Chapter 26
Song Chisui struggled in her arms, her eyes red as she glared at her.
“Put me down. What are you going to do?”
Even a soft little milk cat had a temper. It was just that she could not withstand much torment. Perhaps before she even grew up, half of the little milk cat’s life would already be gone.
Deng Li suddenly realized that Song Chisui was not that frightening after all. She was even a little pitiful.
She strode forward, lowered her head beside Song Chisui’s ear, and teased her.
“Do something you don’t want me to do.”
“You!”
Song Chisui furrowed her brows and grabbed Deng Li by the neck, just like she had grabbed Chunmei yesterday, using all the strength in her body.
“Put me down!”
For someone so young, even if her legs did not work, the strength in her hands was not small.
Deng Li was choked until her windpipe felt like it was smoking, but she could not free her hands to stop her.
Song Chisui’s active “touching” would also increase her positive value. Deng Li felt she probably would not be strangled to death, so she only held her breath and squeezed two words out from between her teeth.
“Did you eat?”
Was she mocking her for having too little strength?
Song Chisui’s pupils widened, and her fingers tightened around Deng Li’s neck. Her knuckles sank into Deng Li’s skin, and the positive value climbed higher and higher. At last, Deng Li experienced what it meant to feel like she was dying and living at the same time.
Song Chisui felt the skin of Deng Li’s neck burning hot, and the artery beneath it thudding hard. The force of it made her heart tremble.
Deng Li carried her forward. She only coughed roughly twice, lowered her eyes, and gazed at Song Chisui from close range. As if provoking her, she smiled lightly.
“No strength. Harder.”
Song Chisui held her breath, pressed her thin lips tightly together, and once again dug her nails into Deng Li’s flesh.
Visible to the naked eye, Deng Li’s face quickly flushed red. The blue veins on her forehead bulged faintly, and in an instant, even her eyes were red from holding back. This time, she should beg for mercy, right?
The corners of Song Chisui’s mouth curved, revealing a trace of a smile.
Deng Li held the black-hearted lotus in her arms and walked a little slower, still staring at her with a fearless posture.
“Still weak.”
Song Chisui lifted a brow, and her heart seemed to be struck.
Deng Li was not afraid of death?
While walking, Deng Li had already carried her into the room. She circled to the bathroom door, kicked it open, and walked into the bathroom that was still filled with the fragrance of body wash. Deng Li bent over and placed her into the bathtub.
Song Chisui let go, her little hand touching her chest. Her heart was racing.
Deng Li crouched down and coughed hard twice while catching her breath.
“You really were choking me.”
“Weren’t you the one who said I had no strength?”
Song Chisui actually looked at her with new respect.
“You’re not afraid of death?”
Deng Li smiled. One hand supported the bathtub as she simply sat to the side, her long fingers tapping against the tub.
“I said, if I die, who will protect you in the future? Who will carry you in and out of the car when you go to school? Who will help you bathe when you get home? If you run into trouble outside, who will seek justice for you? Kill me—could you bear to?”
Unexpectedly, these words only drew a disdainful snort from the other woman. Her eyes curved, carrying a cold, clear chill.
“I can find another housekeeper. I can bathe myself. At school, someone can protect me.”
When she said “someone,” she even hesitated for a moment, lowering her head as if thinking.
“Someone?” Deng Li expressed doubt. “You mean Jian Qiuyu?”
Heh. If they had relied on Jian Qiuyu, Song Chisui might only be getting fished out by now. Deng Li did not know what was going on with this transmigration. So much had changed.
At the mention of Jian Qiuyu’s name, Song Chisui became much quieter. Her eyelashes fluttered like little fans.
“Teacher Jian treats me very well.”
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Deng Li said, “You really respect your teacher and value the Dao.”
Song Chisui said, “In short, even without you, I can still live.”
Deng Li said, “Without me, who would share a room with you and stay by your side every day?”
After finishing her verbal sparring, Deng Li’s gaze landed on Song Chisui’s body. She was still wearing soaked clothes, her hair half wet. She looked like a pitiful little dirty cat.
Deng Li grew serious and pulled Song Chisui’s wrist. At a glance, she could imagine what had happened. Song Chisui must have wanted to bathe, accidentally fallen into the tub, and ended up with an injury from using her hand to block the fall.
