The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Floating Joy (67)

Before Pei Shaozhi finished speaking, Shu Le already felt that his body was covered in cold sweat.

The coolness swept up along the tailbone little by little, and finally spread over the top of his head, completely engulfing him.

Shu Le shuddered.

Pei Shaozhi's slender fingers followed the waistline all the way up, slid across the slightly trembling spine, and paused for a moment on the butterfly bone that was about to fly.

Finally, it stopped on Shu Le's tightly closed lips.

While snorting, Shu Le smelled the residual smell of gunpowder smoke after burning.

The choking aftertaste invaded Shu Le's internal organs forcefully along with his breath, making him look terrified.

Pei Shaozhi gently pulled Shu Le into his arms, then turned him over and pressed him on the edge of the bed.

Shu Le subconsciously grasped the pure black sheets on the bed that had just been changed this morning with both hands.

With too much force, the black sheets made the knuckles between his fingers pale and distinct.

Like the last struggle.

Pei Shaozhi retracted the hand resting on Shu Le's lips, and held Shu Le's ankle leaning on the wooden floor from below.

The hard work in the crew and my unstable life pattern made the ankle look slender and thin, and at this moment it was trembling visibly to the naked eye——

But it made people want to destroy him more and more.

The powerful palms opened the pair of ankles that had already been defenseless to the sides, presenting a hollow area that was too dangerous.

Pei Shaozhi leaned forward, put his arms around Shu Le's waist from behind, and kissed his ear: "So scared?"

Until Pei Shaozhi said this.

Only then did Shu Le realize that his whole body was trembling.

And even he himself couldn't tell whether it was trembling from fear or excessive anger.

Or the anger has exceeded the limit that the human body can bear, which has resulted in an unacceptable fear.

But no matter what it was, Shu Le couldn't accept that his body was forcibly branded with a brand that didn't belong to him in the first place.

The powerlessness of not being able to dominate and manage oneself reaches its peak at this moment.

Shu Le didn't even care about the shameful posture he was being made into. He took a deep breath, tried to slow down his tone and turned his head, and whispered: "Pei, Pei Shaozhi... I won't dare in the future, calm down, Calm down, okay? How about you make me vent my anger?"

"Give you a meal?"

The corner of Pei Shaozhi's mouth had a deep smile, and he put his palm on Shu Le's waist and rubbed it, "Honey, I can tease you, and others can tease you too."

He shook his head, and said with a sigh, "It's useless, you will never learn well."

Shu Le's tone froze.

Before Shu Le could reply, Pei Shaozhi continued on his own, "But tattoos are different, Lele, no other man will have the opportunity to get tattoos on you."

"I'm the first and the last."

"The only one forever."

Pei Shaozhi seemed to be really looking forward to it, he leaned down and pressed against Shu Le's back, his scorching breath made Shu Le tremble slightly, and even his breathing became short of breath.

Shu Le's whole body was extremely stiff, and when he turned sideways, he could just see Pei Shaozhi's expression out of the corner of his eye.

He really wanted to tattoo Shu Le, not just a joke.

Being in the entertainment industry for a long time did not give Shu Le much courage to fight against evil forces, but taught him how to judge the situation and win the possibility for himself.

Just like now, Shu Le closed his eyes, lowered his head and showed a flattering smile again.

He even took the initiative to respond to Pei Shaozhi's kiss, and begged while breathing and hearing: "I will never run around again in the future, and I will never talk to others again. Give me another chance, okay? Okay?"

Pei Shaozhi intertwined with Shu Le's five fingers, covering him completely under his body, forming a posture of complete possession.

After the long kiss, he let go of his flushed face and gasped, showing an extremely gentle smile, lowered his head and kissed Shu Le's chin again: "Not good."

Shu Le: "..."

Pei Shaozhi touched Shu Le's face, and said softly, "Be good, and I will put a label on you so that I can rest assured."

The unexpanded smile at the corner of Shu Le's mouth froze, forming an incomparably astringent arc.

His breath still carried the chill brought by Pei Shao's coat, which seemed even more ridiculous compared to the flattery just now.

Pei Shaozhi kissed the corner of Shu Le's mouth, picked him up from the bed, and said lovingly and gently: "It will be tattooed on the lower back, soon, it won't hurt you."

The master bedroom door remained open.

