Chapter 201: Pitch Dark
The clouds at the end of July were already starting to get a little cold, and the moist air carried a hint of coolness, blowing in from the door into the warm, air-conditioned room, brushing over two snow-white bodies that were only covered in a single strand of clothing, causing the two sisters to shiver at the same time.

Ning Zhe doesn’t think that you can’t wear suspenders when the weather is cold, but you can’t just wear suspenders. They are not the iron man Sakura girls who wear short skirts and bare legs in Hokkaido. Girls will suffer from dysmenorrhea if their stomachs get cold.

After closing the door to isolate the damp cold air from the outside, Ning Zhe handed the barbecue he had brought back to Zhang Yunwen, who was only wearing a few white silk underwear, and asked, “Aren’t you cold wearing so little?”

“It’s cold, but isn’t there air conditioning?” Zhang Hanying took the formal coat that Ning Zhe had taken off and hung it on the coat rack. She turned around and hugged his arm, then stood on tiptoe and put her soft lips painted with cherry-colored lipstick close to his ear: “Does it look good? We have prepared a surprise for you…”

“You look good in anything you wear. Of course, you look even better without any clothes.” Ning Zhe commented on Ziqian’s aesthetic taste. He already knew what the surprise she was talking about was.

Walking into the room, Zhang Yunwen put the plastic bag of packed food on the coffee table and came to Ning Zhe’s side: “Zi Qian, the bathtub is already filled with water. Do you want to take a hot bath first? Or…”

The tender eyes she looked at Ning Zhe were filled with warmth and tenderness, suggesting that she would agree to whatever he said.

“I’m going to take a shower first.” Ning Zhe raised his hand to stop the two sisters who wanted to follow him into the bathroom: “Wait for me in the bedroom.”

“Okay.”

The bathroom was filled with steam. With the translucent glass door closed, Ning Zhe unbuttoned his shirt while thinking about how to conduct his own proof experiment next.

The surprise the two sisters prepared for him was a little too powerful. The moment he opened the door, his brain froze and he almost forgot what he was there for.

“If we want to test the specific rules of thought stamping, we should first try to find something they already believe in and something they don’t believe in, so as to conduct a control experiment.”

Ning Zhe soaked his body in the bathtub, closed his eyes, and thoughts emerged in his mind:

“The ideological stamp of Taiyi’s copy is not as eternal and absolute as the original. The impact of false rules on people will gradually diminish with the passage of time. In other words, this experiment will not cause irreversible absolute consequences. Therefore, there is no need to worry too much about the subsequent impact and you can act boldly.”

In this way, the ideological imprint to be engraved in this experiment will have a much wider range of options.

The warm water ironed his skin. Ning Zhe closed his eyes and thought quietly about what to do next. Thoughts flew through his mind. Suddenly, an emotion that shouldn’t appear quietly emerged in his mind.

That is…anger.

“Am I angry?” Ning Zhe was stunned.

But soon, he reacted: “Yu Ziqian is angry.”

It is known that the rules of the God who cannot be looked directly at can only solidify existing beliefs, but cannot force people to believe in things they do not believe in. In other words, the two sisters who were stamped with the thought of love were not completely forced in a sense.

Thinking in this way, it is natural that Yu Ziqian who exists in my memory would be angry and furious now.

“He’s already dead, so just be angry.” Ning Zhe shook his head, stood up from the bathtub, dried his body with a towel, and walked out of the bathroom.

He put on a bathrobe and walked to the bedroom door. When he opened the door, a sweet fragrance came to his face. Zhang Hanying and Zhang Yunwen had been waiting for him on the bed for a long time. Just as he sat down on the bed, four white and delicate arms wrapped around him like ropes.

“So anxious?” Ning Zhe was a little surprised. “I can’t wait any longer.” Zhang Hanying rested her snow-white chin on his shoulder, her affection flowing down like water, and she said softly, “You haven’t been with us like this for a long time. Sometimes I wonder if you don’t want us anymore and are deliberately hiding from me. Yunwen cried secretly many times…”

“That’s right.” Ning Zhe thought about it and felt that it was true. After obtaining Yu Ziqian’s identity, he had been avoiding meeting them intentionally or unintentionally. One reason was that he didn’t want these two mortals to be too deeply involved with the strange world, and the other was that he really didn’t know how to deal with women.

But if you think about it carefully, people who have been branded with ideological stamps are destined to be entangled with weirdness for the rest of their lives. How can they have any freedom?
“Sister… stop talking.”

Compared to her passionate elder sister, her younger sister Zhang Yunwen seemed much more well-behaved. She sat beside Ning Zhe in a reserved manner, without any ambiguous behavior. She just leaned her head on his chest, and her eyes always secretly peeked at the scene inside through the gap of the bathrobe. Her cheeks flushed, and she said softly:

“My injured sister is still in the hospital. The doctor said her condition is not optimistic. Ziqian must be very worried now…”

As she spoke, she raised her head with a guilty look in her eyes: “I’m sorry, Ziqian, if it weren’t for us, you would still be in the hospital accompanying your injured sister, right? Her physical condition is really bad, you must be very worried… In fact, I’m already very happy that you can stay with me like this. If you’re not in that mood now, let’s just go to bed. It’s getting late, you should also have a good rest. I… I’m really fine.”

Well, now he knew why Yu Ziqian was angry.

Ning Zhe smiled, held up Zhang Yunwen’s soft and delicate face, and wiped away the tears that kept rolling in her eyes with his fingertips: “Okay, if you cry again, your makeup will be ruined. It’s not worth it to ruin the makeup that I spent so much effort on before it can be used.”

Zhang Yunwen sobbed twice, her face red as she lay in his arms, her soft voice barely audible: “All, all up to you…”

Ning Zhe patted her trembling shoulders and took out two black silk sleep masks from under the pillow: “Come on, put this on first.”

Zhang Hanying looked at her crying sister, then at the eye mask in Ning Zhe’s hand, and her bright smile blossomed like a flower: “Yunwen, you just like to think too much. Ziqian will never be in the mood to accompany us. He is in a good mood.”

As she spoke, she lowered her head obediently like a docile house cat, allowing Ning Zhe to cover her eyes with a blindfold.

Zhang Yunwen also wiped away her tears, hugged Ning Zhe’s neck and kissed him on the side of his face, then closed her eyes obediently: “Zi Qian’s interests are very strange.”

“Don’t you like it?”

“No, as long as it’s you, I like you…”

Zhang Yunwen spoke softly, groping in the dark to find Ning Zhe’s legs, lifted the hair behind her ears, and together with her sister, pulled open her bathrobe and buried her head.

But what she didn’t see was that after both of them put on the blindfolds, the appearance of “Yu Ziqian” under the bathrobe had changed.

Ning Zhe sat on the bed in silence in his original appearance, looking down at the two sisters who were still cooperating well even with blindfolds on. A tingling sensation climbed up his back along his coccyx, and he couldn’t help but shiver all over.

Although they were different from Yu Ziqian in both figure and voice, Zhang Hanying and Zhang Yunwen did not notice anything wrong because they firmly believed in their hearts that the person in front of them was Yu Ziqian.

The ideological stamp has taken effect.

(End of this chapter)