Deng Li let out a heavy breath.
“I really don’t know why you’re still being stubborn.”
Song Chisui pressed her thin lips tightly together, her brows lightly furrowing. At this moment, Deng Li was like a parent, and also like a guardian, watching her every move. It gave people the feeling that they had to be protected by her.
Deng Li pulled a long face, stood up, and drew the curtain. Then she turned around and crouched down, her hands lightly landing at Song Chisui’s chest, where the first button was.
Song Chisui’s breath caught. “What are you doing…?”
“Bathing you. Taking off your clothes.”
Deng Li did not notice anything strange at all and wholeheartedly treated her like a child.
She was only a younger sister a few years younger. What was the big deal?
Her fingers reacted faster than her brain. The first button was undone at once, revealing a trace of fair neck. That cold white made her neck look like a high-grade piece of jade.
Deng Li’s fingers trembled faintly, and even her breathing lightened.
Song Chisui gritted her pearly teeth. Her icy little hand grabbed Deng Li’s large hand. Her face turned faintly red as she looked in another direction.
“I’ll take them off myself.”
Her little ears stuck out slightly, and they even seemed to tremble very nimbly.
Deng Li let go. Her whole body sat back, and she gave a somewhat dry cough.
“All right. Once you finish washing, I’ll help you again.”
After saying that, she lifted the shower curtain and sat outside the door to wait.
The semi-transparent hanging curtain was like silk made from silkworm threads, thin and breathable, and one could still see the shadow of the person outside.
At this moment, Deng Li had dragged over a small stool and was sitting right beside it, both hands hanging over her knees. Occasionally, she took out her phone to look at it.
Song Chisui breathed weakly.
“You’re just sitting here?”
Deng Li lifted the curtain at once and stared at her.
“Of course. What if you fall again?”
Song Chisui turned her head away.
“When you speak, don’t pull open the curtain.”
Her hands were undoing the buttons of her clothes. At this moment, they were crossed over each other as if protecting herself.
Deng Li’s right eye twitched.
“I know.”
The bathroom quieted, leaving only the sound of fabric being removed.
Through the thin curtain, the shadow that came through just happened to show the young girl’s upper body. She sat sideways, and the light and shadow outlined her delicate shoulders and neck, her silhouette graceful and curved.
Deng Li held her breath and lowered her head to look at herself.
The quiet awkwardness made her mouth dry. Deng Li swallowed and began chatting with her.
“You danced ballet when you were little?”
Song Chisui turned on the faucet and began running hot water. Only after a while did she reply, “Deng Li, are you very good at tearing open other people’s wounds?”
“Why are you calling me Deng Li? Call me Sister.”
The other party did not speak. Her arm reached out and handed Deng Li the dress she had taken off.
Looking closely, Song Chisui had even wrapped her small clothes inside the dress.
Just how shy was she?
She did not answer Deng Li.
Deng Li continued, “Ballet is good. Elegant, graceful, and very suitable for you. The first time I saw you, I felt that you were like that black swan.”
“Black swan?”
“Oh no, white swan. I said it wrong.”
She corrected herself.
“A long, slender neck. Thin, delicate hands. Dressed all in snow-white. Elegant and proud.”
She was also like a white camellia, blooming fully, one blossom after another. Even if she fell without withering, even if she died, she would do so in the most beautiful posture.
Song Chisui was exactly like that.
Inside, Song Chisui quietly washed her body. After a long while, she finally spoke to Deng Li.
“I don’t like dancing anymore.”
Deng Li asked, “Then what do you like?”
Song Chisui said, “Painting. I entrust my mood to my paintings.”
Like that dark forest?
Deng Li swallowed.
“What I said just now wasn’t because I was comforting you. I really can help treat your legs.”
“You’re so noisy. I’m going to soak in the bath.”
She really was so cold.
But indeed, how could Song Chisui trust her with only a few words?
Deng Li stood up and gently closed the door.
Only after reaching the bedroom did she wake the silent system in her mind.
“Time to work.”
The blue screen in her mind lit up, and the system bounced around.
“Congratulations, Host. You have successfully unlocked Hibiscus Cream. Would you like to obtain it? It can eliminate the scars on your body.”
“Oh right. I need to quickly remove the scars and enter the entertainment industry.”
“Exactly, exactly. You can’t forget what you want.”