When being carried out of the bedroom by Pei Shaozhi's side, Shu Le saw the faces of those confidantes who followed Pei Shaozhi just now.

Most of them are very young men, almost no Asians, most of them are of Caucasian descent, and there is even some young people's curiosity in their dark green or gray-blue eyes.

But it also has cruelty that more young people don't have.

When the eyes met, Shu Le saw the blood splashed on the door frame.

The door frame was also made of mahogany, and if it wasn't for the blood that spilled a little on the wall, it might not have been noticed at all.

It was as silent as Ryan who had just been dragged away after losing a hand.

Not knowing if a catastrophe was imminent, Shu Le suddenly felt an extremely real sense of guilt towards Ryan.

It's a pity that no one here wants to hear him say a word about his guilt.

Shu Le was a little numb and prepared to look away from those people.

In the next second, they heard what they said to Pei Shaozhi.

It should be Italian too, but Shule didn't understand anything anyway.

Pei Shaozhi seemed to be in a good mood, smiled at those people, lowered his head and said to Shu Le, "Honey, they call you sister-in-law."

Shu Le raised the corner of his mouth coldly: "I'm so sorry, I'm a man."

Pei Shaozhi smiled deeper, and kissed Shu Le in front of all his confidants.

Then, amidst the applause and booing of the confidantes around him, he rubbed the corner of Shu Le's flushed lips, "It's okay, this is not China, and no one cares whether their sister-in-law is a woman."

Yes, this is not China, no one knows him.

This is Pei Shaozhi's territory, so he doesn't have the slightest right to speak, to choose, not even the right to be raped.

Shu Le raised his eyes expressionlessly, met Pei Shaozhi's gaze, and said word by word: "I will hate you."

"You won't, baby."

However, Pei Shaozhi kissed Shu Le's eyes affectionately, coaxing but also affirming, "In the near future, you will need me very much."

From the second floor to the first floor.

Then from the first floor to the first basement.

But Shu Le felt that this old-fashioned home theater, which had just come this morning, became strange and scary.

Even the card reader next to it, which creaked softly once it was used, cast a somewhat gloomy look.

The basement floor seems to be larger and more spacious than the upstairs space because of the simple decoration.

Next to this private home theater is a medieval-style porch, with thick beaded curtains and arches obscuring the scene.

Old Qiao Si had been standing by the door lock for some time, seeing Pei Shaozhi coming down with Shu Le in his arms, he half-bowed and said, "Master."

Pei Shaozhi responded, and old Joss rummaged through the key chain in his pocket for a while, and took out a bronze key.

He turned around, turned the key in the lock a few times, and the door that had been locked for an unknown amount of time opened with a sound.

Maybe it was because the sound of the lock opening was too dull——

Shu Le shuddered, only to feel that there was something frightening inside the dark door that was about to pounce head-on.

Then drag him into it and never go back.

Yet nothing.

Old Joss went in first and opened it, and the dim yellow light immediately filled the strange room.

He pulled the door to the maximum, and bowed to Pei Shaozhi again: "Master, it has already been cleaned, you can just use it."

Pei Shaozhi nodded, walked in with Shu Le in his arms, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and said, "By the way, let Docter. .”

Old Joss wrote down all of them: "Don't worry, master, I'll go and call him personally. Madam is in good health recently, and he is very free these days."

The heavy door was finally closed, and Pei Shaozhi carried Shu Le all the way into the bed in the middle of the room.

This bed is surprisingly big, Shu Le visually inspected it, both in length and width, it far exceeds the size of ordinary beds on the market.

In short, it doesn't look like a bed that normal people would buy.

Then, Shu Le watched helplessly as Pei Shaozhi pressed his wrist, and with a soft, crisp sound, he handcuffed his hands to the bedposts.

A thick layer of cotton yarn was tightly hugged on the handcuffs, which fully reduced excess friction and the possibility of injury.

Shu Le struggled twice, but naturally he couldn't break free. It happened that he could see a string of printed characters on the handcuffs from the position where he lowered his head.

So he subconsciously glanced at - madeinChina.

Shu Le: "..."

Fine.

It's the motherland.

The sound of footsteps behind him came slowly from a distance, Shu Le turned around, and it was Pei Shaozhi walking over step by step with a toolbox in his hand.

