Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 182 The World Has Mermaid Language (26)

The waiter chuckled twice. "Sweet dreams, you two."

After saying that, he quickly turned around and closed the door.

Yan Fa'an glanced at the blanket, blinked, and then quickly sat up on the bed.

He said to Shen Yun, "You sleep on the floor."

Shen Yun squeezed the white ball of dough, her grip tightening unconsciously. After a long while, she slowly uttered two words, "Hehe."

"What's wrong?" Yan Fa'an had a feeling that something was off about that "hehe".

"Don't tell me I should stay awake tonight and keep myself awake, so I can help you get your blankets." If that's the case, she might not be able to control her fists.

Yan Fa'an was stunned for a moment. "Is there something wrong with it?" That's exactly what was done at Yan Fa's house before.

Shen Yun got the answer and plopped down on the stool. Because of the excessive force, the somewhat dilapidated wooden stool instantly shattered into pieces, and she fell on her bottom.

Why is her noble buttocks always suffering?

Shen Yun chuckled twice more, then deftly brushed the sawdust off his back, turned around, opened the door, went downstairs, walked to the counter, and with a loud "smack," said, "Give me the most expensive room."

The waiter looked at the few pieces of silver, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I don't have enough silver."

His attempt to show off backfired, and several customers drinking tea downstairs couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Shen Yun looked at the loose silver coins that jingled on the table and suddenly felt a pang of sadness. She couldn't afford an expensive room anymore.

"Give me a room that's furthest from the one we just opened."

The waiter's lips twitched as if he wanted to speak, but in the end he put the silver in the drawer, then led Shen Yun upstairs and continued walking inside.

After walking to the door of a room, he opened it and said, "This is the room."

Before leaving, the waiter hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but say, "Sir, please listen to me. Couples may quarrel in bed, but they make up before they get out of bed. Don't take it too seriously."

After saying that, he ran away quickly.

Husband and wife? They fight in bed and make up in bed?

Is she hard of hearing and misheard?

"Did you hear that?" Shen Yun asked the white dumpling in her hand.

2345 quickly shook its head; its intuition told it that if it told the truth, its host might go crazy.

It turns out she really misheard.

Shen Yun slapped his forehead, making a loud thud.

"It must be because he made her angry," Shen Yun muttered to herself.

The night was alluring, and moonlight streamed in through the cracks in the tightly closed wooden window. With a creak, the door was gently opened, and the pale moonlight fell on the shadows of people.

Half of the pale golden tail was on the bed, and the other half was hanging in the air. The sleeping woman smacked her lips and then suddenly swallowed.

It's not hard to imagine what the woman's dream was like from this series of actions.

The figure slowly walked to the bedside, paused for a long time as if considering something, and then picked up the sleeping person, lay down, and covered them with a blanket.

The next morning, Shen Yun covered her eyes, which were slightly stinging from the sunlight.

She turned over, trying to go back to sleep.

The softness beneath me, and the presence of two hands around my waist—this feeling was strangely familiar.

Shen Yun struggled to open his eyes and looked down at his waist.

Sure enough, there were two hands.

She looked at her situation again and found herself sleeping on top of a man.

Shen Yun slowly touched the man's cheek, paused for a moment, and just when 2345 thought she was about to kiss him, "slap!" Shen Yun slapped him hard across the face. The sharp pain jolted Yan Fa'an, who was half asleep, awake.

He touched his cheek, looking aggrieved, his voice still hoarse from just waking up, "You hit me?"

"So what if I hit you? Do I need to pick a day?"

2345: Is there something wrong with this?

Yan Fa'an felt not only wronged, but also deeply aggrieved.

What heinous thing did he do to deserve being beaten? There was no warning whatsoever.

Shen Yun tapped his chest, her tone unpleasant, "There's a difference between men and women. Why aren't you sleeping in your own room at night? What are you doing in my room?"

It couldn't have been that she was sleepwalking and carried him back in the middle of the night, could it?

She had expected to see a look of shame on his face, but Shen Yun felt that she had underestimated his thick skin.

"I can't sleep," Yan Fa'an said confidently.

Good heavens, what do I care if you can't sleep!

Shen Yun tried to keep her tone from becoming too agitated, "Didn't you sleep alone all those years before?"

Yan Fa'an was stumped by her question. He seemed to think for a moment, then looked at her with deep eyes and said, "The past is the past, and the present is the present. We can't generalize. Anyway, I can't sleep well without you now. I don't like to compromise."

Shen Yun glared angrily at him, but even as her eyes ached, she didn't see any remorse in him. What kind of trouble had she caused?

She quickly changed her tune, "You know the saying 'unmarried man and unmarried woman,' right? You're definitely a man, it's not appropriate for us to get too close."

2345 helplessly covered her eyes. The host was being far too tactful. It wasn't just that they were too close; they were practically glued together with double-sided tape.

Yan Fa'an said, "But we were in the same room before."

"Yes, it is," Shen Yun took a deep breath and clenched his fist.

"Then just go out on the street and find any woman to hug and sleep with."

She believed that with his looks, he would have no shortage of suitors.

"That's different."

Shen Yun touched his temple. "Why is it different?"

Yan Fa'an lowered his head, his voice muffled, "You're not human." After saying this, he suddenly looked up, his bright eyes like crystal, "So the idea of ​​men and women being different doesn't apply to you."

Shen Yun burst into tears for no reason. Heavens above, earth below, she would rather be struck by lightning than speak to this man.

She finally understands how those she criticized felt.

"I'm not human, I don't deserve to breathe the same air as you. Goodbye." After uttering this long string of words swiftly, Shen Yun turned and left.

If we don't leave soon, she might kill someone.

Yan Fa'an was stunned for only a moment before the person in front of him disappeared. His eyes looked even more confused, and he muttered softly, "That's not what I meant."

The waiter who came to clean the room in the morning saw the young master who had said he wanted to change rooms yesterday come out angrily. He was about to ask him a question, but the young master walked away too fast. He only had time to open his mouth, but he didn't get a word out.

He slowly shook his head and took the white cloth off his shoulder into his hand.

Looks like they've had another argument.

After entering through the wide-open door, he found another young master sitting there blankly.

He rolled his eyes, closed the door, and quickly walked forward.

She whispered, "Young master, you two must have had a fight. Take my advice, women and men are just... you can coax them gently, there's no need to start a fight..."

(End of this chapter)