Adrenaline began to surge as Chen Xinyi cautiously stepped into the restroom and looked into the mirror—normally, a Blood Demon’s attack is often carried out through a mirror.
"What should I do if there is a female ghost standing behind ?" she thought, her legs getting a little weak.
"Ga should save , right?"
Her breathing was getting faster, and her body was getting hotter.
"Miss Chen, please open your eyes."
Amid a mindset mixed with anxiety, nervousness, and thrill, she saw her reflection in the mirror.
Her face was rosy and radiant!
Her heart rate gradually steadied.
"Those legendary eyes that would behold autumn waters, are they describing ?" Chen Xinyi narcissistically praised herself, yet sighed deeply, "It’s just that my chest is a bit small."
Recently, maybe due to working out at the camp, she felt that she had beco more beautiful. Her once slightly frail body was now filled with youthful beauty, even boasting the long-coveted rmaid lines on her abdon.
Unfortunately, due to the decrease in body fat percentage, her already small chest was even smaller, super annoying!
As for the Blood Demon’s attack, it seed, it appeared, perhaps... utterly non-existent?!
"Ga" indeed had blocked the earlier conversation.
Chen Xinyi smiled faintly, I really am a woman blessed by the Bodhisattva!
...
...
That night, the instigator, the Demon King, Wang Hao did not sleep well.
Every ti he closed his eyes, he dreamt of the skinny old man next door, with a hideous expression, clawing at his silly younger brother.
"Brother, save ! Save ! SAVE EEEEEE..."
And the thick white fog in the village seed to thicken, even transiently turning into red fog at one point!
This red fog appeared in his dream, tickling him, trying to drag him towards so unknown place.
Wang Hao was so suffocated by the red fog that he yelled, "Bloody hell!"
He suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for air, only to find a one-ter-long "Pikachu pillow" pressing on his chest.
It was Han Xiaoyue’s pillow; it had fallen from the bed right onto his head, covering his entire skull.
This culprit was causing his uncomfortable breathing and a night full of nightmares.
Yawning sleepily as dawn was breaking, the sun had not yet risen, he glanced once more at the still sleeping Han Xiaoyue, whose sleeping posture resembled a cat, occupying only a small corner of the big bed.
"It’s only five o’clock; what a sleep... should have slept in my own room."
He very effortlessly picked up the Pikachu pillow and started catching up on lost sleep.
The four great joys of the ancients: eating river fish, laying hens, catching up on sleep, a second wife.
Old Wang excelled at turning unhappy tis into happy ones; the joy of catching up on sleep was sothing the ancients truly understood, too.
When he woke up again, it was already eight in the morning, Han Xiaoyue had already neatly folded her quilt and was sitting idly on the bed, playing with her phone in a plaid skirt and white socks.
Han Xiaoyue saw Wang Hao wake up and imdiately started complaining, "Why did you steal my Pikachu pillow?"
"You threw it on my head, and it caused to have nightmares all night."
Because Wang Hao hadn’t slept well last night, he was sowhat annoyed. He was thinking about clearing the "Paradise" Ga level today, but without enough energy, how the hell was he supposed to succeed!
Han Xiaoyue snatched back her pillow and sniffed it lightly, speaking in a weird tone, "Although I’m not a clean freak and don’t mind using your stuff, whenever I think about your body oil getting on my pillow and then having to sleep with it, isn’t that indirectly sleeping?"
"Ah, Hentai!"
"Ah?" Wang Hao exclaid excitedly. He just loved it when girls got annoyed but still ca to provoke him, "My body oil got on the pillow?!"
"Yeah."
Oil? Oil? Oil!
He couldn’t accept being described with the word "oil."
His cousin had started to find him greasy!
Wang Hao crossed his arms and said nervously, "Co sll it, it’s lemon-scented, isn’t it?"
"Yeah, isn’t the sll nice?"
"That ans the pillow is all covered in your oil, and I actually slept next to your oil all night. It’s over, I’ve indirectly slept with you... Boys have to protect themselves, now I’ll never find a wife."
"What do I do?, I’m waiting online, it’s urgent."
Han Xiaoyue couldn’t help but laugh at him; she knew this "scoundrel" would say sothing strange.
"If n and won were truly equal, it wouldn’t be considered a strange comnt," Wang Hao stubbornly responded.
But that was also fine; at least life was fun and she wasn’t scared off by his truly frightening side.
Otherwise, she would have deleted her account and bolted long ago!
"Breakfast is ready; hurry up and eat! I heard you’re starting a business?"
"I’m thinking of opening an internet café. I’m just idling at ho anyway, and it always feels so decadent. It’s not good not to strive while we are still young."
"Yeah, having a proper job is good; it’s definitely better than staying at ho all the ti."
"I actually don’t quite understand; is there really a big difference between staying at ho and staying in an internet café?" Wang Hao said, as he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, "I’ll open it right at the entrance of the neighborhood. There are a few vacant storefronts there, and they haven’t been rented out anyway. I won’t need too many machines, just twenty or thirty should do."
"How about opening a café on the second floor?"
"It’s up to you; it’s not my money anyway... but I do like the idea of a café."
The breakfast was lavish, a bowl of noodles with soybean paste, a sunny-side up egg, and steaming hot seaweed soup, suprely satisfying.
Wang Hao then said, "There’s soone nad zero in the group willing to help handle so tricky things. The first trial machine should already be on its way, let’s see if it’s any good."
"If it works well, we’ll buy a few more."
Han Xiaoyue stayed silent for a mont; since it was soone from the group ssing around, she didn’t want to ask too much, "That ga... probably not many people will play it, so prepare yourself ntally."
"It’s okay, the shop is mine, I won’t lose money anyway," Wang Hao enjoyed his breakfast contentedly, "Your cooking has gotten better and better. How about not going to college and opening a breakfast shop next to the internet café instead?"
"If you go to a college in another province," Han Xiaoyue joked, "I might just waste away into a lightning bolt."
"Don’t worry, I’ll apply only to universities in this city, and I’ll co ho on weekends. There’s no way I’d let this treasure starve at ho."
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