Just now old Joss only turned on the light at the door, while Pei Shaozhi seemed to turn on all the lights in the room just now.

It was only then that Shu Le realized that the room was surprisingly large.

But also surprisingly quiet.

Except for a big bed in the middle, it was empty.

Even the colors of the decoration are drab.

The floor is dark brown, the walls are dark brown, and the ceiling is also dark brown.

It's just a semi-basement, but there are no windows, or maybe the original windows were filled in under the master's instruction.

After all, the home theater not far from this room obviously has a skylight.

A solitary dim yellow chandelier hung on the ceiling, which looked extremely weird.

Shu Le frowned, everything in this room was extremely inconsistent, giving people a feeling of... as if trying to give people an unpleasant feeling of depression from the bottom of my heart.

Pei Shaozhi put the toolbox at the foot of the bed, stood up, opened the door and walked out.

Shu Le sat on the bed, the figure who had been staring at Pei Shaozhi completely disappeared outside the door, and the door closed again.

He sat quietly for a while, and then he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

——When Pei Shaozhi walked out, there was no sound of footsteps.

If Shu Le remembered correctly, Pei Shaozhi hadn't changed the leather shoes on his feet today, and there was the crisp sound of the leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor when he went downstairs just now.

However, there was no sound at all during the long distance that he had just walked out.

Excluding other possibilities, the decoration of this room is different from the outside.

In addition to the reddish-brown wooden floor, there is also a layer of soundproofing facilities under the ground.

After thinking about it, Shu Le really couldn't figure out what it would be like to install soundproofing facilities in such an empty room on the basement floor.

The unforeseen irritability of the future and the inherent depressive feeling of this room made Shu Le completely irritated. He sat on the bed and looked around the emptiness, and suddenly felt an indescribable feeling——

Before Shu Le could figure out where this feeling came from, the door of the room had been reopened.

In Pei Shaozhi's hand was an unopened syringe, and a small bottle of medicine written in Italian.

Seeing him walk in, Shu Le felt goosebumps all over again.

"Muscle relaxants."

Pei Shaozhi put the syringe and medicine bottle aside, and kissed Shu Le's forehead, "Don't be afraid, they are all doses that have no effect on your body."

Shu Le sneered: "Why don't you tattoo yourself?"

Pei Shaozhi smiled and kissed Shu Le's finger: "If you are willing to tattoo me yourself, baby, I am very happy."

Shu Le withdrew her finger from Pei Shaozhi's hand: "Sorry, I don't want to."

Pei Shaozhi showed a somewhat regretful expression.

He unpacked the syringe, injected the injection into it, then pressed Shu Le, and said softly: "I wanted to give you anesthesia, but anesthesia always has more side effects on your body."

Shu Le pursed her lips, the cold needle pierced her skin, and the medicine was slowly pushed in.

With the syringe drawn out, Pei Shaozhi gently rubbed the medicine out of Shule's body, "And...Shule, I want you to hurt me once."

Pei Shaozhi put Shu Le, who had gradually softened, into a posture with his back facing him, and said softly, "I have hurt so many times for you, but you have never hurt for me."

Shu Le: "..."

God, I beg you to quickly accept this lunatic and eliminate harm for the people.

Thank you thank you.

Injected medications work faster than oral medications.

Pei Shaozhi took out a large fluffy pillow from the drawer under the bed and placed it under Shu Le, propping up his lower back.

The loose pajamas slipped from the raised waist to the other side, revealing the smooth skin underneath.

Pei Shaozhi adjusted the air conditioner in the room to a suitable temperature, and then fixed Shu Le's ankles as well.

After all, it seemed that she felt a little distressed, so she touched the back of Shu Le's neck again, and said in a warm voice: "After using the muscle relaxant, it won't hurt very much, bear with it baby, it will be fine soon."

Shu Le gritted his teeth and did not speak.

What else can I say?

If he had the strength, he would definitely strangle Pei Shaozhi to death.

The delicate tattoo chain link pen fell on the right side of the back waist, and each stroke was full of a suffocating sense of aggression like the letter of a poisonous snake.

The cold tip of the pen fell on the warm skin, and Shu Le's breathing became very stagnant.

Pei Shaozhi didn't take the initiative to speak anymore, and the silence in the room made his body's senses become more acute.

