"I’m all washed up and slling fresh."
As she spoke, Zhao’er walked towards you.
You could vaguely see sothing, oh, don’t look! Don’t look! Don’t look!
You hastily threw the cashre underwear in your hand to Zhao’er, turning around swiftly to press your entire face against the wall!
Fearing that Zhao’er would co closer, you hurriedly said, "Put on so clothes first."
"Oh," Zhao’er nodded.
After hearing the rustling sound of her dressing, you finally relaxed and turned around with a smile— "Zhao..."
"Shh!"
Two streams of nosebleed gushed out like an open faucet, pouring down instantly!
Leaning back, the back of your head hit the wall heavily, and your body fell backward.
"Yun!"
Before you hit the ground, Zhao’er hurriedly stepped forward to catch you, asking with concern, "Yun, what’s wrong?"
Zhao’er’s left hand circled around your back, supporting your body, and with her right hand, she grabbed a towel from the bathroom that she had just used to dry off and started to wipe the blood from your nose.
At this mont, you had to admit, it was so damn tender!
Due to her movents, as Zhao’er was wiping your nosebleed and then checking the back of your head, she leaned in close.
That mont, that face, that nose tip...
Oh~~
"Yun, are you okay?"
Zh’er noticed there were no injuries on the back of your head and stood up straight, looking down at you.
"No, I’m fine."
Having finally extracted yourself from the endless bliss, you rubbed your nose subconsciously and, while holding it, said to Zhao’er, "Zhao’er, put on your pajamas first. The cashre underwear is a bit big, and it’s too revealing in certain areas."
"Oh."
Once Zhao’er put on a "bun-eating cutie" pajama shirt, covering most of the exposed skin, you let out a long sigh of relief.
Dear mother, if such a scene happened again, you’d probably be going to et God and Tathagata Buddha.
After finally getting sorted, you and Zhao’er slept in your clothes.
Holding her felt like holding the whole world, and at this mont, you were content.
"Yun, I want to hear a story."
"What story do you want to hear?" you didn’t expect Zhao’er to have a habit of listening to stories before sleep, so you asked with a smile.
"Pleasant Goat and The Great Grey Wolf."
"Ah?" You were stunned for a full ten seconds before finally snapping your jaw shut, "Zhao’er, do you usually watch Pleasant Goat and The Great Grey Wolf?"
Zhao’er shook her head, looking sowhat aggrieved, "Xi Yu won’t let watch it."
"It’s just as well she doesn’t let you, to prevent you from turning into Hong Tailang, which would be disastrous for ."
"Hmm? Who’s Hong Tailang?"
"Uh..." Okay then, since the conversation had started, it was ti to harness your unparalleled storytelling talent to appease a little girl, "Once upon a ti, on a mountain, oh no, on a vast grassland. There was a castle where a loving couple lived. The male, no, the man was called The Great Grey Wolf; the woman was called Hong Tailang. Hong Tailang was a gentle, kind, beautiful, and generous girl; while The Great Grey Wolf was brave, robust, wise, uh, wise..."
No, you couldn’t continue with the story!
Just as you were trying to figure out how to finish, Zhao’er suddenly asked, "Where is this grassland? I want to go see it."
"The grassland, it’s in the north of us; there are endless stretches of grass, populated with lots of cattle and sheep..."
After that, you talked a lot, and Zhao’er stared at you with bright eyes, blinking steadily until she felt tired and slowly closed her eyes.
Watching her sweet sleeping posture, you smiled...
At this mont, standing proudly on the roof of your building was a stunning figure, draped in moonlight, looking up at the bright moon in the night sky; the breeze brushed her hair and stirred the slightly trembling chords of her heart.
If soone were downwind, perhaps they could hear a soft, gentle sigh in the wind...
The next morning, you opened your eyes out of habit, only to find that the beauty in your arms had already gone.
"Zhao’er?"
You instinctively called out, but no one responded.
Getting out of bed, you discovered that despite the temperature indoors being only seven or eight degrees, you were simply wearing a tank top and patterned boxer shorts, unaffected by the cold.
On the living room table, you found a note.
The handwriting on the note was traditional characters, delicate and pretty, clearly a girl’s.
As for the content, you tore it up after a glance, casually throwing it into the trash.
The note was from the Empress, Zhao’er had left with her, supposedly to see the world outside. You didn’t know why the Empress had done this, all you understood was that during Zhao’er’s absence, what you needed to do was to beco stronger!
"Boss, good morning!"
You and Zong Wangyue, as well as Jin Qi, had chosen the sa elective class for the morning sessions.
Zong Wangyue and Jin Qi sat down next to you, and he turned his head to glance around, asking, "Where are the two sisters-in-law?"
"What do you an ’two’? Brother has only one girlfriend," you said as you reached over to tug on Zong Wangyue’s ear.
"Hehe, if you say there’s only one, then there’s only one." Zong Wangyue took out a pen, wrote two lines on his notebook, and put it in front of you, asking, "Are we taking this job?"
"Let take a look?"
You looked down and couldn’t help but laugh, "These days, there really is all kinds of people, soone even wants us to exorcise his girlfriend on her birthday. What kind of spirits has she gotten into?"
"This, I’m not very clear on; a friend referred this job to ."
You thought for a mont and said, "Our club’s funds have been tight recently, haven’t they?"
Zong Wangyue nodded.
"Let’s take it. I’m free this afternoon anyway."
Zong Wangyue grinned, "I’ll co with Jin Qi. It’ll be a chance to learn a thing or two from boss."
"Mm, absolutely," you agreed and were just about to nod when you noticed a stir among the people around you. Looking up, you saw everyone’s gaze focused on the doorway of the lecture theater.
You looked in that direction too and saw that everyone’s focus was on Xi Yu.
Rarely, Xi Yu wasn’t with Wu Qiyi today; as usual, she was dressed in a business suit, wearing golden thread glasses, and black stockings on her legs. That face, that figure, were as enchanting as could be. With just a slight beckoning, all the n in the lecture room would co running to her like little dogs wagging their tails.
Of course, Xi Yu didn’t beckon; instead, she walked to you under the intense gaze of everyone, "Mr. Li, has Zhao’er already left?"
"Yes," you said with a smile and a nod.
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