Deng Li pinched her chin and thought for a while.
“That thing you mentioned last time, the one that can help treat leg injuries. What was it called again?”
“Tendon-Renewal Oil.”
“Right. I want that.”
The system said in a surprised tone, “Your current positive value is only 1000. If you exchange 888 for this, then you won’t be able to exchange for Hibiscus Cream!”
How could she not know that? But matters had priorities. Right now, the most important thing was naturally treating Song Chisui’s legs.
“I want this one. Hurry.”
System: “All right. Please wait.”
On the blue screen, the bottle named Tendon-Renewal Oil in the upper right corner spun once. From a dim gray, it suddenly turned red, bright and vivid.
Deng Li closed her eyes. When she opened them again, there was a bottle in her hand that looked somewhat like safflower oil.
“Are you sure this isn’t safflower oil?”
System: “What safflower oil? This is a proper medicine that can treat her legs.”
“Does she drink it?”
“External use!”
Not only was it for external use, it also needed to be used consistently for a long period. Treating both legs was not a matter of a day or two. Haste made waste.
Deng Li obtained the little medicine bottle, but she could not apply it on Song Chisui directly. She had to find an excuse, something that would make Song Chisui obediently listen.
After putting away the Tendon-Renewal Oil, Deng Li returned to the bathroom.
At this moment, the bathroom was wreathed in mist, emitting the utterly cold fragrance of camellia.
Song Chisui seemed to really like this scent of body wash. Extremely cold, almost scentless, just right for her.
“Xiao Sui.”
After soaking for a while, Song Chisui felt extremely comfortable, as if her whole body and mind had relaxed.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked toward the shower curtain.
“What is it?”
Deng Li covered her mouth and coughed.
“To prevent you from catching cold, I’ll help you wash your hair. That’ll be faster.”
She had just spent 888 positive value points, so now she was once again a penniless pauper. She had to find more opportunities for close contact.
Song Chisui was silent for a long while, seeming to think it over.
Deng Li added, “You can cover yourself with a bath towel. That way, I won’t be able to see you. What do you think?”
Song Chisui thought for a while. Sooner or later, Deng Li would have to come in and help anyway, so she simply nodded.
“Come in.”
Deng Li lifted the curtain and immediately met Song Chisui’s eyes.
It seemed to be a somewhat resistant gaze.
Deng Li’s eyes did not wander. She only dragged the small stool behind Song Chisui and sat down.
She rolled up her sleeves, revealing lotus-white slender wrists, and gently gathered Song Chisui’s hair. Her black hair was like ink, thick and lush. Deng Li thought of when they had been in the lake, that head of hair floating like seaweed, along with that delicate, exquisite, well-proportioned figure blooming like a flower in the water.
She could not help glancing at Song Chisui. A thin bath towel covered her body, but by now it was already soaked, completely clinging to her skin, revealing her excellent figure in full.
The soaked bath towel gave off hot steam, making it seem like a flimsy attempt at concealment.
Her cold white skin had been soaked until it carried a faint blush, making the white turn rosy and giving color to that coldly beautiful camellia.
So beautiful. Exquisitely beautiful.
Her arms were slender, her collarbones bright and striking. When Deng Li brushed aside her bangs, her full forehead was revealed. Looking at her like this, Song Chisui had a standard oval face, a full forehead, a slender chin, and smooth facial lines.
Deng Li squeezed out the foam, gently rubbed it open in her palm until it lathered, then slowly spread it evenly over Song Chisui’s head.
Song Chisui took a deep breath. Beneath the thin bath towel, her chest rose and fell, vivid and moving.
“Where does it itch? I’ll scratch it for you.”
Deng Li transformed into a little hair-washing attendant, respectfully serving this young miss from above. The positive value in her mind also kept rising, making her more and more motivated the longer she washed.
“Wash everywhere. Gently.”
Song Chisui relaxed. Her hands were folded over her lower abdomen, her eyes closed, enjoying it very much.
Deng Li washed and rubbed her long hair while leaning closer to her, saying softly, “I know a medical doctor. She’s very impressive and specializes in disabilities caused by psychological factors. Her medical skills are excellent, and she’s young and accomplished. If we let her treat you, it will definitely work.”
Song Chisui opened her eyes, her lashes like silver needles.
“More impressive than Doctor Du?”
