Collapsing 11 Boundaries 2
Despicable Xie wanted to know where he was despicable but based on this Jiang Xieâs appearance, he didnât want to mention it.
He didnât mention it and Xie Xi couldnât ask. Wasnât it more despicable to ask?
Xie Xi still had to work hard to survive the âprevious synopsis.â
It was obviously Jiang Xie who pressed Xie Xi against the sofa and kissed him into a mess. He felt like he had been terribly wronged as this person got up and silently returned to his bedroom.
Xie Xi saw the hair dryer on the ground and could only bend to collect it. Perhaps the fall had broken it. He turned it on and wind no longer came out.
In such a tense situation, it wasnât good for Xie Xi to study the hairdryer. He could only put it in the bathroom first. Jiang Xieâs hair still wasnât dry but he wouldnât let Xie Xi help anymore.
Xie Xi sat outside for a while and didnât know what to do. It was obvious that this place had one bedroom and the two of them were sleeping together.
Jiang Xie was currently in the bedroom. Despicable Xie didnât know if he should go in or not.
It was also strange to waste time. Xie Xi went to the bookshelf and casually grabbed a book, ready to rummage through it.
Perhaps he could go into the room to sleep once Jiang Xie had calmed down.
After all, he had no experience being at loggerheads with his husband and had to fumble around.
The book he grabbed had an interesting name. It was called âChicken Conquers the World.â
Xie Xi opened the first page and found that it contained a shocking series of data. The number of chickens was so large that it turned out that humans were too dependent on this most common poultry.
The contents of the book were interesting but Xie Xi was distracted by the occasional notes on the edge of the book.
There were a few words written in black pen and Xie Xi could see that this was his own handwriting.
Had he read this book? Or had he read it in the previous summary?
Xie Xiâs mind moved. He put down the book and went to the bookshelf. This time, he casually grabbed a book of poems. He opened it and saw his own handwriting. Then he grabbed a social sciences book. After opening it, he once again saw the words he wrote.
After opening more than 10 books in succession, it wasnât surprising for Xie Xi to see his own words.
The contents were mostly the impression he got when reading, identification of satire. The elegant words were written casually.
What did this mean? Previously, most of these books had been read by Xie Xi.
Xie Xi took advantage of the time while Jiang Xie didnât come out to open several more books.
The handwriting varied greatly. It wasnât written in a short period of time and some even had the date written. It wasnât until Xie Xi saw some words he left five years ago that a fact was established.
This revamped and unusual office had a great chance of being his own. What the hell happened? He and Jiang Xie were living in an office? What happened between them that he was close to being Jiang Xieâs prisoner. Was he imprisoned and controlled here?
It would be impossible to guess the truth out of thin air, even if Xie Xiâs brain hole was bigger than the sky. Not to mention, his brain hole couldnât be as big as Jiang Xie.
Once it was 9 oâclock, Xie Xi went to take a bath and slowly went to the bedroom. There was only one bed and they had been living together for a while. He shouldnât be affected and should just go to sleep.
After pushing open the door, Xie Xi saw Jiang Xie lying on the left side. This person was lying on the side of the door, blanket lying around his waist and most of his back exposed to the outside.
âIsnât it cold?â Xie Xi muttered in his heart. He wasnât sure if his despicable self was qualified to cover Jiang Xie with the blanketâŚ
Well, this person seemed to be asleep? Xie Xi went over to look and found that this guy was really asleep. HIs left hand was placed under the pillow as always and his brow was wrinkled as he fell asleep.
Xie Xi was deeply versed in the art of dreams and concluded that this guy was drowning. He couldnât summon Roast Pork Bun, which meant he couldnât use Dreaming.
In theory, he could draw Roast Pork Bun with the godâs wisdom but Xie Xi didnât want to create an existing life. It was too weird and didnât show respect to Roast Pork Bun.
