Chapter 151: 150

150 Were You Born Stupid?

They were already very satisfied with a temperature of 15 degrees. At least, Du Yue would not feel too cold in her room in her thick pajamas. The medicine she took was not like the drug she had seen on TV where it cleansed the body. After taking it, her body did not expel anything. But Du Yue was sweating a lot, so she wanted to take a shower.

He Xing had told her before that the pain and burning sensation was only the first phase after taking the medicine. The medicine would not be absorbed so quickly in her body. In the future, she would need to strengthen her physique to absorb the remaining medicine in her body faster and better.

Du Yue was usually unafraid of hardship and exhaustion. Now that her health was at stake, she could not slack off. He Xing had already given her the longevity medicine. If she did not work hard to attain longevity, it just meant laziness would be the death of her.

Du Yue came out of the bathtub after her bath. She changed into a clean and soft nightgown and got into bed. It was three o’clock in the afternoon, so she could take a break. After that round of torment, she had already used up more than half of her strength. Now that she had taken a hot bath, the feeling of fatigue was even more intense. Du Yue closed her eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep. When she woke up again, it was almost six o’clock.

The sun had set earlier. When she opened her eyes, it was already dark outside. Du Yue got out of bed and put on her slippers. She walked to the window and looked down. Through the white gauze curtain, she could vaguely see a car parked next to the small building. The car lights were on, and many people were standing next to it. It was obvious that they were still waiting in line to get their ID cards.

After only one glance, Du Yue drew the blackout curtains. The lights in the bedroom were not turned on to begin with, and after the curtains were drawn, the room instantly became pitch-black. Du Yue found a flashlight and shone it around the house. She changed into her snow boots, and put on her hat, mask, and gloves before she headed to He Xing’s house.

Just as she walked out of her house, Du Yue heard someone calling her. Hearing the familiar voice, Du Yue could not help but frown. She shone the flashlight at the stairs. Wu Di was standing outside the gate at the moment. “Du Yue, the base is making new ID cards for everyone. Didn’t you know? The residents of our building are the first recipients. I didn’t see you when I went down just now, so I came up to remind you. Hurry up and go down. They’re going to get off work soon.”

When Du Yue heard that, she sized Wu Di up from head to toe. Wu Di felt a little uncomfortable under Du Yue’s gaze. “Du Yue, why are you looking at me like that?”

“I was just thinking, were you born stupid?”

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“How can you say such things?!”

“If I remember correctly, I’ve told you many times to just pretend we don’t know each other. If you weren’t born stupid, why did you run from the first floor to the seventh floor to tell me all this?”

“Du Yue! Don’t go too far!” Wu Di’s tone suddenly changed. “I climbed up to the seventh floor to remind you out of kindness. Never mind that you don’t appreciate it, but you’re even cursing at me in a weird way! You really don’t know what’s good for you!”

Du Yue laughed. “That’s right. Since you can tell that I’m an ungrateful person, don’t shamelessly come up to me again in the future, okay?”

Du Yue did not give Wu Di a chance to speak again. She took out He Xing’s house keys from her pocket, opened the door, and walked in. When Wu Di saw Du Yue open He Xing’s door, his eyes widened like a hen who had seen an eagle. “Why do you have the keys to his house? What’s your relationship with him?”

Hearing Wu Di’s question, Du Yue could not even be bothered to look at him, much less turn around to talk to him. It was not that Du Yue did not want to reveal her relationship with He Xing, but she felt that there was no need to let unimportant people know. If she really explained it to him, he would cross even more boundaries.

Du Yue had just reached the entrance when she saw He Xing walking out of the bedroom. “Come in quickly, I’ve made some delicious food.” Du Yue smiled at him and strode toward the bedroom. As soon as she reached He Xing’s side, Du Yue noticed the hotpot smell on his clothes.

Ever since she had hotpot with He Xing last time, he became utterly obsessed. His favorite was the spicy beef oil soup base, followed by the pork belly soup. She had to admit that the two of them had an inexplicable tacit understanding when it came to their favorite foods. Although Du Yue had an endless supply of hotpot base ingredients in her interspace, He Xing still preferred to mix various condiments for the hotpot base.

 

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