RPAGF Chapter 230 Applying Face Masks
Chapter 230 Applying Face Masks
As dusk settled, the camphor trees outside the window rustled in the evening breeze.
Lin Wanchu affectionately reached out and gently stroked Lu Xue's delicate nose, her voice tender: "Were our little Xue's hands kissed by an angel?"
"Our Xiaoxue is really amazing, she carved such a lifelike rabbit."
"Sweetie, put down the knife. Let's go for a walk to digest our food. Next time, teach me to carve a little fox."
Lu Xue's ears instantly flushed red, and Lin Wanchu smiled as she took her arm and led her toward the entrance.
"Let's go, let's go! If you keep staring at that rabbit, I'll get jealous."
Cheng Cuo, who was playing a game in the living room, suddenly flinched, and Li Bai's ultimate move went astray.
He groaned and threw his phone onto the sofa. When he looked up, he saw Lin Wanchu leading Lu Xue out of the kitchen.
Yu Hansheng comforted him, "It's okay, we'll take it slowly."
As the girl's dress swept across the doorway, it carried a sweet, refreshing apple scent.
Soon, the entire living room was filled with Lin Wanchu's boastful voice.
Whenever someone gets close to her, you'll hear someone say, "Hey, how did you know my Xiaoxue carved a rabbit out of an apple?"
Yu Hansheng was both amused and exasperated. "Please, who asked?"
"Tch, I know you're envious. Someone this amazing, mine—"
"Someone was showing off their apple rabbit for over ten minutes," Cheng Cuo said, grabbing a cushion to cover his face, his voice muffled, "My ears are going to get calluses from listening to that any longer."
Lin Wanchu raised an eyebrow and glared at him, intending to go and mess with the others.
Jiang Qi, Lu Zhi, and Chi Miaomiao also suffered greatly as a result.
Even if you just close a door, Lin Wanchu will come over, calling you "Little Snow" all the time, and she won't forget to smile smugly.
"Brother Jiang, guess what Xiaoxue did today..."
"I know, I know," Jiang Qi said without looking up as he locked the door. "It's an apple-carved lop-eared rabbit, with icing on its ears, right?"
When Qiqi and Qiqi peeked out from behind Jiang Qi, they saw Lu Xue being held in Lin Wanchu's arms and having her face rubbed.
The girl's soft cheeks puffed up like little buns as she protested indistinctly, "Ah Chu, my hairstyle is going to be messed up..."
As dusk deepened, the seven people walked slowly along the riverside path.
Yu Hansheng held onto the white leash, and the chubby orange cat collapsed into a pancake after only a few steps.
"Little Orange," he poked the cat's soft belly, "what happened to your diet?"
"Meow~" The orange cat rolled over, revealing its pink paw pads.
Cheng Cuo, with his hands behind his head, plucked a blade of grass from somewhere, squatted down, and teased his feigning-death master, saying smugly, "If you don't get up, I'll throw you into the river to feed the fish."
As he spoke, he glared at Yu Hansheng again.
"It's all your fault for spoiling it all the time."
"Okay, it's my fault~"
Despite saying that, she honestly hugged the ten-pound ball of fur tightly.
The temperature at night was just right, the river breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers brushed against my hair, and the neon lights of the bridge spanning the river lit up one after another in the distance.
Lu Zhi casually moved closer to Jiang Qi, his fingertips hooking the drawstring of his hoodie: "Brother, I really want to walk with you like this forever."
"Don't say such mushy things." Jiang Qi slapped his hand away, but a suspicious blush appeared behind her ears.
Ten minutes later, the group returned the way they came.
When the clock struck ten o'clock at night, they each returned to their rooms to wash up and go to sleep.
Jiang Qi took his change of clothes into the bathroom, and Lu Zhi squeezed in at the last minute.
"Brother, let's wash together to save water."
"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."
After saying that, Jiang Qi pushed Lu Zhi's chest, trying to chase him out.
Lu Zhi had no choice but to back away. In the process of pushing and shoving, they knocked over a laundry basket. When the red wedding candies rolled out of his pocket and onto the ground, the air suddenly froze.
Lu Zhi quickly grabbed his pants and, without hesitation, opened the door and threw them out.
Jiang Qi was given practically no time to react.
Even someone as calm as Jiang Qi couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.
Lu Zhi's expression darkened, and he narrowed his eyes, taking half a step closer: "Brother, no one is allowed to disturb us..."
The unfinished words vanished in the sudden closeness of their breaths, and two overlapping silhouettes were reflected in the frosted glass of the bathroom.
Lin Wanchu's clear voice suddenly came from downstairs: "Miaomiao, do you want to put on a face mask with us? I just bought a cherry blossom scented one..."
