YM778.TV Chapter 163 - Lingering Sense of Warmth
Chapter 163 – Lingering Sense of Warmth
However, instead of going directly to the room to wash up, she went to the dining hall first.
Qiao Muyi said to the staff at the dining hall who was preparing breakfast, “There’s no need to deliver breakfast to room E37. He will leave soon and should ride the car on an empty stomach, or he will feel nauseous.”
The staff could recognize Qiao Muyi and had no suspicions—he knew that Qiao Muyi and the guest in room E37 knew each other since she brought dinner to E37 the previous night as well.
He asked, “Would you like me to bring motion sickness medication over? We have…”
“It’s alright,” Qiao Muyi quickly replied. She said, “He is at a critical stage in his Practice and does not want anyone to disturb him.”
“Oh, I see,” said the staff member as he looked at Qiao Muyi questioningly—it was early in the morning, how did you know he was at a critical stage in his Practice?
Qiao Muyi did not notice the staff member’s questioning gaze and happily returned to her room, after finishing her last ‘assist’. On her way back to her room though, she lifted her left hand and looked at the red mark on her palm—that guy jabbed very hard indeed.
“He’s obviously a scam, pretending to show off like a responsible scumbag… If he had been found out just now, he would really not be able to clear his name.
“If it was not for me being a second-tier Practitioner, who would not be discovered by a first-tier Practitioner when I am asleep, instead of being able to notice a sleeping first-tier Practitioner, things would not have been so interesting…”
A gentle smile emerged on Qiao Muyi’s face, but then she remembered what she did just before she left and could not help but burst out laughing to herself, “Heh heh, it’s fun to play around with this guy…”
“Nonetheless, regarding Dong Chengling, things should work out perfectly this time…”
Qiao Muyi touched her face lightly with her left palm and seemed to be able to feel a lingering sense of warmth. She muttered to herself, “How can I… It’s impossible…”
She quickly rubbed her palms together and calmed down, then turned to look at a researcher who was walking past and said, “You didn’t zip your pants.”
“What?!”
Ignoring the frightened young researcher, Qiao Muyi quickly walked away with a smile and taking cheerful steps. She hummed softly, “I’m just ~ an angel ~ roasting chicken wings ~ beside the fire ~”
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Ren Suo felt like a chicken wing being roasted on top of fire—his face was hot.
The light turned on, but Dong Chengling merely let out an uncomfortable cry and did not intend to wake up.
Alright, what should he do now, should he wake Dong Chengling up?
No, Ren Suo only thought of an important question at that time: Why did Dong Chengling come into his room late at night and sleep next to him?
Undoubtedly, the question could not be answered with the brain of Ren Suo, who only played hardcore console games and not love games like gal games—who knows what misconceptions he has towards gal game players.
The thoughts in Ren Suo’s mind were in utter chaos as he grew nervous. He could only obtain information through his view as he stared at Dong Chengling’s face.
Dong Chengling had short hair, so it did not get messy when she was asleep. There was a small beauty mole at the lower-left corner of the eye, and other than that…
She had a pair of eyes, a nose, and a mouth.
After having eaten so many meals together, Ren Suo was used to seeing her and naturally did not have any profound insights. At the most, he would say that she looked beautiful, and at the same time, she looked more and more pleasing to the eye—although he thought the same way of himself when he looked in the mirror. After all, Practicing could improve a Practitioner’s physical condition (appearance).
Although he was looking at her face from a closer distance this time, he had already seen it before and the visual impact was not huge… Hmm?
Ren Suo looked downwards. Beneath the loose shirt, a pair of smooth, tender peaches larger than that of an average Asian woman and radiating a motherly aura appeared in his view.
Who cares anymore? Let me take a good look first.
“Ding–”
The doorbell snapped Ren Suo out of his strange thoughts of fantasy.
“Ah, I forgot that you don’t need breakfast today, sorry…”
The staff at the door apologized and the green light of the intercom dimmed. The room fell silent again.
Ren Suo pulled the corners of his mouth and slowly raised his head, coincidentally crossing paths with Dong Chengling’s clear gaze.
“Are you awake?” asked Dong Chengling as she blinked and sat up and began stretching lazily.
It supposedly did not make a difference to him when she stretched, but the problem was that she was still holding onto Ren Suo’s left hand, which forced him to do the same actions as her.
“Yesterday, I heard that you are going back. It’s not unexpected, as I finally mastered my Awakened Ability,” Dong Chengling said. She turned to look at Ren Suo and said openly, “So after I finished training last night, I came over to sleep with you.”
She spoke as if she was simply wanting to eat supper with Ren Suo.
“I’m sorry that I was only able to come here after you fell asleep. I have too many things to learn these few days and my training time is compressed, so I have to practice until 12 a.m. every day in order to reach the planned amount of practice per day,” Dong Chengling said apologetically.
Coming from her, what Dong Chengling said seemed extremely convincing, or perhaps it was more accurate to say that what she told him was in line with Ren Suo’s impression of her: other than important matters, all other smaller tasks should be ranked behind Practice.
Ren Suo wanted to ask why Dong Chengling wanted to do that, but Dong Chengling looked as if it was expected, so he could not ask the question—it was just like a student who had been sleeping in class suddenly being called upon by the teacher. At such a time, asking “what is the question” would completely expose the fact that he had not been listening in class.
Although Ren Suo could not remember, he himself was the cause of that; otherwise, Dong Chengling would not be speaking in such a tone as if he already knew what she was talking about. If he dared to ask her the question, he felt that he would jump directly to a bad ending.
“By the way, why is there a slipper on your bed?” she asked.
“Don’t care about it,” Ren Suo said.
“Okay,” she replied.
After a moment of silence, Dong Chengling grabbed Ren Suo’s left hand and said seriously, “… This is the biggest attempt I can take. I will continue to work hard in the future.”
“… Oh,” said Ren Suo as he nodded solemnly.
Dong Chengling seemed to feel that Ren Suo’s reply was lackluster and lifeless, so she took a deep breath and said seriously, “I’m sorry, but regarding this matter… I need to prepare myself mentally. We have not reached that point yet, although… my heart is not made of stone and does flow with blood. I will never forget that night…”
Ren Suo felt more and more frustrated—What exactly did he say that night? Did he confess? Or propose? Or did he want to borrow money?
That did not make any sense; as a hard-core console gamer he would unlikely be able to ask for such things—did he really want to borrow money?! And a lot of money at that?
“… As such, I need more time for our relationship to reach that point,” Dong Chengling said.
She stared into Ren Suo’s eyes, her gaze clear and flawless. She said, “So I came here specially before you have to return. Last night was to prove my sincerity, and when things fall into place and are complete, I will definitely…”
“…Sleep with you.”
What?
Without waiting for Ren Suo to ask anything, Dong Chengling very quickly went down the bed, put on her shoes, and walked away. Everything happened in less than ten seconds, and Ren Suo did not even have the opportunity to say anything—don’t you need to tie your shoelaces?
He naturally did not see the reason why Dong Chengling hurried out of his room and walked away so quickly—it was because she felt her cheeks were warm, hot, and red like she was having a fever.
Dong Chengling looked at her right palm and pressed it lightly against her face, as if she could still feel a lingering sense of warmth.