Chapter 4.3 - Don’t even dream of bullying me.
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Cen Simiao was already so incredibly hot by the time she got back home. She was already sweating all over from just the short walk within the community on the way back. She collapsed onto the sofa, then turned on the air conditioner and unlocked her phone.
She had gotten many likes on her WeChat moments.
She suffered through looking over them one by one when she saw Xu Senni, whom she had just added earlier, say that there would be another chance to get together again. Continuing to scroll through, she suddenly came upon Wu Lichen.
Cen Simiao closed her eyes.
So it wasn’t a waste of all her hard work in taking those selfies so diligently, there’s finally some movements.
Wu Lichen finished work and got back to where he was living, where he first took a shower before then laying down on the bed. He closed his eyes to rest for a bit but no matter what, he couldn’t seem to fall asleep.
Opening up a short video[5], he watched it while leaning against the pillow.
Even after a few minutes, there was still not much of a reaction, he was too tired today. All of a sudden, a WeChat message notification popped up, and his breathing froze for a moment before he tapped it open.
Cen Simiao: {Is it convenient to talk right now?}
Wu Lichen typed: {Just got back to where I’m living, just myself here.}
A minute passed, yet there was still no movement from the other side. He was just about to frown when he saw an incoming voice call.
The voice was gentle but crisp and cold. "Hello."
He was taken aback for a moment and dry swallowed. "En, are you at home?"
The tone from the other side of the phone sounded slightly tired as well as carrying a hint of coquetry that probably she herself didn’t even notice, saying that today's weather was just too hot. Wu Lichen answered in reply from time to time.
When the other side’s words came to a still, he paused, then picked up the conversation.
"How did the art gallery go?"
As he continued listening to her talk, he took a look down and reached out to pull off his belt. He brought the phone slightly further away such that his breathing wouldn’t sound as heavy.
All of a sudden, the image of her lying on the sofa that night appeared before his eyes.
Her skin snow white, her cheeks slightly red, so muddled that she was practically unconscious.
"Are you resting?"
Cen Simiao lazily replied, "Yeah, lying on the sofa."
There was no response from the other side.
She frowned and took a look at her cell phone - the call hadn’t been dropped. "What are you doing right now?"
There was a pause. "Joint exercises for the hand."
The author has something to say:
Cen Simiao: Men, none of them is anything good.
Wu Lichen: Wronged:
……
The world I’m writing this time is really… En, very upstanding.
[5] … Euphemism? Too lazy to research into it.
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