, you’re so fond of watching little kids. It’s better to get married and have children as soon as possible.”

Cheng Su: “…”

He calmly poured himself tea: “I am still young.”

The friend ridiculed him: “Are you also five years old?”

Cheng Su smiled: “It’s not impossible.”

——

That evening, Pu Tao didn’t come home from overtime work until it was deep into the night. She accidentally ran into her weird roommate who never left home and lived in the dark.

She was making cup noodles in the kitchen. Her hair had grown to her waist and covered her entire back. The ends were uneven, like she never took care of it.

Once they saw each other face to face, the girl rushed back to her room and slammed the door to avoid her, as if she was warding off evil spirits.

She was so thin and pale like a piece of paper. It was dreadful. It’s as if one day she would suddenly die and no one would come looking for her.

Pu Tao was beyond worried and looked forward to the date when she could terminate her lease as soon as possible.

After ordering some late night food, Pu Tao changed into loose home clothing. She leaned against the headboard, and boringly scrolled back and forth through the list of friends.

She realized that before she knew it, Cloud Dweller had become the focus of the spare time in her life.

She did not have the courage to disturb him all afternoon. She just missed him, missed him a lot, and wanted to talk to him.

What she was really good at was following her heart. She immediately went to the top message and rang the doorbell: “Is it convenient for you to talk now?”

A minute later, Cloud Dweller: “Talk about what?”

Pu Tao laughed. She was a little proud, and held a bit of sympathy for him. These two emotions intertwined, and made her uncontrollably hit the bed a few times before she replied: “Did you get Pu Tao PTSD?”

Cloud Dweller: “I think so.”

Pu Tao: “I won’t force you.”

Cloud Dweller: “You better be true to your words.”

Pu Tao: “Are you still outside?”

Cloud Dweller: “I went home.”

Pu Tao: “What is Da Tiao doing?”

Cloud Dweller stopped typing for a moment. It was like he went to go see what the cat was doing: “Sleeping.”

Pu Tao: “I am going to sleep too.”

Cloud Dweller: “?”

Pu Tao: “Good night.”

He didn’t ask anymore questions: “Good night.”

After a while, Pu Tao said: “Good night.”

Cloud Dweller: “You already said good night.”

Pu Tao: “This is my good night to Da Tiao. Could you pass along this message for me?”

Cloud Dweller: “I can.”

Pu Tao: “Would Da Tiao like to say good night to me?”

Cloud Dweller: “She’s already asleep.”

Pu Tao: “The owner can do it for her.”

Cloud Dweller sighed: “Good night.”

Pu Tao: “Can cats type?”

Cloud Dweller: “Are you doing this again?”

Pu Tao: “Is it that hard for me to get a good night message? [sad]”

Cloud Dweller: [voice message].

The scheme succeeded.

Pu Tao was in a perfect state of happiness as she pressed play.

The result was a sound. It was emotionless, low, extremely lax, short, and barely enough:

“Meow.”

Sh!t! Pu Tao was about to be blown away by how adorable it was, but she was still stubborn: “Acting cute is against the rules.”

Cloud Dweller: “Not only can cats not type, but they also cannot speak the human language.”

Pu Tao: “But I didn’t understand what I heard. Isn’t this cheating?”

A longer voice message was delivered.

Pu Tao clicked on it. It was ultimately his ‘I-have-no-choice’ voice:

“Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. Are you satisfied, Miss Pu Tao?”

He sounded like a knight, but also like a talented, handsome butler who indulged her without limits.

Pu Tao was intoxicated and full of guilt: “I felt like I have forced an honest man into prostitution.”

Cloud Dweller: “Didn’t you?”

Pu Tao: “You can ignore me.”

Cloud Dweller: “Ignore you again?”

For some reason, those three simple words made Pu Tao’s heart start pounding. Her face was suddenly dropped into the deep fryer, and every limb and bone was numb, just like she was electrocuted.

She pursed her lips into a smile and replied one word at a time:

“Oh,

Don’t

You

Dare.”