2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

I don’t know where I learned it from. The girl was only wearing a loose white T-shirt, with half of her fair and round thighs exposed. The pure cotton fabric is half loose and half fitted to her exquisite and petite body, and the green curves that are beginning to take shape can easily make men imagine.

"Ah?" Yan Muyun didn't seem to hear what she said clearly, and his expression was a little dull.

"Oops..." Zhang Zitong's face was a little red, and he said in a small voice, whether it was because he had just taken a shower or something, "Help me blow dry my hair. It will take me a long time by myself."

"No, no, you can brag. I'm busy. The police just found some new clues..." Yan Muyun raised his phone.

Zhang Zitong didn't insist anymore. He turned around and walked back to the room.

Yan Muyun was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but she came out again, holding a hairdryer in her hand.

"Here you go." Zhang Zitong sat down next to him and forced the hair dryer into his hand.

A slightly moist breath hit his face, and the fragrance of shower gel mixed with the light milk fragrance of the girl's body rushed into Yan Muyun's nasal cavity, making his heart beat faster for a moment.

After just browsing the screenshots of Meng Qian's private collection, a scene like this immediately appeared, which would most likely be difficult for a normal male to handle.

Although Yan Muyun is no longer a normal human male in the strict sense, he is no exception in this regard.

"Hurry up, my clothes are going to get wet." Zhang Zitong stretched out his hand to lift his hair, exposing his slender neck, and said in a slightly dissatisfied tone.

The white T-shirt on the back already had small water stains, revealing a faint flesh color.

The hair dryer and hair were placed on his face, and Yan Muyun could no longer refuse. In desperation, he could only hold up the cold, semi-dry long hair with his hands and blow it.

The sound of the hair dryer is also very low, whirring just like the breeze gently caressing your cheek when you are lying on the lawn in summer and being warmed by the sun. Instead, it reveals the quiet and somewhat ambiguous atmosphere in the room at this moment.

Yan Muyun was a little afraid of this atmosphere, so he racked his brains and came up with a topic to break the silence: "What do you plan to study in Australia?"

"International business, I will fly back and forth between Australia and China every day to play with you and Sister Xixue." Zhang Zitong tilted his body and head back, and glanced upward to see Yan Muyun's expression, but his hands failed to hold him up and said, "Oh!" He fell backward with a sound.

Yan Muyun quickly reached out to hold the girl's shoulders, preventing her from falling into his arms.

"Be safe." He straightened her body.

"Not careful, not careful." Zhang Zitong straightened his back angrily.

Since her back was to Yan Muyun, she didn't see the strange look on his face at this moment.

I saw it...it seemed like I wasn't wearing it.

When the girl just fell back, the pointed tip of her little lotus covered with a thin layer of cloth was inevitably revealed in front of his eyes.

After being interrupted like this, Yan Muyun really didn't know what to say, so he simply closed his mouth and concentrated on drying his hair, hoping to finish the work early.

After a few minutes passed in this semi-awkward and semi-ambiguous atmosphere, Zhang Zitong suddenly pointed to the top of his head: "You need to blow dry the top too."

"Okay, okay..." Yan Muyun reluctantly agreed and simply stood up from the sofa.

This large, loose T-shirt obviously didn't fit, and most of Zhang Zitong's shoulders and collarbone were exposed. Her skin is naturally white, and it has a crystal clear texture just after taking a shower, which can easily make men have the urge to try her touch.

Although Yan Muyun was not unable to resist this temptation, he would inevitably have wild imaginations.

A man who really has no fluctuations in his heart cannot be considered a saint. At most, he is a rotten wooden stake.

Due to the angle, the warm air from the hair dryer seemed to be not satisfied with just blowing the hair. After blowing over the girl's head, it penetrated all the way down into her neckline.

The already baggy T-shirt bulged, revealing some beautiful things hidden underneath - you could almost see it to the end.

"...Climb every hill tirelessly/Crossing the hills, although my head is gray/Chattering, but not as gentle as before..."

Li Zongsheng's "The Hills" played uncontrollably in Yan Muyun's mind.

He knew that this was not what the song wanted to express, and he also knew that he was a little sorry for Teacher Li Zongsheng when the song was playing in his head, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Just like you will be hungry if you don't eat, you will be thirsty if you don't drink water, and you will die if you are killed. This is the natural operating law of the human body itself.

As if he noticed something, Zhang Zitong wanted to tilt his head and look up, but he held his head down: "Don't move, hurry up."

Holding back his accelerated heartbeat, Yan Muyun withdrew his gaze and finally completed the last step with a sullen face.

"Okay." He thrust the hair dryer into Zhang Zitong's hand, sat back expressionlessly and continued to scroll through his phone.

"Thank you." Zhang Zitong whispered with a slight blush, and ran back to the house with the hair dryer.

Yan Muyun felt his face and neck feel a little hot. Judging from the other party's behavior, it was most likely that he was aware of his behavior just now.

Amitabha, it was an unintentional mistake, it was an unintentional mistake.

...

After Yan Muyun briefly washed himself, he came to the master bedroom of the room.

I don't know when Zhang Zitong had tidied up this place in advance and put on new sheets and bedding.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally did not close the door, so that if anything happened, he could get there as soon as possible.

It was already 11 o'clock in the evening, but Muyun was not sleepy at all. He simply turned off the lights and lay on the bed to continue reading Meng Qian's information.

The strengthening effect of genetic medicine is comprehensive. Even the lowest level genetic warrior can only sleep for 5 hours in three days and still maintain energy.

At this level, he barely feels tired even if he doesn't sleep for a week. It's just that a person will not only feel tired physically, but also mentally "tired". If you don't sleep for a week, your mental state will inevitably be a little abnormal, and it is usually easy to become excited, depressed, impetuous, etc.

Therefore, unless there are any special circumstances, Yan Muyun usually can sleep for a while.

But the past two days were obviously considered "special circumstances", so he didn't plan to sleep. He just happened to find time to catch up on the online novels written by authors who were difficult to produce thirty years ago.

I am used to those pigeons being updated once a day or even every two or three days, but suddenly they are all finished, which is really a bit uncomfortable...

As the night progressed, Yan Muyun ended up not reading novels, but catching up on his college coursework. His mental state was really bad during that time. Although Senior Ye taught one-on-one lessons every night, he still left behind a lot of professional knowledge.

Suddenly, the door opened in the corridor.

Not knowing what he was thinking, Yan Muyun subconsciously turned off the phone screen and closed his eyes.

I have no choice but to develop a conditioned reflex. I practiced this series of movements thousands of times when I was a student. "Immediately pretend to be asleep when you hear any noise outside." This command seems to be engraved in the DNA, and it will probably not be changed in ten or twenty years.

Although, no one would chatter non-stop just because they found him staying up late...

Just as he was feeling sad, Yan Muyun suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He thought Zhang Zitong was going to the bathroom, but for some reason he sneaked into the master bedroom.

Without opening his eyes, he could judge the specific location of the other party through the deliberately lowered breathing sound and the girl's refreshing body fragrance.

She was now standing at the head of the bed, very close to him, so close that the fuzz on his face could even feel her body temperature.