Lin Jing stared at the eight large characters Sheng Kuang had written for several seconds before slowly moving her gaze from them to his face.
The young man seemed quite pleased with the eight characters he had just written. After admiring them for two seconds, he snapped the cap back onto his pen.
He took two steps back, intending to turn and press the elevator button. He tilted his head and saw Lin Jing standing beside him.
He paused, stopping his movement.
He was about to ask, "What are you doing wandering the hallway in the middle of the night?" but as the words reached his lips, he noticed the girl's gaze upon him was a little peculiar.
Could this girl still have a habit of sleepwalking?
Sheng Kuang pondered for a moment, then waved his hand in front of Lin Jing. Seeing her pupils follow his movement, he relaxed, "It's good you're not sleepwalking."
Lin Jing: "..."
Who, at this moment, was acting more like they were sleepwalking?
Lin Jing twitched the corner of her lips slightly but remained silent, slowly turning her head back towards the hard cardboard sign hanging on the wall.
The more she looked at those eight characters, the more she felt like she had stumbled into some kind of bathhouse.
"VIP Area, Men Strictly Prohibited."
"Ladies' Bathhouse, Men Not Allowed."
Look how symmetrical, how similar.
Lin Jing closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them expressionlessly. She pointed at the hard cardboard sign and asked calmly, "What does this mean?"
Sheng Kuang: "It means it's for your own good."
Lin Jing met Sheng Kuang's gaze with an expression that said, "Are you perhaps unwell?" for two seconds. "Your way of being good to people is quite peculiar."
Sheng Kuang stared at the eight characters he had so elegantly written, not seeing anything wrong with them. He thought for a moment, recalling that the young girl wore a mask with Snoopy on it. She likely thought his eight characters were too plain and not flashy enough.
With that thought, Sheng Kuang took a step forward and removed the pen cap.
The eight characters were written in the center of the hard cardboard, with plenty of space on either side. Lin Jing watched as Sheng Kuang wrote four characters on the left and another four on the right.
From left to right, these eight characters connected to form: Brave Jingjing, Fears No Difficulties.
Lin Jing: "..."
Having finished writing, Sheng Kuang put the pen cap back on, turned to Lin Jing, and raised an eyebrow, "Now, are you satisfied?"
Lin Jing's gaze towards Sheng Kuang shifted from "Are you perhaps unwell?" to "You are definitely unwell." "You..."
Her thought process finally caught up for once. Before her impulsive words could escape, she stopped herself from saying, "Can you please take this hard cardboard sign and disappear immediately."
She closed her eyes to calm herself, then opened them with a smile and sincerely suggested, "When you go downstairs, could you please take this hard cardboard sign with you?"
Sheng Kuang: "No."
His refusal was so decisive that Lin Jing instinctively opened her mouth.
Before she could say anything, he seemed to guess what she was going to say and continued, "And no heart gestures either."
Lin Jing: "..."
Damn it.
Who in their right mind would want to make heart gestures with you?
Lin Jing felt she was just a tiny bit away from a heart attack. She took a deep breath, remained silent for a few seconds, and then looked at Sheng Kuang, asking sternly, "Are you doing this on purpose because of that fan chant?"
Sheng Kuang was taken aback by her nonsensical question. He thought for a moment and realized she was referring to the line, "Obsessed with Kuang, driven mad for Kuang, I crash into walls for Kuang."
Sheng Kuang thought the girl was quite perceptive, "No."
It was almost three in the morning, and Sheng Kuang, who hadn't closed his eyes yet, was genuinely sleepy. He yawned lazily, not wanting to waste any more time here. He pointed at the hard cardboard sign on the wall, left the instruction, "Don't take it down," and turned to press the elevator button.
The elevator was on the third floor. As the doors opened, Lin Jing instinctively called out, "Hey."
Sheng Kuang didn't look back. Yawning sleepily, he walked towards the elevator and said without turning his head, "It's really for your own good. You'll know tomorrow."
Seeing Sheng Kuang about to enter the elevator, Lin Jing quickly reached out and grabbed his clothes.
Sheng Kuang, who was walking forward, felt a very slight tugging sensation at his lower back. He instinctively pulled his foot, which had been stepping into the elevator, back. He turned his head and looked behind him. Sudan Novel Network.
She was only using two fingers to hold his clothes. Her fingers were white and slender, her nails neatly trimmed, unlike other girls her age who sported flashy manicures. Her wrists were thin, and she wore a plain black thin hair tie.
Sheng Kuang lowered his eyelids for a moment, then raised his gaze.
He thought she wanted to argue further about the hard cardboard sign hanging on the wall. He was about to reiterate that he was truly considering her as a young girl.
His gaze met her eyes. Before he could speak, the young girl blinked and asked, "Um, where's the dog?"