2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Yan Muyun touched his chin and asked hesitantly, "I'll go to the balcony first. Can you run out and go back to the room to get a bath towel?"

"But...but it's so cold outside." The girl said aggrievedly.

It's summer now, and Menxia City is located in the south, so indoor air conditioners are generally turned on to be cooler. Yan Muyun had a deep understanding of the sour feeling of being hit by the cold wind just after taking a shower, so he could understand it to some extent.

It seems a bit "cruel" to let the other party run out like this covered in water.

Yan Muyun had no choice but to compromise: "Okay, I'll get it for you. Where is it?"

"Behind my room door."

After getting the bath towel, Yan Muyun knocked on the bathroom door and coughed dryly: "Open the door, I'll hand it in."

In order to avoid the suspicion of peeking, he was very particular about not standing on the side where the door was open. Instead, he stood on the other side of the wall with his back to the door, holding the bath towel in his hand at the door.

"Thank you... thank you..." The door opened slightly, and a slender arm with crystal water droplets and rosy white reached out and took the bath towel in.

Although Yan Muyun didn't look, the mist inside floated out when the door opened, carrying a familiar warm and sweet smell. It was a mixture of girl's deodorant and body wash, which made his heartbeat and breathing speed up a little.

Then he felt something was wrong, and his reaction seemed to be a bit too much.

You have to know that last night, you didn't hold each other to this extent face to face, so why are you so unsatisfied today?

While Yan Muyun's mind was still a little confused, a girl suddenly exclaimed "Ouch" in the bathroom. Then something fell to the ground, making a smooth and crisp sound, and a "dong" sound as if the head hit the wardrobe.

Then, there was absolutely no movement inside.

"Zi Tong? Zhang Zitong?" Yan Muyun was startled and subconsciously reached out to hold the door handle, but his movements stopped just after the door was half open.

The other party slipped and fell as soon as he put the bath towel in. Now... there is a high probability that there is nothing on him.

So he asked again: "Are you okay? What can you say? What happened just now?"

However, there was still no movement inside.

Because he was really worried about the other person's physical condition, Yan Muyun gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go in after counting to 3. If you can still move, at least cover yourself with a bath towel. 1...2...3."

The other party never responded, so he had no choice but to open the door.

When Yan Muyun saw the scene clearly, he froze on the spot.

Zhang Zitong was lying on the bathroom floor, his eyes closed, and his dazzling white body under the light was almost completely exposed to his sight. The reason why I say almost is because the towel barely covered one corner of her thighs, but other than that, the rest of her body was completely uncovered.

Yan Muyun took a deep breath and kept telling himself to stay calm in his mind.

It seemed that the girl accidentally fell and hit the back of her head on the edge of the bathtub. Fortunately, the edge of the bathtub was a smooth arc with a large angle, so no serious injuries should have been caused. The slight rise and fall of her chest proved that she had only fainted temporarily and was not seriously injured.

Yan Muyun originally wanted to check on the other party's situation, but his eyes were almost locked on the pair of snow-white hills, and he couldn't look away for a while.

He swallowed, closed his eyes forcibly and shook his head, hoping to wake up a little bit. Then he leaned down and picked up the girl from the ground.

Moist and warm, soft as if boneless.

It seemed that the foam had not been rinsed off in some places, making it slippery. Yan Muyun had to hold her close to him to stabilize himself. The clothes on his body became wet due to this, and the warm and tender touch made the blood in his body almost boil.

Something's wrong... Something's wrong...

Yan Muyun resisted the unspeakable impulse in his heart, carried Zhang Zitong across his arms to her room, and gently placed her on the bed. When he reached out to pull the quilt over and cover her, his movements slowed down.

His gaze seemed to have taken root, wandering back and forth on the girl's body, scanning it over and over again, as if it was never enough.

Until he accidentally caught a glimpse of the girl's slightly furrowed eyebrows, which seemed to be in pain, he was startled and quickly pulled the quilt to cover her.