After an unknown amount of time, the coolness finally stopped, and there was a slight sound of objects colliding behind my ears.

Before Shu Le could catch his breath, a sharp pain came along the place where the pen was just written.

Almost at the same time.

Pei Shaozhi's voice also sounded. He leaned over to Shu Le's side and said slowly, "Lele, it's about to start hurting."

Tattoos, or maybe called tattoos.

It is to use a needle pen with ink or other colors to penetrate the bottom of the skin, leaving a special shape or pattern on the body. It has been passed down from ancient times to the present, and it mostly has the meaning of auspiciousness and worship, and is used to please yourself and others.

But Shu Le never felt that tattoos could please him.

He is terribly afraid of pain, the damn broken system has no redundant functions, and every pain has been [-]% borne since the mission.

The more times I get injured, I always hope to get less injuries and protect myself.

Especially this kind of extra pain, he doesn't want to have any more.

There was the sound of the cutting machine unique to tattoos being used, and the sound of flesh being cut and ripped from the bottom layer was unknown whether it was the effect of Shu Le's heart, or it was so obvious because the room was so spacious.

After the stinging pain, there was a burning pain. Shu Le only felt his scalp go numb, and he struggled uncontrollably.

He raised his neck, using his hands and feet like a drowning person who is about to suffocate: "Pei Shaozhi! I don't want this tattoo! Let me go—let me go!"

There was a muffled sound as the chains of the four handcuffs on the hands and feet slapped against the bedposts.

As the cutting machine's operation time increased, Shu Le's voice became a bit hoarse: "Pei Shaozhi! Pei Shaozhi, let go of me, I will never run away again! Let go..."

"I can't let go, Lele."

An unpredictable look flashed between Pei Shaozhi's eyebrows, as if reluctance and determination.

Finally he stood up and stepped onto the bed with one long leg.

In order to restrain Shu Le's resistance, Pei Shaozhi straddled Shu Le's back, pressed his struggling two straight and slender legs on the bed, and then patted Shu Le's buttocks: "Be patient, be obedient, It won't hurt when the color is on."

Shu Le gasped, and raised his face slightly following the twisted posture.

He wanted to try to crawl out from the place on the bed occupied by Pei Shaozhi, but he couldn't even make it an inch and was dragged back abruptly.

The last stroke of the thread cutter finally fell, and almost jerky pain bloomed between the skin and flesh.

Shu Le gritted his teeth tremblingly, almost unable to speak.

He took a few tense breaths, and found that there was no further pain coming, so he relaxed for a moment, and tentatively asked for help from the only person around him who could speak: "Is it over? Is it over?"

Pei Shaozhi stroked Shu Le's arched lines and shook his head: "Not yet, baby."

Shu Le didn't even fully understand the meaning of this sentence, the fog machine specially used for tattoos had already been pressed on the new tattoo that was already scarred.

If the pain of the wire cutter is just an appetizer, then the pain caused by the fog machine is long and long.

After the initial lines were drawn, all the painting process and overcoating of shadow areas were done with a fog machine.

This means that under the operation of the mist machine, the needle pain experienced by some skins may not be just once, and there may be second and third times.

"Do not……"

Under the erosion of severe pain, Shu Le had completely lost the strength to resist.

His waist softened, and his whole body was completely exhausted. He leaned on the pillow and stared straight at Pei Shaozhi behind him, as if he was looking at a sworn enemy.

Pei Shaozhi's expression was gentle, he didn't relax and pressed Shu Le's legs to prevent Shu Le from moving, but there was a little smile on the corner of his mouth, and he coaxed: "Shout out the pain, it will be fine soon." gone."

Shu Le didn't shout anymore.

He seemed to have regained all his composure, looked at Pei Shaozhi silently and quietly for a while, and opened his mouth: "I hate you, Pei Shaozhi, go to hell."

Pei Shaozhi was not angry, and his hands didn't even tremble, and they still slid over every inch of Shu Le's skin steadily.

He stretched out his hand to take Shu Le's handcuffed right hand, squeezed it ambiguously between his fingers, and said with a chuckle: "Honey, there are countless people in this land of Sicily who are cursing me to die early every day. Tired of hearing it."

"But even so."

Pei Shaozhi took Shu Le's hand and said softly, "Things are impermanent. If one day I really die, I hope you can come and see me off."

