funbook-pk Chapter 66 Kiss Him
Chapter 66 Kiss Him
When Meng Xiaoyou said that Pei Sinian was dead, Tang Shengnan thought she was joking. However, she didn't see Pei Sinian for two days in a row, and she couldn't help but feel uneasy. She decided to try to find out what was going on.
"Could he really be dead?"
Mushroom was also saddened, after all, when Pei Sinian died before, he would usually heal himself on the second or third day at the latest.
This is the third day, but Pei Sinian still hasn't made a move, which makes Meng Xiaoyou restless.
Besides that, Song Zhenwan, for some unknown reason, started coming to see her every few days, saying she wanted to be friends with her.
Mushroom couldn't understand why Song Zhenwan would be friends with her when she clearly disliked her so much.
She got annoyed and refused to see him every time. Apart from communicating with Tang Shengnan, she would hide in her room and stare blankly at the man's "corpse".
Meng Xiaoyou was unable to answer Tang Shengnan's question.
Because Pei Sinian really did die!
Seeing Meng Xiaoyou remain silent, Tang Shengnan grew anxious. "Say something! How did you die? You weren't bitten by a zombie, were you? That's not right... Recently, the men who have died have all been cheating on their wives or harming women. The other people downstairs are guessing that a female ghost is haunting them. Your man wouldn't have..."
She hesitated, wondering if she had cheated on her boyfriend and was being retaliated against.
Meng Xiaoyou hadn't thought of that. She shook her head absentmindedly and said, "I'll think of something else. If all else fails, I'll bury him."
He's so clean; if you dig a hole and bury him in some soil, he might just come back to life.
Tang Shengnan: "...?"
Why didn't I see Little Pretty sad when the person died?
really?
To be honest, although Tang Shengnan disliked Pei Sinian for monopolizing Xiao Piao Liang, she also felt that Pei Sinian and Xiao Piao Liang were quite a good match...
If someone dies… She sighed, showing good resilience. She patted Meng Xiaoyou on the shoulder and comforted her, “It’s okay, it’s okay. Tell me when you’re burying him, and I’ll help you. I’ll find you a new boyfriend in a couple of days so you can forget about your ex-husband as soon as possible.”
Meng Xiaoyou didn't understand the second half of the sentence, but she understood the first half. She nodded and absentmindedly returned to her room.
The dreaded sunlight streamed into every corner of the room. The mushrooms lay pitifully under the bed. The man on the bed had his hands elegantly folded over his abdomen. His pale skin was almost translucent, and he looked like a delicate white porcelain piece ready to shatter at any moment…
Mushroom moved a small stool and sat on the edge of the bed, pressing her hands together against the man's chest. There was no tremor under her palms, completely unlike her own heart.
She's not jumping anymore.
The mushroom was very worried; would it rot in two more days?
Thinking of this, she quickly lowered her head and approached the man's cheek. Her nose twitched as she touched the man's skin, but she didn't smell the putrid odor that a corpse should have.
Meng Xiaoyou breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, she blinked in confusion and touched his chest.
Her heart seemed to skip a beat when she smelled him just now.
That's strange, I'm not sure, let me try again.
Meng Xiaoyou's hand didn't leave the man's chest as she leaned her face closer again.
Just as his nose and lips were about to touch the man's skin, his heart skipped a beat, as if a switch had been flipped.
Mushroom's eyes lit up, and she accidentally lowered her head too low, her soft lips brushing against the man's earlobe.
The thing I was pressing in my palm started throbbing even more violently.
Although Mushroom didn't know why this was happening, she had opened the door to a new world. She tried to rub her nose against his face, her breath lightly spraying onto his pale skin, leaving a warm feeling.
A few minutes later, the timid mushroom discovered that whenever a man touched her lips, his heart would pound wildly like a drum.
Mushroom had no concept of gender segregation and knew nothing of human love; she only knew that by doing this, Pei Sinian's heart would be revived.
So, like a chick pecking at rice, she clumsily pecked at the man's face, bridge of his nose, corners of his eyes, and between his eyebrows... The ears are the most sensitive; a kiss on the heart can provide a long-lasting boost.
Undeterred, Meng Xiaoyou began her day's work with great enthusiasm and high spirits.
As evening approached, Tang Shengnan knocked on the door to remind Mushroom to eat, and was shocked when she saw her mouth, "Why is it so swollen?"
Meng Xiaoyou's lips are beautifully shaped and light in color, a pale pink and red. Her lips are full but not too big, like a half-ripe cherry. At this moment, for some reason, the corners of her mouth are red, as if the cherry has ripened.
Tang Shengnan was shocked and subconsciously said, "That deadbeat kissed you like this?"
Meng Xiaoyou shook her head: "No."
"Oh, so you've... found a new love?"
Tang Shengnan hesitated, but as someone who had been through similar experiences, she certainly didn't believe that Meng Xiaoyou's lip had been injured.
However, she didn't say anything, but instead said, "I'm on patrol tonight, I'll go with you."
Meng Xiaoyou took out bread from her spatial storage, nodded haphazardly, and ate without tasting it.
She thought she might have masochistic tendencies, because she was actually craving the porridge Pei Sinian cooked.
Even if the meat isn't fully cooked, it's still better than eating dry bread.
After finishing her meal, Meng Xiaoyou went back to her room and kissed a few more people.
Pei Sinian still hadn't woken up, but Meng Xiaoyou wanted to prove he was alive by sensing his heartbeat.
They had to patrol again at night. Since Pei Sinian wasn't around these past few times, she still teamed up with Song Zhenwan.
Song Zhenwan was always bothering her, and Tang Shengnan would join her in trying to get closer to Song Zhenwan.
The same goes for tonight.
Having been repeatedly stopped by Tang Shengnan, Song Zhenwan was already impatient. Just as she was about to say something, she caught a glimpse of a red, twisted figure approaching out of the corner of her eye. She turned pale with fright, but having learned from her previous experience, she did not faint. Instead, she quietly took a few steps back.
"My stomach is a little upset, so you guys watch for a while, I'm going to the restroom."
With that said, she ran away.
Her heart was pounding in her throat, and a ruthless look appeared on her beautiful face.
These past few days she'd tried so hard to please this brat, but all her efforts were met with indifference. Since that's how it is, she might as well just die.
Once Meng Xiaoyou is dead, Dongfang Lie will no longer pressure her.
Worried that Meng Xiaoyou might not be dead, Song Zhenwan made two preparations.
She had already inquired and learned that Meng Xiaoyou's boyfriend had been sick and hadn't left his room recently. Without Meng Xiaoyou and Tang Shengnan stopping her, she successfully ran to D250 and knocked on the door.
Because she ran so fast, her heart was pounding, her breathing was rapid, and her eyes were fixed on the door.
Two minutes later, just when Song Zhenwan thought the door wouldn't open, it creaked open.
The man was tall, almost casting a shadow over the room. His large, well-defined hands gripped the doorknob, his hair was slightly disheveled, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses on his high-bridged nose. He didn't have a scholarly air about him; instead, he exuded an indescribable sense of contradiction.
Perhaps because he was in a hurry, his glasses were a little crooked. He straightened them with his other hand, and inadvertently touched his face, pausing in his movements.
His face looks swollen?
The man frowned slightly, and as he stepped out the door, he was blocked by an unidentified creature.
His glasses gleamed with an eerie light as he looked down at the newcomer. His sharp, world-weary eyes were utterly indifferent, utterly intolerant of anything else, and eerily calm.