Moreover, this situation wasnât suitable for Dreaming. Dreaming didnât dream of the real past and this was what Xie Xi needed to know the most. Love in the dream was useless. He had to unravel Jiang Xieâs heart knot in reality.
Xie Xi gently covered Jiang Xie and took off his shoes to go to bed.
There was no hurry. He would first observe, understand the status quo and study the situation.
It wasnât too early. Xie Xi was tired from a day of thinking and he fell asleep soon after lying on the comfortable bed.
In his daze, Xie Xi vaguely felt the familiar embrace. He definitely wouldnât hide and instead found a comfortable position.
The two people were used to sleeping together and this had long been instinctive.
The man holding him seemed to be stiff but in the end, he carefully protected Xie Xi and made him sleep comfortably.
Xie Xi slept all night and felt a hundred times more energetic. He could clean up Taurus in one breath⌠well, that was the illusion.
There were large windows in the lounge that wasnât visible at night. The light was really strong during the day and this meant people couldnât sleep late.
OF course, Xie Xi also didnât have the habit of sleeping late. He got out of bed and didnât see Jiang Xie.
There was no one in the bedroom. The kitchen⌠the door was locked and no one could enter.
The office was only a few rooms and he searched it several times. Xie Xi confirmed that Jiang Xie had left and also locked the kitchen door. Was he planning to starve Jiang Xie?
Xie Xi first went to the bathroom to wash and when he finished, he found a dining cart beside the door.
What the hell? He looked down and found that breakfast was quite rich.
Despite knowing that the wooden door was definitely locked, Xie Xi still pushed it with a disbelieving expression. It couldnât be pushed open.
âJiang Xie, you have become more and more advanced. You are into the prisoner X play!â
Of course, it was impossible to trap Xie Xi. He could easily escape even without the godâs wisdom and sketch pen.
Still, what was the use of going out? He had to coax the soul, not speed up the rate of collapse?
Xie Xi first ate breakfast. The kitchen door was locked so he could only place the tableware on the dining cart.
It was estimated that there were cameras around. By the time Xie Xi entered the bedroom and went out, the dining cart had already been removed.
No one came all morning but Xie Xi wasnât bored. He read and wrote, acting quite leisurely.
Lunch was sent the same way. This was much richer than breakfast. There were seven or eight different dishes and it was enough for three or four people to eat casually.
Xie Xi didnât exercise much and he didnât have a big appetite. After eating a bit, he pushed it away. By the way, he hated Jiang Xieâs wasteful actions.
There was still no one in the afternoon. Xie Xi took a nap and woke up to read. Fortunately, the books were very interesting. He read them and werenât bored.
In the evening, Jiang Xie returned. He was still a peaceful and steady elite when entering the house. However, once he and Xie Xi met, the shadows would appear.
Xie Xi really wanted to know what he done to make Jiang Xie crazy like this.
Jiang Xieâs gaze didnât change and his voice was still calm. âWhat do you want to eat?â
Xie Xi had no appetite. âAnything is fine.â
Jiang Xie didnât say anything else. He silently opened the kitchen door and went in to cook. Breakfast and lunch were clearly made by famous chefs then Jiang Xie came back to cook in the evening.
It made Xie Xi very puzzled. He could understand the closed kitchen door. After all, it was full of knives and was very dangerous.
Then why did Jiang Xie want to cook for himself? Wasnât it easier to have someone deliver dinner like they did breakfast and lunch?
In addition, why live together if he hated a person? Wasnât this self-torture? Self-tortureâŚ
Xie Xi felt like he had touched something.
Jiang Xie was busy in the kitchen. This time, Xie Xi didnât wait outside but walked in and said, âLet me help you.â
Jiang Xie was cutting vegetables for a dish and whispered, âNo.â
Xie Xi told him, âI will give you a hand by washing the vegetablesâŚâ
Then he picked up the tomatoes.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Xie grabbed him, eyes falling on his fingers. Then Jiang Xie spoke sarcastically, âYou always use these fingers to be tricky. What can they do?â
Xie Xi, ââŚâ Thorns flew from these words, not allowing people to answer.
