Zhou Qingfeng was too exhausted and didn’t wake up until the sun was high in the sky.
Sunlight seeped through the gaps in the curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor, filling the air with a lazy and comfortable atmosphere.
It was too late last night to carefully observe the room. Looking around now, he noticed several photos on the bedside table, plush toys at the foot of the bed, and costics on the vanity.
This was clearly Helen’s own bedroom, yet she used it as a guest room for Zhou Qingfeng. He just wanted to turn over, but he felt like half of his body was pinned down by a thousand-pound weight, unable to move.
As he slightly moved his arm, he felt extre numbness and soreness, only then realizing that he was firmly pressed down by a plump body.
Under the thin quilt, Helen’s breathing was even and gentle, her mind still wandering in dreams.
Her head was resting on Zhou Qingfeng’s chest, with her long black hair scattered loosely. Her limbs clung tightly around him like an octopus, as if afraid that the man would slip away in his dreams.
That usually gentle face now appeared exceptionally serene, with long eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks, and the corners of her mouth slightly turned up, seemingly dreaming of sothing wonderful.
Zhou Qingfeng couldn’t help having so romantic thoughts, characteristic of a young man’s fervor began to erge. But when he looked up at the electronic clock on the bedside table, he saw the hour hand already pointing to ten thirty.
What the heck, it’s already morning?!
This is no ti to be sleeping in.
But when he tried to get out of bed, Helen’s arms held him even tighter, muttering incoherently, "Don’t move... It’s the weekend, we need to sleep more."
How could Zhou Qingfeng keep sleeping? He forcibly pulled his arm out of the embrace of the peaks and valleys. This naturally woke the sleeping beauty.
Helen slowly opened her eyes, her drowsy gaze eting Zhou Qingfeng’s. Both of them were a bit stunned, ti seed to freeze.
Monts later, Helen’s pupils gradually focused, as if realizing sothing. She suddenly sat up from the bed, the thin quilt slipping off, revealing her disheveled sleepwear and exposed skin.
She scanned the room with her eyes, finally fixing her gaze on Zhou Qingfeng, with a few traces of surprise and uncertainty in her voice:
"Victor, why are you in my room, lying in my bed? Did we... did sothing happen last night?"
Her voice got lower and more frantic. She looked down at her sleepwear and then spotted the clothes scattered on the floor, frowning slightly, trying hard to piece together the mories of last night.
Then, she quickly drew a conclusion, saying with certainty, "It must be you who sneaked in last night, right?"
Zhou Qingfeng found it both amusing and annoying, and quickly explained, "Wait... it’s not like that. Helen, don’t turn things upside down. It was you who ca in blatantly, I didn’t sneak around."
However, Helen was completely imrsed in her own reasoning, not listening to him at all, and continued speaking to herself:
"I understand, young n like you are impulsive, curious, having intriguing fantasies about mature won, it’s quite normal.
I also admit, I do have so affection for you, but it’s impossible for us to be together. Anyway, let’s just treat it as a one-night stand, I won’t hold you accountable."
Having said that, she lifted the quilt, ready to get up and find her clothes. But as she looked around, she found that her clothes were nowhere in the room.
Her expression shifted from calm to confused, finally with a bit of sternness, she asked:
"Where did you take my clothes? Did we not start in the bedroom? Was it the bathroom? The living room? Or... the kitchen?"
Zhou Qingfeng rubbed his forehead helplessly, couldn’t help but remind, "Helen, aren’t you still not fully awake? We really didn’t do anything last night."
Helen then thought of an even more outrageous scenario: "Did we et at a bar last night, and then got entangled there?
First of all, I have to declare, I’m actually quite conservative and can hardly accept challenging conventional gender relationships.
Of course, if I get pregnant, it must be considered a blessing from God. I will raise the child alone, without needing your financial support."
Zhou Qingfeng felt his scalp tingle, interrupted her again: "Helen, we really didn’t do anything last night, we just... slept together. Don’t let your imagination run wild."
"Impossible!" Helen checked her clothes and body, then raised her head, angrily saying:
"You brat, as a man, you should have a sense of responsibility. I have feelings, and I have evidence. If you did it, you need to admit it.
Of course, I can understand if you’re a bit panicked. I’ll give you ti, we both need to calm down."
Having said that, the female teacher hurriedly left the room to find her clothes.
Zhou Qingfeng thought to himself, ’What is this all about? If I really did it, so be it, but I was exhausted like a dead dog last night...’.
Thinking of this, he realized sothing more important, quickly dressed, took his service pistol, walked out of the bedroom, and went downstairs.
Helen was already standing in the living room on the first floor, stunned as if pressed the pause button.
Because on the living room sofa there appeared a white-haired old man—he was leisurely sitting, holding a steaming cup of coffee.
His eyes were fixed on the news broadcast on the TV, a cheerful smile on his face, as if this was his own ho.
The old man heard the noise, turned his head, seeing Helen, he politely nodded and greeted: "Good morning, madam."
When his gaze shifted past Helen and landed on Zhou Qingfeng coming downstairs, his expression suddenly beca excited, putting down the coffee cup, and stood up, saying:
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