“Of course! Du Jinyue specializes in something different from her. She’s even treated a vegetative patient before.”
Once she said this, the other woman’s eyes shifted. Seeing that there was hope, Deng Li continued, “She has time this week. If you’re willing, I’ll take you with me for an examination.”
Song Chisui’s eyes flickered for a while, then dimmed again.
“If she were some famous person, how could I not know?”
Over the years, she had spent large sums of money looking for people to help treat her legs. Most people at the beginning all said they could do it. But in the end, after disappointment again and again, she had accumulated enough of it.
“Could she be another fraud?”
Song Chisui muttered to herself and immediately thought that maybe it was a fraud Deng Li had partnered with.
Deng Li waved a hand.
“Experts often hide among the common folk. There’s also an old saying: doctors do not knock at the door. Even if a doctor knows you can be saved, they won’t take the initiative to come find you. That’s an industry rule.”
Did that mean the ones who had taken the initiative to seek her out before were all frauds?
Song Chisui lowered her lashes and thought deeply.
“Go. Let’s go take a look.”
Deng Li leaned beside her ear, gently tapping at her.
After a long while, the child finally gave a muffled mm.
“Just once.”
“Okay!”
Once the conversation ended, her hair was also washed. Deng Li rinsed the foam away with water, wrapped her in the hair towel, and helped her sit up.
When Song Chisui rose, her body lifted a curtain of water. With a splash, countless droplets streamed down her silk-like back, outlining the butterfly bones there. Heat rose from her back, bringing a burst of fragrance.
Her skin was like jade. From behind, the proportion of her waist and hips was stunning. Beneath her waist was a pair of shallow dimples, and following her waist upward, every segment of her spine was distinct.
Deng Li’s hand curled. Her body leaned forward, and her fingertips landed on Song Chisui’s butterfly bones.
“Come. I’ll carry you out.”
Her warm palm covered Song Chisui’s back. Song Chisui could not help trembling, her breathing held tight.
But she was powerless and could only ask the person before her for help.
Seeing that she did not react, Deng Li’s palm slid beneath Song Chisui’s armpit, while her other hand lifted the back of her legs.
Although Song Chisui was unwilling, she could only endure it.
She was just about to lean into Deng Li’s arms when Deng Li quickly let go of her.
“Wait a moment.”
After speaking, she rolled up her sleeves right in front of Song Chisui.
From her wrist, she rolled them almost all the way to her armpit, yet Deng Li still felt it was not enough. She wished she could take off her jacket and carry Song Chisui directly like that, because the contact area would be larger, and the points would be higher.
Seeing her like this, Song Chisui’s breathing quickened.
“What are you doing now?”
Deng Li said solemnly, “Rolling up my sleeves. It makes it easier to carry you.”
Her left hand hooked behind Song Chisui’s legs, and the positive value increased by 20. Her right arm supported Song Chisui’s back, making sure the entire arm was pressed against the skin of her back, and the positive value increased by another 20. Her right palm then naturally scooped beneath Song Chisui’s armpit and steadily lifted the soft little person up.
Her fingertips sank into something tender, as if touching the skin beneath Song Chisui’s arm.
Positive value increased by 50!
Deng Li’s fingers went numb, and her pupils widened at once.
If even an unimportant area could give such high points, she could not help lowering her head and looking at what was hidden beneath the bath towel. Those were all high-score zones for positive value.
The bath towel clung tightly to Song Chisui’s skin, outlining her delicate curves and covering the distance from collarbone to knees. At the bend of her waist and legs, the thin bath towel stuck close to her skin, making her appear snow-white.
Mist swirled around them, carrying fragrance. At this moment, it was as if Deng Li were looking at an exquisite dessert. She could not help swallowing.
After all, who could resist something that increased positive value?
She looked from Song Chisui’s toes upward, all the way to her swan-like neck. Droplets seeped down from her neck, which still carried a faint redness. Who could understand? To Deng Li, Song Chisui was treasure from head to toe. She could not help wanting to press close.
Even pressing close to her neck would probably raise quite a few points.
Farther up was that charming oval face, rosy lips, small nose bridge, and those almond-like… ah, wolf-like eyes, currently glaring at her.
“If you keep looking, I’ll dig out your eyeballs.”
Deng Li shivered and forced a smile.
