Unscientific Love

Then, when she unlocked her phone and her face was recognized, what appeared before her eyes was a text excerpt from that scoundrel's account of their hotel date.

[Senior, hurry up and change into your school uniform.]

[Dancing in front of a mirror, admiring your own body, that's absolutely amazing. You should try it, senior.]

Marry me, yeah~

The lyrics to the song "Covering Face in Shyness" seem to echo in my mind.

Lin Yan'er hummed softly, then her delicate body swayed gently a few times in the quilt.

It feels like I'm dancing, it's kind of addictive—

Specifically, when dancing this dance, I always feel an indescribable allure to my body.

She felt that this allure was suppressed within her, and she wished she could release it.

But, but I still feel a little embarrassed.

But then I realized that I was currently in a single bed.

Dawn broke again.

My flight attendant colleague Qianqian, who was in the next bed, was fast asleep.

【put it on him make him-pu-pu-put it marry me~】

"Junior brother~"

"Senior."

【put it on him make him wanna marry me】

"Junior."

"Senior."

Lin Yan'er imagined the two of them together. She whispered each other's names in her small voice, her voice filled with excitement and anticipation.

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Chapter 28 Loneliness

"Yan'er, what are you doing hugging the blanket?"

At dawn, as the sky was just beginning to lighten, flight attendant Wu Qian, who seemed to have heard some embarrassing noises from her bed, was awakened by a rustling sound from the bed.

She was sleeping soundly.

But suddenly, a series of "hmm" sounds came from inside.

"Junior, junior."

At first, she thought it was a dream, or perhaps the sounds coming from the couple next door.

But then I realized something was wrong. Why does that voice sound so much like Yan'er's?

That beautiful best friend with the double-voiced tone?

Then she turned over and sat up, and through the darkness of the room, she seemed to see the bed next to her swaying.

Then she stretched out her slender, fair hand and quickly reached for the bedside table to turn on the bedside lamp.

Then, she saw that the blanket on Lin Yan'er's bed had been folded long and gathered to one side, and a beautiful leg wearing gray stockings was tightly wrapped around the blanket.

But since she had just woken up, flight attendant Wu Qian felt that the only reason Lin Yan'er would act this way was because there was a man with her.

She was so frightened that she immediately jumped up.

"Yan'er! Yan'er!"

Wu Qian jumped off the bed.

He instantly walked barefoot to Lin Yan'er's bed.

If this happened abroad, and someone broke into your house, that would be a very serious matter.

So she wanted to wake Yan'er up as soon as possible.

But upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Lin Yan'er was alone on the bed, only muttering things like "rogue" and "junior."

"Dream on."

Wu Qian was relieved.

Is this girl having a dream?

"Record it..."

Wu Qian had an idea.

Exactly, why did you wake her up for no reason? You should make it up to her.

And Lin Yan'er is such a beauty, she has such a great figure.

Look at her posture right now.

Turning to the side, her long, glossy black hair cascaded down to one side, revealing her fair and fragrant neck and profile. She wore an ice silk ink-splatter nightgown that hugged her exquisite figure. The hem of the dress was slit open, revealing glimpses of her beautiful legs clad in gray stockings, exuding a goddess-like beauty.

Even she, who is also a flight attendant, felt extremely envious.

what!

"This girl usually has a dignified and aloof demeanor. I never expected her to have this side to her in private."

"I thought she had good self-control, but I didn't expect her to be a slut too."

Wu Qian stood in the room with her long legs. She was a little thirsty, so she unscrewed a bottle of purified water from a box near the TV table in the hotel and gulped down two mouthfuls.

Then, she carefully picked up the thing inside that had English writing on it but looked like a contraceptive.

I touched it twice with my smooth fingers.

It feels hard all around.

"what."

"I wonder what its structure is."

After finishing, I put on my slippers, felt my way to the bathroom, looked at my face in the mirror, went to the toilet, came back, and went back to bed to sleep.

I thought something had happened.

I was actually awakened by Yan'er's thoughts.

Sigh, the man she's dreaming about right now must be incredibly handsome!

Actually, the boy who brought Yan'er that day was quite good-looking, but I don't know if he was Yan'er's boyfriend.

I need to find out more about this tomorrow.

"What, still busy?"

the other side.

Ao Ye, Chu Chu, and a girl with long white legs whom they met on the way, entered the subway. Half an hour later, when they were almost at their destination, Ao Ye, who had given up his seat to the two girls while holding onto the handrail, first checked the data on the first day after the postponement of his novel.

Afterwards, I checked my chat history with my goddess Lin Yan'er again.

"What is the senior doing now?"

Then he typed in a line of text.

[Senior, could you take a look at this description? Do you girls like it?]

With a whoosh.

Ao Ye selected a passage from what he considered to be the most captivating scene between the male and female leads and sent it to his senior.

Ao Ye believes that as long as a higher being like a human being, as long as the plot is captivating, and the romance between men and women is ambiguous and vivid, regardless of gender, people will definitely feel something.

If not, then one has committed the sin of pretense.

Even the most stunningly beautiful woman wouldn't be unmoved; in fact, she might feel it even more intensely than the average person.

But the other party hasn't replied yet; they're probably busy right now.

We can't push too hard.

The most beautiful relationship is when we're busy with our own things, but when we're free, we're together. You know I'm thinking of you, and I know you're thinking of me. In short, we're both there for each other.

"Ah! Ahh!"

hiss!

Suddenly, Ao Ye sneezed several times in a row.

Who's thinking of me?

Ao Ye muttered something to himself and saw a young woman wearing a mask and sporting a Korean-style perm dragging a suitcase into the car.

A white coat, black flowing trousers, and a pair of black, sparkly leather shoes with a bow design.

She has a rather slim figure.

A pair of beautiful young eyes surveyed the carriage, and also glanced at Ao Ye himself.

Ao Ye muttered under his breath, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a handsome guy before?"

Ding!

Straight man value +200!

A comment flew in.

Ao Ye laughed a few times.

"Neuropathy!"

The young woman with the hot air and her suitcase quickly rolled her eyes at Ao Ye, then squeezed through the crowd and walked away.

Ao Ye looked at her flowing black trousers that hugged her long, slender legs, and the black sparkly leather shoes with bows she wore. She actually had a good figure.

She should be good-looking too.