Shu Le was so painful that even his lips turned pale. He trembled and said maliciously: "Of course, as long as you die before me, I will come and beat the gongs and drums in person to congratulate you on your journey."

Pei Shaozhi laughed heartily, he paused for a moment, as if he couldn't control it after all, he leaned over and kissed Shu Le: "Lele, you are so interesting, I love you."

Shu Le: "..."

This weird neurosis.

Why haven't you gone to heaven yet?

The secant line only determines the shape and outline of the tattoo, and the subsequent atomization process is the most technical and patient link, and often this step also takes more time.

At least one or two hours, as many as three or four hours.

The shape of the winter purple flower is beautiful and rich, with layers of petals, and the color of each petal gradually darkens from the center of the flower to the outside. Obviously, it is not the kind of simple graphics that can solve the battle in one or two hours.

So this also meant that Shu Le would be in pain for three or four hours.

At the very beginning, Shu Le was able to show his temper and abuse Pei Shaozhi with his real name. From being scolded at home to being cheated abroad, from being scolded by Pei Shaozhi to his confidant being dishonest and crooked.

He was so angry that he spoke unscrupulously and insulted the thing under Pei Shaozhi's body for being useless, because he was not happy about being too big, so he might as well chop it up.

Chop it up and feed it to the dog.

Afterwards, I no longer have the time to scold others.

Shu Le leaned on the bed with a pale complexion, and it was difficult to lift his eyelids. He was holding on to the railing on the bedpost, trying to find some support that didn't exist, his dry lips trembling slightly: "Pei Shaozhi, Pei Shaozhi, please let me go!" ...Please...I really don't dare to..."

The low working sound of the fog machine rang endlessly in this empty room.

Pei Shaozhi didn't speak, and he didn't let go of Shu Le's hand.

Shu Le only felt as if he was undergoing a huge and long torture. This kind of endless torture was more important to him than killing him directly.

Even being pierced by the swords and guns of the cold weapon era is better than this.

Because the pain is only momentary.

After a petal is finished, the machine moves to another petal that has not been colored, and it is a pain to start all over again.

Shu Le's body froze for a moment, but then became irresistibly soft again due to the effect of the relaxant, allowing the needle to go in and out again and again through the skin.

Without the slightest effect of anesthesia, the huge pain and long time had already destroyed the last trace of Shu Le's sanity.

He fell silent when Pei Shaozhi leaned over, met Pei Shaozhi's gaze in a daze, opened his mouth, but his voice was already hoarse, and he couldn't swear anymore.

"Does it hurt?"

Pei Shaozhi kissed away the thin layer of cold sweat on Shu Le's forehead bit by bit.

Shu Le blinked, but didn't hear clearly what Pei Shaozhi said for a while.

Pei Shaozhi didn't urge him either, instead he smiled and said coaxingly: "Kiss me once, baby, once you kiss me, it won't hurt anymore."

Shu Le opened his eyes and looked at Pei Shaozhi for a while, as if he was making a difficult judgment, and also seemed to be struggling on the edge of reason.

Pei Shaozhi's expression was almost gentle, he even lowered his head again, and approached Shu Le's lips as if to make it easier for Shu Le to kiss him: "Be obedient, kiss him and it won't hurt, isn't it good? Isn't it worthwhile?"

Another moment of silence.

After this silence, Shu Le closed his eyes.

Then he raised his head slightly, and pressed his lips against Pei Shaozhi's profile.

It was an almost compromising kiss.

Pei Shaozhi seemed very satisfied, he took the initiative to kiss Shu Le again, and then patiently said: "It's almost ready, Lele, come on, lift your waist up."

Shu Le: "..."

Shu Le turned away her face, and silently rejected Pei Shaozhi's request.

Naturally, Pei Shaozhi didn't force it, he reached out and adjusted the position of the handcuffs on Shu Le's hands and feet, so as not to hurt the skin of the person under him.

Then bend down again and press the fogger on the next petal.

The pain that hit again made Shu Le subconsciously want to escape, but he couldn't break free after all.

He seemed to have accumulated, and was finally trapped under Pei Shaozhi's cunning and cunning scheme.

On the fair and delicate skin that rarely sees sunlight, a winter violet blooms slowly.