Chi Miaomiao peeked out of the guest room while holding her pajamas and found that Jiang Qi's door was locked at some point.
As the clock struck midnight, Cheng Cuo made his seventh pancake on the mattress.
The faint hum of the air conditioner vents was suddenly mixed with the rustling sound of fabric rubbing together.
He reached for his phone and turned on the screen. In the cold blue light, he saw the silhouette of Yu Hansheng leaning against the door frame.
"Xiao Cuo, is something on your mind that's keeping you awake?"
Cheng Cuo didn't speak, only feeling that his throat was extremely dry.
He threw back the covers, slipped on his slippers, and walked toward the door.
"No, I'm so thirsty. Do you want some water? I'll get you some."
Yu Hansheng shook his head, "No, I'll go down with you."
Reaching the top of the stairs, Cheng Cuo asked in a low voice, "Can't sleep either?"
"Yeah, otherwise how could you have made seven pancakes on the bed?"
Cheng Cuo touched his nose and then noticed that the other person was holding a sleeping orange cat in their arms.
The little orange's pink paw pads looked like four cherry blossoms in the moonlight, opening and closing slightly with its breath.
The second floor was pitch black, but the living room door was wide open.
Yu Hansheng hooked his little finger with her index finger and put it to her lips. The collar of his pajamas slipped down with the movement, revealing a faint black mole on his collarbone.
This guy, who always loves wearing turtlenecks in winter, seemed to have had some kind of protective shell peeled away by the moonlight.
Cheng Cuo suddenly felt a tightness in his throat, grabbed a mint from his pants pocket and tossed it over.
As the two tiptoed down the spiral staircase, the wooden steps still emitted a barely perceptible sigh.
Cheng Cuo suddenly grabbed Yu Hansheng's shoulder and clung to him like a koala.
In the darkness, Cheng Cuo's pupils dilated slightly—a broken humming drifted from the direction of the kitchen, like someone had tuned a radio to a paranormal channel.
Yu Hansheng silently fumbled for the switch, while Cheng Cuo turned his face towards him with both hands.
"Damn it, Yu Hansheng, there's a ghost there."
As soon as he finished speaking, Little Orange suddenly bristled and jumped up, its paws slapping against Yu Hansheng's wrist with a crisp sound.
Yu Hansheng looked in the direction indicated, and saw the milky white gauze curtains being lifted by the night wind, with the moonlight cascading down like a silver waterfall.
Three pale, ghostly faces suddenly appeared in front of the kitchen counter!
The two were genuinely startled, and one of Cheng Cuo's slippers flew off.
Yu Hansheng staggered backward, knocking over the umbrella stand in the entryway. The clanging of metal broke the silence of the entire house.
The three white figures turned their heads in unison, their eyes gleaming faintly in the darkness beneath their face masks.
One of the faces opened its mouth and spoke, the voice strangely familiar.
"What the hell? It's us."
The white figure in the middle ripped off the face mask, revealing Lin Wanchu's wet, long hair clinging to her neck, the scent of cherry blossoms mingling with the night breeze.
Lu Xue, who was secretly eating pudding on the left, hurriedly hid the spoon behind her back.
On the right, Chi Miaomiao is holding a bowl of face masks and slowly applying essence to her face.
"Playing tricks in the middle of the night..." Cheng Cuo bent down to pick up the slippers, but saw Yu Hansheng turn her face away with her ears bright red.
Instantly, the living room lights turned on.
The white thing was a face mask that the three of them were wearing. Lu Xue peeled off the mask and stuck out her tongue.
"Look how scared you are."
"Would you like to try one too? The effect is amazing."
Cheng Cuo, used to being rough around the edges, waved his hand dismissively.
"Why would a grown man like me wear a face mask?"
Yu Hansheng coughed slightly, "I'll apply it, give it to me."
Cheng Cuo spoke lazily, his voice carrying a hint of sarcasm.
"Oh, our handsome Yu is even wearing a face mask."
Lin Wanchu suddenly raised her phone: "Did you just scream for help, handsome Cheng? I recorded the words 'ghost'."
Lu Xue laughed so hard she fell into her arms, while Chi Miaomiao clenched one fist to cover her mouth, her shoulders swaying.
Yu Hansheng silently put his arm around Cheng Cuo's shoulder, but smiled without saying a word.
Little Orange suddenly jumped onto Cheng Cuo's shoulder, its warm belly pressed against the back of his neck, like holding a little sun.
"I'll add canned food to its diet tomorrow," Cheng Cuo muttered, scratching the cat's chin. But when she looked up, she saw Yu Hansheng smiling.
It wasn't the shallow, polite smile I usually wore in high school, but a vivid expression with crescent-shaped eyes and a mole that rose with the corners of my lips.