Chapter 86
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Where’s everyone? Chuxia asks herself . Han Qilu’s door is left slightly ajar . The light from inside the room spills out into the dark corridor . She doesn’t know where the hallway light switches are so she has no choice but look toward the lit room .
In fact, her fortitude is dwindling… .
“Hello?” An Chuxia calls out . No one is in the room . She looks back at the long, dark corridor . Despite no one being around, she opens the door . Bright light bathes her . Immediately, she feels a sense of security .
“Is there anyone here?” She looks around the empty room . This is her second time in a boy’s room, right? Han Qilu’s room is actually very neat . It is to be expected . He is a picky person . She wouldn’t put past him if he kept the room clean .
The room’s color is dark . The walls are painted rose red, giving the room a romantic feel . One would presume a girl resides in the room rather than a man like Han Qilu… Suddenly, she thinks of his features . The room’s colors suit him .
Feeling bolder, she takes a lap around the room . She stops in front of the bed . Is the bed twice her size?
Come to think of it, her bed isn’t small . Jiang Yuan just bought her a lot of dolls and piled it on her bed saying a girl’s bed should be so . She just allows her to have the illusion of such a bed .
Breathing a sigh of relief, she jumps on his bed . All of a sudden, she’s 10 centimeters high!
“Soft bed…,” she says . She jumps a few more times . She happily bounces on it like a trampoline .
What she didn’t notice is Han Qilu’s bathroom door is slightly open . The insulation is just that good, she didn’t hear anyone taking a bath .
Qilu opens the door gently . He wraps his lower half with a white towel and leaves his upper body exposed . His hair is still wet, dripping . He holds a wrinkled towel in his right hand and uses it to wipe his hair .
He hears a strange voice from the room . He stops in the middle of drying his hair and looks up at his bed .
A girl in a white skirt dances on his bed . His mouth opens in slight surprise . He would’ve been upset any other time but at that moment, he can’t help but smile .
This time, his smile is genuine . It reaches his eyes . Is his brain damaged? This can’t be right… After all, it’s An Chuxia!
He finishes drying his hair before tossing the towel aside . He quietly moves toward the bed and mischievously reprimands her . “Is my bed that much fun?”
An Chuxia jumps as she hears his cold voice . She panics . Caught unaware, her legs buckle from under her and she falls down . Her thought is that she hopes she doesn’t re-injure her leg!
Words escape her . All she sees is the rose red colored floor . She vows to hate the hue . It’s the most annoying red .
Time seems to have stood still… .
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