If there's anything that can capture Alister's heart, it must be the world's most adorable and aloof beauty.
So, Alister opened the door and half-jokingly asked, "Why are you here?"
"I missed you." Yumikou embraced him coldly and said softly, "I asked a question I already knew the answer to and bit you."
She lightly nibbled Alister's ear, subconsciously holding him tighter.
After a few seconds, a white dove flew over the horizon of the church, and it seemed like the two of them had become intimate.
"Cough, cough..."
Luorou emerged from behind the sofa, her mood complicated. With her head slightly tilted, her short blue hair fell, and she tried to sound cheerful, saying, "Ah... Welcome to the Psychological Rehabilitation Department. I am Alister's colleague, Luorou."
Upon hearing her voice, Yumikou, who was immersed in Alister's presence, also opened her beautiful eyes, and a hint of softness appeared in her cold gaze.
"Yumikou." She nodded at Luorou, showing respect, "Alister will be under your care from now on. Thank you."
"No, no, no. I should say that I'll be taken care of by Mr. Bai from now on..." Luorou replied with an angelic and warm smile, "It looks like you two have a great relationship."
"...Mm." Yumikou's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fair neck blushed a little.
Is their relationship really that good? Luorou glanced at Alister and pursed her lips in thought.
She decided not to disturb them anymore, withdrew to the sofa, and continued eating her lunch.
The gentle breeze gently swayed the curtains, causing the little hanging ornaments to sway from side to side, making a faint rustling sound.
Luorou lowered her eyelids and looked at the lunchbox in her hand. She poked the fried chicken cutlet with her chopsticks, seemingly contemplating whether to eat it or not.
"How did you get into the Ji Family Group?"
"I have permission to enter and leave the Ji Family Group."
Behind her, the soft voices of Yumikou and Alister lingered in Luorou's ears, making her stare at the fried chicken cutlet for a long time.
For some reason, her breathing felt a bit heavy... What's wrong with her?
Luorou sighed softly and looked absentmindedly at the azure sky of A City for a moment.
She remembered something from her childhood, taking the 8 a.m. bus with her grandmother to visit A City. Everything was so novel and bustling.
"Grandma, this cake looks so pretty, I really want to eat it!"
Back then, she would look up at the high-end cake shop's display window, her eyes shining, pulling her grandmother's hand eagerly...
"Little Rou, come on, let's go inside and buy the cake for you!"
Her grandmother smiled kindly at her, even though her pension would not be available for some time.
"I love Grandma the most!"
However, after they entered the shop, the shop assistant apologetically said something to her grandmother.
"Grandma, what did that lady say?"
She should have known...
"Little Rou, see if there's any other cake you like. This one has already been reserved by someone else."
"Oh... Grandma, let's go..."
Helpless situations, indeed...
Luorou sighed softly.
But as a specially appointed psychological counselor for the Ji Family Group, she quickly adjusted her state. She picked up the fried chicken cutlet and savored it leisurely, just as she always did.
The usual azure sky, the usual lunchtime, the usual crispy fried chicken cutlet, and the gentle breeze bringing ripples to the river...
Everything seemed fine, suitable for singing in the early days of spring...
But... why did she feel a little bitter?
Luorou curled up behind the sofa, silently eating her lunch, just like when she was a child, savoring every bite...
...
"I envy them..."
...
"Luorou, it's your turn."
"Okay, okay, it's my turn!"
Alister looked at the playing cards in his hand and reminded Luorou, who nervously extended her hand, then drew the leftmost card from Alister's hand.
Taking it, it was the Ace of Spades, which matched with her own Ace of Spades and could be played.
Luorou hummed like singing, revealing the confident smile of a psychological counselor, gently and gracefully placing the two Aces of Spades on the coffee table.
"Oh, the Ace of Spades, I'm leading~" She leaned forward, her light blue hair falling on her white silk-covered thighs.
"Mm." Alister responded softly, still looking at his cards.
"It's my turn," Yumikou replied coldly, then drew one of Luorou's cards.
Alister, Luorou, and Yumikou were playing Crazy Eights in the Psychological Rehabilitation Department.
Each person had a set of cards, and the goal was to get rid of all their cards. The first person to play all their cards wins. And the last person left with cards would face severe punishment...
On the coffee table, next to the stack of cards, lay a half-peeled extremely sour orange, bearing witness to the tears of the previous loser.
Silently observing Luorou's reaction, Yumikou slid her fair fingers over Luorou's cards and finally stopped at the second card from the right.
With her divine sense as a cultivator, Yumikou knew that Luorou's card was the "Eight of Spades" – the wild card.
Out of sympathy for Luorou, who had been losing continuously, Yumikou intentionally took away the Eight of Spades.
At the same time, Luorou let out a sigh of relief, her angelic smile becoming even warmer, thinking that she might finally win.
Next was Alister's turn.
After Yumikou shuffled the cards, Alister, with his "Extreme Five Senses," was certain that the middle card in Yumikou's hand was the wild card.
So Alister intentionally took away the wild card, hoping to let Yumikou and Luorou win once.
Unconsciously, a game of wits between players had begun. Neither Yumikou nor Alister wanted to win, and an innocent and lovely ordinary girl was benefiting...
Luorou would probably be the ultimate winner.
"Hey, it's my turn again~?" Luorou's background seemed to glow with a warm light, "My wild card was taken away, so it must be luck—"
With that, she playfully picked a card from Alister's hand, turned it over, and...
Luorou's angelic smile froze for a moment. Her hand hesitated in mid-air, memories of the extremely sour orange flashed through her mind, and her mouth started watering.
It was the wild card.
After Yumikou and Alister's draws, and after a round of draws, the wicked wild card had returned to Luorou's hand.
Yumikou's expression was blank, saying nothing, thinking of the ancestral tradition that cultivators must fulfill their heavenly duties.
Alister also admired Luorou's luck and knew she was probably going to lose again. Yes, it was the fifth time.
"Eh..." Luorou's smile looked a little forced, and her hand slowly inserted the wild card back into her hand. She then looked at Yumikou and said, "It's your turn, Yumikou."
"Sigh..." Yumikou took away one of Luorou's 3 of Diamonds.
Her gaze signaled Alister, "You win this time; I'll try to let Luorou win."
Then she played a pair of 3 of Diamonds, leaving Yumikou with only three cards.
Naturally, Alister understood Yumikou's intention. He drew her card and added it to his last card, completing the game and winning first.
So now only Yumikou and Luorou were left, and even though Yumikou didn't want to see Luorou lose five times in a row, this situation still occurred...
Yumikou deliberately drew away the wild card, but Luorou unknowingly drew it back... Back and forth, it really made people feel for Luorou's luck.
Two minutes later...
"Wuwuwu..."
Tears welled up in Luorou's eyes, asking, "Why did it end up like this?" as she hesitantly put a segment of the extremely sour orange in her mouth. So sour...
Why is it that, despite my wild card being taken away all the time, I still end up losing all...
"No one is a born winner. Maybe it's just an extremely rare event that occurred."
"Uh-huh."
"Wuwuwu... I don't want to play anymore!"