Jiang Xie told him, âYou canât help. Go out and wait.â
Xie Xi could only obediently leave. Under Taurusâ gentle surface was a hedgehog with spikes. It was really difficult to start.
Dinner finished and they slept silently. Apart from being hugged in the middle of the night, Xie Xi wasnât close to Jiang Xie at all.
After three days of the same routine, Xie Xi couldnât stand it. His energy was being consumed and Taurusâ state would only get worse. Xie Xi had to know what happened between them previously.
How could he do this? Xie Xi suddenly remembered the eraser of the last world.
This was the machine that rational people used to erase memories but it could also be used to view memories.
The so-called erasure was to extract the memories and then destroy them. However, as long as the last step was omitted, couldnât he extract the memories and then return them after seeing them?
Xie Xi thought about it carefully and felt it was feasible. It wasnât possible to directly erase Jiang Xieâs bad memories. This wouldnât cure the problem and would only increase the difficulty of the repair. If he wanted this person to recover, he had to get rid of the roots.
Xie Xi knew there was a camera in the place but he could easily disrupt this type of thing. He made an eraser during the day and waited until Jiang Xie fell asleep at night to use it.
After extracting the memories, he should put them back as soon as possible or Jiang Xie would notice.
Xie Xi drew a memory copying machine and first copied the memories. It was done and Xie Xi sighed with relief.
He didnât hurry to look at them now and went to sleep first. No one was present during the day and there were plenty of times to watch the memories.
He opened his eyes the next day and Jiang Xie was gone. Xie Xi breathed out and used a small palm detector. He found there was only one camera in the bedroom and was relieved.
There were many memories and it would probably take a while to watch all of them.
Xie Xi put on the helmet and entered the pre-existing summary.
These were Jiang Xieâs memories and were supposed to be from Jiang Xieâs perspective. However, he could correct the angle of view of the memories. He could choose a godâs perspective or choose a single person perspective.
Xie Xi chose the perspective of âhimself.â This would allow him to see more details that were ignored by Jiang Xie.
Xie Xi vision changed and he found himself standing in a gorgeously lit banquet hall.
The people were dressed up, especially the ladies. They wore beautiful evening dressed with gorgeous jewellery that was more eye-catching than the crystal lights suspended in midair.
Xi held a red wine glass in his hand and his eyes fell on a tall woman in a long dress with a high collar.
The woman seemed aware of his gaze and turned her head. The familiar facial features stunned Xie Xi.
Xie Xi was full of surprise but he wasnât afraid of showing it. After all, these memories were like a TV show. They were set up a long time ago and would keep continuing.
Xie Xi âsawâ Â himself walk to Jiang Xie and opened his mouth. âMiss Jiang.â
âMiss Jiangâ has a polite smile that was a bit unnatural as she touched her cup to his.
Xie Xiâs lips curved in a slight smile. âIs your throat still not good?â
âMiss Jiangâ nodded with some apologies on her face. Xie Xi suggested, âIf thatâs the case, donât drink alcohol.â
Then he took Jiang Xieâs cup and drank from it. Jiang Xie was stunned. Xie Xi snapped his fingers and a waiter brought a glass of grape juice. This was very similar to the colour of red wine and its identity would be unknown without drinking it.
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Xie Xi skillfully picked up the empty glass, poured the grape juice into it and politely handed it to Jiang Xie. âDrink this.â
âMiss Jiangâ took the glass with her gloved hand and slightly nodded as a form of thanks.
At this time, Xie Xi suddenly opened his mouth. âI heard your younger brother has returned to ChinaâŚâ
âMiss Jiangâ heard these words and clearly tensed.
Xie Xi smiled. âYour brother is truly excellent. He is only 17 years old yet he got a double degree. He must be the pillar of Jiang in the future.â