Because it is just tattooed, the color of winter violet is extraordinarily gorgeous.

At first glance, it is enchanting and bewitching, and it is fascinating.

Shu Le's figure trembled slightly under Pei Shaozhi's confinement, he frowned, and asked again in a low voice: "How long will it take to recover..."

Several hours have passed since the beginning, and the edge of pain and torture has completely polished off Shu Le's hostility.

It also made his tone a little unconsciously begging for mercy and relying on him.

There's only one other person here who can answer his question.

Maybe only another person can save him and stop this torture.

But this other person was the one who started the pain.

Pei Shaozhi lowered his eyes, did not answer for the first time, but stabilized the stylus in his hand, and lowered his head to see Shu Le's expression.

The person lying sideways on the bed closed his eyes, but his eyelashes trembled, like a butterfly trapped in a net, full of a withered beauty.

It reminded him suddenly of what his mother had told him.

— But what if he doesn't love me?

——Then let him know that only you can control his happiness and pain in this world, you can make him comfortable, and you can also make him suffer.

—Let him rely on you alone.

Pei Shaozhi paused for a moment, passed his hand around Shu Le's back, and lifted his waist.

This action did not arouse Shule's vigilance.

After all, the big pillow that was placed under his waist just now was also to maintain his posture, so that Pei Shaozhi could better stabilize the machine and maintain the shape of the tattoo.

Shu Le even voluntarily cooperated and turned sideways, urging as if begging for mercy: "Are you still okay?"

The look in Pei Shaozhi's eyes darkened: "It's the last step, baby, lift up your waist."

Shu Le seemed to have finally seen the dawn of ending the pain, so he leaned in Pei Shaozhi's direction unpreparedly.

Pei Shaozhi's expression moved slightly, and he lightly exerted force on the fog machine in his hand.

While the sharp needle pen pierced Shu Le's skin, his lower body moved slightly, holding Shu Le's waistline and pulling back, standing up and sending himself in.

The huge sense of encroachment instantly pulled back Shu Le's sanity.

He turned back suddenly, but he was already powerless.

The final touch of the tattoo falls on the last emerald green leaf from the root of the winter violet.

Pei Shaozhi threw the fog machine aside, and leaned over to uncuff Shu Le's wrist.

But the places where they meet don't separate at all.

After the pain, people can't bear the feeling of excessive impact. Shu Le only feels that his whole body is bouncing up and down in the empty world, but it is difficult to find a place to live.

Pei Shaozhi pulled Shu Le's arms closer to his body, depriving Shu Le of his last ounce of autonomy.

He turned Shu Le into a face-to-face posture, carefully avoided the tattooed wound behind him, and then ate wantonly.

The lack of fully furnished rooms upgrades the experience of all the details into an unspeakable feast, and even the low voice of the whisper is amplified countless times and transmitted.

"Is it big, baby?"

"..."

"Tell me, is it amazing? Do you like it?"

"Do not……"

"Don't like it? Then why are you still so happy?"

"Stop it... please stop it..."

"Compared to others?"

"..."

The night wind on the island is quiet and cool.

The hustle and bustle of the leaves is isolated in the dark basement, and the waves humming lullabies and the light golden sand that are lulled to sleep are also isolated.

In front of the small and exquisite apron, the night security guards are changing their guards. They are checking the machines and talking to each other in Italian.

The security guard who just took over the job checked the meter with a flashlight: "Do you need to change the fuel? What's the matter? According to today's mileage, there shouldn't be so much fuel left?"

The person who was about to get off work waved his hand: "Hi! Forget it, don't mention it, I came back not long after takeoff!"

"Who knows what the young master thinks! Madam was in a hurry in Italy, and even made several phone calls to ask questions at night, but was pushed away. I don't know if I will be angry!"

"Madam Yi's character... probably not, Madam hasn't been angry for many years."

"Tsk, everyone says that, but in private, everyone knows that Madam is not so... Don't talk about it, the rest is up to you! Good night."

"Goodnight."

The beach became quiet again, only a bright white moon remained.

The moonlight cannot penetrate the overlapping walls, and can only silently reflect a lonely shape on the glass window.

The author has something to say: Lele: I can't take it anymore, I want to kill him.

Yu Qing: I will help you.

Shang Jue: I will help you.

Pei Pei: Hehe, come here.