Back at the rented apartment, Shen Lu only needed to do some simple tidying up. While she was waiting for Wang Daguo, Cai Su had not only washed the dishes but had also wiped all the kitchenware sparkling clean.
Shen Lu went to the public bathhouse to take a shower, then returned to change Fu Cheng’s dressing.
Before changing his dressing, Shen Lu started a pot of rice, dried her hands, took out the gauze and medicinal powder, and poured a basin of clean water to wipe the wound with later.
Fu Cheng watched her bustle about, his heart filled with a deep sense of guilt.
’He’d been so useless today, letting Mrs. Shen slap Shen Lu.’
Shen Lu’s hand, which was unwrapping the gauze, was suddenly held gently. Looking at the large, scar-crossed palm, she raised her eyes in confusion.
"What’s wrong?"
Fu Cheng’s lips moved a few times, but he gave up. He tapped her Light Brain with his finger, a hopeful look in his eyes.
Shen Lu understood. "You want to watch videos, right? I’ll turn it on for you."
A Light Brain’s screen could be shared with others if the privacy mode was disabled. Shen Lu didn’t know what Fu Cheng liked to watch, so she found a comedy and played it.
Fu Cheng was speechless. ’That wasn’t what he wanted to see.’
The man held onto Shen Lu’s hand, refusing to let go, his lips pressed into a displeased line.
"You don’t like comedies? How about DouDou, then?"
"You don’t like that either? Then what do you want to watch?"
Shen Lu went through a list of options, and just before her patience ran out, she finally figured out what Fu Cheng wanted.
In theory, a Light Brain was bound to a single person. Once bound, no one else could use it.
However, it could also be shared temporarily.
In other words, as long as Shen Lu gave her authorization, the Light Brain could connect to another person’s biological brainwaves.
The flashy pages on the screen closed one by one, leaving only a blank document.
With some difficulty, Fu Cheng used his brainwaves to write on the document.
Fu Cheng: I’m sorry, I couldn’t protect you today.
After writing that line, beads of sweat broke out on Fu Cheng’s forehead.
The strength of one’s biological brainwaves was closely related to their Spiritual Sea. His Spiritual Sea had been severely damaged, making it even weaker than that of an ordinary person. Even writing on the screen was a struggle for him.
Shen Lu found it rather baffling.
"Are you talking about what happened with Mrs. Shen?"
Fu Cheng: Yes.
"You’re injured. Your job is to focus on getting better. I can protect myself." Shen Lu realized her words sounded a bit hurtful and quickly added, "I don’t mean you’re meddling."
The light in Fu Cheng’s eyes dimmed.
’He could tell. Shen Lu had never expected his protection. In her mind, he was probably the one who needed protecting.’
The atmosphere suddenly grew heavy. Shen Lu could only close the document and randomly play a video, hoping the sound would ease the tension.
After changing the dressing, Shen Lu washed her hands again.
"How about I buy you a Light Brain? You can use it to pass the time when you’re bored."
Fu Cheng closed his eyes, his posture a clear rejection.
’A Light Brain cost at least eight or nine thousand Star Coins. He knew Shen Lu was earning a lot now, but he didn’t want her to keep spending money on him.’
’Her Lucky Cat didn’t look very happy.’


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