“Isn’t it better to have someone help you?”
She carried her away, her chest facing Song Chisui’s little head exactly, allowing Song Chisui to lean against her steadily.
Song Chisui looked up with a sneer.
Deng Li, this pervert. Who knew how long she planned to take liberties with her?
The two of them quieted at the same time, as if a single word or one glance would break some strange feeling.
Deng Li placed her in the wheelchair, covered her with a dry bath towel, and pulled the wet towel out from underneath. She did not look sideways and did not dare touch too much. Only then was the work considered complete. Then she lifted her again and walked toward the bed.
Song Chisui leaned in her embrace, countless possibilities flashing through her mind. How could she have let such a dangerous person help her bathe, and even…
Those bad images from the dream came again. Her heart tightened, and she felt that the hand at the bend of her knee was especially hot, so hot that she seemed about to melt.
She stared fixedly at Deng Li.
After being stared at for a long time, Deng Li paused and glanced down at her.
“Mm?”
She lowered her eyes and skillfully avoided Deng Li’s gaze.
When they reached the bedside, she was gently set down. Deng Li covered her properly with the quilt, and nothing bad happened.
The images in her mind also vanished completely.
Song Chisui let out a breath and nestled obediently beneath the quilt.
Deng Li found a blue hair dryer. She wound up the cord and turned her head to glance at Song Chisui.
“You can dry your own hair, right?”
The person on the bed was wrapped in the quilt and the towel, with only her snow-white little face exposed. Her pair of black eyes blinked.
“I can.”
She was as obedient as a Russian nesting doll.
Deng Li laughed out loud.
So cute.
Song Chisui’s gaze was cold and severe.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Nothing.”
She placed the hair dryer on the bedside table and touched Song Chisui’s neatly wrapped head.
“Be careful. I’m going to bathe.”
After Deng Li’s figure left, Song Chisui reached out and touched the place that had just been touched. There was still a trace of warmth there, left behind by Deng Li.
After drying her hair and putting on her sleeping dress, Song Chisui finally lay down comfortably.
Deng Li was still soaking in the bath at this moment. Occasionally, a couple of high hums could be heard.
After singing for a while, she quieted and switched to humming softly.
Song Chisui turned her head and took the small blue box from the bedside. She slowly opened it and held the transparent mother-of-pearl button.
She did not know why Deng Li would secretly help her, but she did not want to ask anymore.
Looking at the button under the lamp, she could see the fine, shining patterns on the mother-of-pearl.
She stared at it in a daze until Deng Li opened the bathroom door. Only then did Song Chisui come back to herself, put the button back, and hide it properly.
Deng Li wore a long shirt, revealing two lotus-colored long legs, and quickly ran toward the bed.
She neatly pulled the pillow and quilt down from the bed and made her floor bed.
Song Chisui half narrowed her eyes and watched her.
Deng Li shivered while breathing warm air into her hands, then wrapped herself up like a caterpillar lying on the floor.
After bathing, a warm fragrance came from her body. It was faint, hot, and refreshing.
Song Chisui breathed in small mouthfuls and could not fall asleep for a while.
Deng Li closed her eyes, inhaled through her nose, opened her mouth wider and wider, then sneezed heavily.
“Achoo.”
She got up, pulled out a tissue, blew her nose, and muttered to herself, “Eh, did I catch cold?”
When she spoke, her voice buzzed. There were already signs of a cold.
Deng Li wrapped the quilt tighter around herself. She thought she was not that weak, but then she also thought that this body she had transmigrated into was definitely not as resistant as her own. Added to falling into the lake and staying up all night caring for someone without stopping, how could she not catch a cold?
She pulled the quilt higher, just enough to cover her face. Suddenly, she felt a gaze coming from above. Deng Li lifted her eyes and happened to meet a pair of glass-like black eyes.
They were like a lone wolf gazing at a lamb, quiet and cold.
“You caught cold?”
Song Chisui’s voice was icy.
“How could I catch cold? I’m strong and healthy, and I exercise all year round. How could I catch a cold over some tiny little achoo… thing?”
Deng Li pulled out another tissue and stared blankly at Song Chisui.
After a while, the person on the bed lifted her lashes, and her gaze shifted to the large empty space behind her.
“From now on, I allow you to sleep on the bed.”
