Next.
Chen Lusi made another effort, even asking the little girl’s na several tis.
But the other party really seed incapable of communicating.
He could only regard her as a shadow.
And in a way, she really was like a shadow, always following him, whether it was eating, going to the bathroom, or sleeping.
Fortunately, although she would suddenly co close to him and watch him, behaviors like going to the bathroom—once he closed the door, she wouldn’t forcibly open it to watch him.
Otherwise, he would be forced to kneel to her.
As for sleeping.
She would silently stand by.
But as long as he turned on his side to sleep, he could pretend she didn’t exist.
... He could only do this.
Midnight.
Chen Lusi lay on his side looking at the wall; although he couldn’t see her anymore, he could still feel her gaze.
This made it even harder for Chen Lusi, who already had sleep disorders, to fall asleep.
He could only wake up his phone and watch aningless short videos over and over again.
Ti slowly passed by.
Soon, it was one in the morning.
Chen Lusi, feeling a bit tired, turned over and got startled.
The little girl was still standing by the bed.
"..."
Chen Lusi paused, moved his gaze away from the phone screen, and looked at the quiet little girl standing in the dark. Helplessly, he asked, "Don’t you need to sleep?"
No response.
"Then can you let sleep?" Chen Lusi continued to ask.
He still didn’t hold out much hope.
But this ti.
There was indeed a response.
The little girl in the white dress slowly raised her hand and placed it on Chen Lusi’s forehead.
The cool sensation was felt.
Chen Lusi opened his mouth, about to speak.
The little girl silently mouthed sothing.
In an instant.
Chen Lusi’s consciousness snapped, and he fell into a dead sleep.
...
The next day.
Ten in the morning.
Chen Lusi opened his eyes, picked up his phone to check the ti, then briefly recollected last night’s events.
He got up and began to search for the little girl.
The room was just that big.
He quickly found her.
She wasn’t standing by the bed this ti but was quietly sitting in front of the computer, staring at the blank screen.
Chen Lusi got up from the bed and ca to her side.
The little girl slowly turned her head, her dark eyes looking at him.
Chen Lusi squatted down, carefully held her small hand resting on her knee, and said with a determined face, "From now on! You are my most important family, my human sleeping pill!"
As expected, there was no response.
But Chen Lusi didn’t mind.
He was starting to like this little girl a bit.
Not for anything else.
Just for her ability to instantly put him to sleep!
That’s the truly desirable superpower!
Having one more person is just having one more person.
After all, she doesn’t eat or drink, nor does she need to sleep.
Just like a shadow.
Although it’s sowhat inconvenient, in return, he can enjoy baby-like sleep.
This is really amazing!
Moreover, according to Xia Panqiu, she will disappear eventually.
Being able to enjoy baby-like sleep for a while without having to be responsible, like raising her or sothing.
This is really fantastic!
As Chen Lusi marveled.
The little girl kept quietly watching him, just like a delicate doll.
It wasn’t until Chen Lusi let go of her hand that she stood up from the chair and continued to watch from the side.
After the excitent faded.
Even though Chen Lusi still felt a bit uncomfortable, his mood was different from yesterday.
Suppressing the discomfort of being watched.
He went about his business.
Washing up, having breakfast, and then writing—he didn’t have a serious job, to put it nicely, he was a freelancer, to put it bluntly, he was an unemployed bum.
To survive, he needed a job that could provide him with money.
And being decadent, unsociable, and not fond of going out, yet good at imagination, he perfectly fit his self-image of an online writer.
So he beca an online writer...
Of course.
That’s just a joke.
The process of choosing to stay at ho was very complicated; in short, he got laid off, couldn’t find a new job, and resorted to whatever was available.
And his description of the online writer stereotype also ca from his clear self-awareness.
Because he didn’t know another online writer...
In any case, the result was just that.
He survived on this job, albeit not very well, but as soone with low material needs, satisfied with simply sustaining himself.
With no extravagant demands like cars, houses, or wives.
Even if life were bad, it wouldn’t be too bad.
He even had so savings, though just a few tens of thousands, it was already good.
In any case, Chen Lusi was quite content with his current situation.
Additionally, he could independently choose the length of his break at the end of each book, which was most important. Although there were inevitable negative impacts like anxiety during this ti, overall, it was indeed freer.
He was currently in the self-determined "holiday" period, preparing to draft his next book.
The idea for the new book was settled last night in the shower.
Due to his experience of returning ho, he decided to write a supernatural novel.
The na—for now, it will be titled "Tomb Sweeping and the Future".
...
The whole morning.
Chen Lusi sat in front of the computer, taking a break for lunch before continuing to outline the Chapter.
And the little girl stood beside the chair watching the screen all along, seemingly not bored.
Around four in the afternoon.
Chen Lusi finally closed the docunt and switched on the computer next to the monitor.
Although his material needs were low, his spiritual needs were quite high.
He had purchased several major ga consoles.
And quite a few gas.
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