What am I doing?

What was I just doing?

Yan Muyun looked at his hands in disbelief, feeling extremely uneasy in his heart.

He could feel something was wrong with him, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Yan Muyun took another look at Zhang Zitong, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. Covered by the quilt, his thoughts became much clearer.

Taking a deep breath to calm down his excitement, he checked the girl's condition again, and after confirming that she was only temporarily comatose and not seriously injured, he prepared to get up and leave the room first.

He felt deeply that he could not stay any longer. The desire deep in his heart was like a fire that kept burning his nerves, making him endure torture all the time.

However, as soon as Yan Muyun made a move, he found that the corner of his clothes had been hooked by the other party's fingers at some point. At the same time, there was movement on the bed, and Zhang Zitong's weak voice sounded: "Don't...don't leave me..."

"As long as it's okay, I'll go out and get you a glass of water."

Yan Muyun said softly while trying to take her hand away.

"Don't... stay with me here." I don't know if it was because her consciousness was not very clear, but the girl lost her temper inexplicably. She kicked her feet a few times, and then most of the thin bedding was kicked away, Her upper body was almost completely exposed to the air.

Yan Muyun wanted to pull up the quilt, but he was caught off guard and was hugged around the waist again, and then almost the whole body of the other party was pressed against him.

"What are you doing?" He tried to look away, but the hot and soft touch was unavoidable.

"If...if it's Brother Yan..." The girl slowly straightened up, her cheeks now blushing, and her dark eyes rippling like lake water in early spring.

She gently held his earlobe with her lips, breathed out a moist and sweet breath that could melt steel, and said vaguely: "...It's okay."

These words were like a heavy hammer, almost completely breaking through Yan Muyun's psychological defense.

Did he have any reason to control himself up to this point? The other party has made it completely clear. Even the scene where she forgot her towel in the bathroom tonight and slipped down was a deliberate act.

It's like seeing a table full of men and women at a table when you're extremely hungry. This physiological instinct of the human body for certain things will cause every cell to roar and go berserk, completely betraying its own brain.

What's more, the sumptuous meal is still begging for his enjoyment.

Yan Muyun almost growled and threw the girl onto the bed. One hand held the girl's tender waist from behind, and the other hand held the fragile white neck. This sense of complete control made him There is a kind of comfort that goes straight to the sky.

However, at the last moment, Yan Muyun's figure froze.

As it was dark outside, the window at night turned into a blurry mirror, and he saw a demon in it.

A demon with a ferocious face with bright golden light flowing in its eyes.

What's wrong with me?

Yan Muyun was suddenly confused, but it was only for half a second. Soon his mind was almost occupied by the surging lust again.

But he finally controlled himself, and a slender but tenacious thought kept echoing in his mind, warning him that if he really allowed something to vent unchecked, he would probably regret it for the rest of his life.

Zhang Zitong closed his eyes tightly, waiting nervously and expectantly for the storm to come.

However, after a moment, she felt those hot hands slowly leave her neck and waist.

She opened her eyes in confusion, but her face was covered by the fallen quilt.

"sleep earlier."

The man's voice was hoarse, followed by the sound of the door closing.

...

Yan Muyun came to the bathroom and turned on the shower without taking off his clothes. The cold water flowed from the top of his head to his whole body, suppressing the heat that was about to drive him crazy.

Something is wrong, very wrong. There is definitely something wrong with me tonight.

Yan Muyun knew exactly what kind of person he was.

According to the normal script, when faced with Zhang Zitong's embrace, his heart might speed up and he might have a physiological reaction, but this is inevitable for a normal man.

But no matter what, he would never do anything outrageous in the end. He would only carefully break away from the other party and help cover him with quilt, and then leave the room without any hesitation.

For some reason, a round face with a friendly smile appeared in Yan Muyun's mind.

Yang Qi was the only person he came into contact with tonight, and his intuition told him that his strange behavior tonight was definitely related to the other person.