124 Where Am I (2/2)
”Hmm…” Chen Fan mumbled unconsciously before moving and pressing his whole body on Wu Ruoyu. After that, he put his left hand around her waist and his right leg over her legs and then slipped into a deep sleep in less than ten seconds.
A professional survey organization had once surveyed 50,000 users online and arrived at such a conclusion: ninety percent of people would grab the quilt beside them or clamp it between their legs when they were sleeping because this was the most comfortable position!
Gradually, Wu Ruoyu felt her cheeks become hot, and a feeling of numbness spread quickly from her ears downward to her heels. At that moment, all her strength seemed to have been drained.
Rapid heartbeat, flushed face, dryness in the mouth, feeling weak all over — there were all sorts of symptoms, and it was impossible to describe to others how she really felt. If Wu Ruyu could still squeeze out a little strength to struggle just now, she was now like a little lamb that had its central nervous system cut off and could only murmur. In literary language, this situation could be described as ”having vivid facial expressions that convey messages, whose beauty can overthrow a city!”
Needless to say, Wu Ruoyu wasn't feeling such a state of beauty at that moment. She was soft and weak all over, feeling ashamed and lost.
The relationship between men and women was a major topic, and many subtopics could be derived from it. Be it spiritual communication or touching of any body parts, they would all result in a series of complex propositions. Even the most knowledgeable master of biology would not be able to sort out this messy relationship.
”Uh…” As time went by, Wu Ruoyu slowly closed her beautiful eyes, fluttered her eyelashes and curled up her toes. Then, she got a fright by her own delicate voice. Redness seemed to permeate through her skin, like a layer of milk with varied shyness and modesty.
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The morning sun hung lazily in the sky. The birds pecked at the clear water in the forest, and this scene rendered the entire tranquil and beautiful lake into a scroll of ink painting.
”Where am I?” Chen Fan rubbed his heavy eyes, lifting his head and looked at his surroundings before he was certain that he was in his bedroom. He was tucked in under a velvet quilt, and the comfort of his bed told him that his shoes had already been taken off by someone. Just when he wanted to find his phone to check the time, Chen Fan saw that there was a cup of brewed tea lying on the side cabinet.
”Who helped me?” Chen Fan's head was in chaos. His last memory of his surroundings was of him sleeping on the floor at the doorstep.
”Could it be Zhao Shujie?” Chen Fan mumbled, and then felt that it wasn't right. She seemed to have left in the cab after sending him to the door. Since he couldn't figure it out, he decided not to think of this question anymore. Chen Fan held the tea cup and drunk it all up before getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom. He splashed some cold water on his face.
After washing up, Chen Fan took a sniff of himself and a strong alcoholic smell pierced through his head. ”Eh?” Chen Fan took another sniff, and there seemed to be a touch of a milk-like fragrance.
After he took off his clothes and took a bath, Chen Fab changed into clean clothes and walked to the garage as he twirled the car key chain on his index finger. When he reached the garage, a slim figure outside the white fence attracted Chen Fan's eyesight.
”Hello! Good morning!” Chen Fan greeted Wu Ruoyu with a Pidgin English accent. as he walked past her. Wu Ruoyu's face flushed quickly before she gave a snort and rolled her eyes, and then quickly disappeared from Chen Fan's sight.
”Don't tell me this girl is feeling horny?” Pursing his lips, Chen Fan slipped into the car and drove toward the shipyard by the sea.