Deng Li’s heart skipped a beat, and her ears seemed to buzz.
“What?”
She had not heard wrong, right?
“If you get sick, who will send me to school?” Song Chisui explained calmly.
Deng Li’s heart seemed to be filled by a spring of water, surging toward her limbs, making her feel extremely happy and comfortable.
Holding her quilt, she circled around to the other side of the bed and reached out to touch the high-end Simmons mattress she had dreamed of day and night.
A bed worth several million. She had come.
“How embarrassing. I’ll affect your sleep, won’t I?”
She clung reluctantly to the quilt, afraid Song Chisui would regret it.
The other woman pressed the corners of her mouth together.
“If you think it’s inappropriate, then…”
“It’s appropriate. Very appropriate.”
Afraid she would change her mind, Deng Li sat on the bed at once, then lay down along the way, arranging her little quilt.
Once she got on the bed, the entire mattress sank slightly, and Song Chisui inevitably sank along with it.
With another person suddenly beside her, it felt different from when Deng Li had been on the floor. This meant that no matter whether Deng Li turned over, breathed, or accidentally shook her quilt, Song Chisui could easily feel it.
She touched her beating heart. It seemed to be protesting with regret.
Deng Li comfortably bumped her back against the bed, then touched the mattress worth millions. The surface was soft, while the middle was firm. When sleeping, the human spine could remain straight, but the side that touched the skin was very soft. The design was seamless, simply tailor-made for wealthy people.
She smiled and said to the side, “This bed is really comfortable.”
It was dark, so she could not see Song Chisui’s expression, but she could see her eyeballs roll. A serious voice came.
“Now that you’re up here, don’t move around.”
Meaning, she had to be quieter.
“All right.”
“We agree on three rules. My sleep is light, and I don’t like people moving around.”
“I won’t move.”
“And you’re not allowed to make strange sounds.”
“What counts as strange sounds?”
“Like just now. Saying things like ‘so comfortable.’”
That was strange too? Deng Li gave an mm, counting it as agreement.
“What’s the third rule?”
“Third, you and I have our own quilts. You may not steal mine, and you absolutely cannot sleep into my quilt.”
Song Chisui emphasized this rule.
“If you break it, you’ll go back to sleeping on the floor in the future.”
Deng Li lay on her side facing her, propping her head with one hand. Hearing this, she could not help laughing.
“What are you laughing at?”
“No, I was just thinking, what if you steal my quilt and sleep into mine?”
“That’s impossible.” Song Chisui denied it. “In short, don’t think that just because you’ve gotten onto the same bed, my view of you has changed. I’m only afraid that if you get sick, no one will look after me, and someone will have to look after you instead.”
She quieted down, lying on her left side facing Song Chisui. The two of them were less than thirty centimeters apart. They could even hear each other’s breathing and heartbeats.
Deng Li said softly, “All right. No problem.”
Such a young age, such a little person, yet she had so many big problems.
Deng Li knew she was the older sister and that she was broad-minded, so naturally, she would not argue with her. Children could simply be coaxed, tricked a little, and yielded to.
As for benefits—
The moon rose in the east, soon reaching the top of the sky. It was almost midnight.
Song Chisui had already fallen asleep. Pale moonlight spilled in through the window, shining on her fair face.
Her lashes were like little fans, casting shadows beneath her eyes.
Deng Li brought her face closer and listened to her breathing. Song Chisui’s breath was weak, and her heartbeat was slow. One could almost not hear the signs of her existence.
Deng Li held her breath. After confirming that the child was sound asleep, she slowly withdrew back to her own place and let out a soft breath.
Taking advantage of Song Chisui being asleep, Deng Li’s hand reached out from her quilt and picked up a corner of Song Chisui’s blanket. Her lotus-colored hand was like a swimming snake, slipping into the other woman’s quilt.
The quilt was warm, soft, and fluffy. One inch farther in, and she touched slightly cool skin.
Song Chisui’s fingers trembled faintly, and her brows furrowed.
Deng Li withdrew her hand and waited silently for a while. Only after the little person settled back into sleep did she once again reach over with her large hand. This time, she happened to be able to hold the other woman’s small hand tightly.
Hehe, positive value. Here she came.
Author’s Note:
Deng Li: Don’t want close contact? I insist on close contact!
Song Chisui: I’ll stab you with a needle!
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