Chapter 1216: Chapter 107: Failed Product
“I have no problems,” Gongsun Ce told himself, “Everything is normal. I have enough power to face all daunting challenges.”
Qin Qianbai glanced down: “Ah Ce, your legs are shaking.”
Gongsun Ce slapped his thigh hard twice, and his legs steadied, but his hands started trembling. He began adjusting his tie, fixing his hair in the mirror, trying his best to move his tense face. After finishing all this, he turned to ask, “H-how do you think I look now?”
Shiyu Ling covered her face with her hand, unable to watch directly: “Who’s ever seen anyone wear a suit to bed?”
“I thought it should be a bit formal…”
Gongsun Ce took out the suit he had worn to dinner last ti, dressed nearly like a corporate elite but just lacking a bit of hair gel. Qiluo tiptoed to grab her boyfriend’s face, softly saying, “Gongsun Ce, take off the suit and take a shower, put on pajamas and then go to bed.”
“But I…”
“Trust , there’s no mistake,” Qiluo’s attitude was indisputable, “It’s already 11:13, go rest early!”
Gongsun Ce nodded repeatedly, like a sleepwalker leaning against the wall and heading to the bathroom. The girls all breathed a sigh of relief; Shiyu Ling lay down on the sofa, pointing upstairs and asking, “What’s going on up there?”
“Ah Ce is overthinking.” Qin Qianbai said.
Shiyu Ling burst into laughter: “Hey, how could anyone not overthink this? Anyone would have misunderstood!”
“Alandia speaks directly, I don’t think she’d beat around the bush with suggestive hints,” Qin Qianbai said seriously, “She said to sleep together, so it’s really just sleeping together.”
Gongsun Ce finally managed to sneak into the bathroom, Qiluo whispered, “Should we remind Gongsun Ce…”
Qin Qianbai said compassionately, “Happy fantasies are harmless, let the fool enjoy it a bit longer.”
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Half an hour later, Gongsun Ce summoned up the courage to open the bedroom door. He had changed into sumr short-sleeved pajamas; perhaps he should have co in wearing just underwear, he didn’t know. In this aspect, no matter how much he practiced the Impermanence Skill, it couldn’t help him one bit.
“You’re here, Ce.”
Alandia was waiting for him at the table, wearing that simple gray sleepwear, the light fabric like flowing water wrapped around a beautiful form. She led Gongsun Ce to the bed, the fair skin beneath her collar provoking thoughts. He knew the Dawn Knight felt it yet couldn’t control his thoughts, all sorts of past fantasies and absurd imaginings mingled with reality, making it hard for Gongsun Ce to tell whether he was dreaming or awake.
Alandia got on the bed first, pulling the quilt halfway open and beckoning him. Gongsun Ce swallowed loudly, instinctively turned off the light, and lay beside the woman, gently embracing her…
“Goodnight.” Alandia leaned on his shoulder, eyes closed, sleeping.
“Goodnight–wait a minute!!!”
Gongsun Ce felt utterly shocked; at this mont, aside from shock, he could hardly muster any other emotion. But the Dawn Knight fell asleep for real, curled up in Gongsun Ce’s arms like a bird returning to its nest. Gongsun Ce’s heart was a stampede of emotions, instinctively wanting to raise his voice and wake her up.
But now he realized he was also tired, tired to the point where his desires didn’t even arise. Vengefully, he rubbed Knight’s side face, softly said: “You wicked woman, you’ve been teasing since four years ago… Sleep well.”
He fell asleep.
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Ever since the Divine Communication, Gongsun Ce rarely dread; to be safe, he always chose dreamless sleep. But this night he had a rare dream, in which he wore black clothes and a cloak, dressed exactly like four years ago. He stood in front of an old residential building, the wall of the six-story old building mottled, a railroad not far to the south, where trains clanked with noise.
“I’m really amazed by you…”
Gongsun Ce felt helpless, climbed the green iron ladder outside the building, and went up the outdated steps floor by floor. He easily found the unit where Alandia lived as a child; among the gray hazy windows, only one was white. Gongsun Ce rummaged in his pocket for so old gadgets, opening the lock from the outside with a wire and a piece of paper. At the mont he flipped inside, he felt like a petty thief.
This room was exactly as Alandia described back then, a cramped space squeezed with a small bookshelf and a wooden bed, ugly hand-sewn cloth dolls on the desk, several hefty books neatly stacked on the floor, which Gongsun Ce guessed were unfinished books she had no room for. Alandia sat on that small bed, beckoning him over as usual.
“Ce, you’re here.”
“I should’ve known you can get into my inner depths, so I can co to yours…,” Gongsun Ce sighed, the last bit of delusion in his heart dissipated. “I’m really amazed by you; what kind of private words need to be discussed here?”
“Here is the safest place I can think of.” Alandia patted the bed, signaling him to sit down, “I want to discuss our battle plans for later.”
“Hey, that’s not fair! You casually look around my room while I’m in your place only to be an advisor?” Gongsun Ce loudly protested.
“You can read all the books here.” Alandia said without changing her expression.
Without hesitation, Gongsun Ce grabbed a thick book from the floor and randomly flipped a page, his eyes skimming a line: “July 23, overcast. Today Ce invited for the third ti; maybe he likes …”
Gongsun Ce slamd the book shut with a bang, loudly saying: “Let’s get to the real discussion!”
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