Chapter 77: Fragrant Dreams Without A Trace

  Tonight no one sleeps easily.

  She lay on the bed in a stiff posture, her heart was excited and she couldn't sleep - to be exact, after experiencing great ups and downs, her mood was a bit unstable, from hope to despair and then back to hope, it was like a roller coaster ride, if not for her strong little heart, she might have lost her life.

  Summer brother kissed her... Ah... Very happy and perfect, right? Zhan Zhu Zhu covered half of her face with a quilt, afraid to show off her big white teeth and be suspected of being a ghost at midnight. Excited! The Long March of a thousand miles has won a crucial victory! She was very sure that this must be Summer brother's first kiss.

  Ah ah ah! I really want to proclaim it to the whole world! War war happiness is rolling around on the bed, and the quilt has almost been kicked out of two holes by her feet.

  I want to savor this sweet moment, but at that time my mouth was probably sealed so my brain was oxygen-deprived, and those ten or more seconds were hazy, except for the lingering intoxicating feeling like a spring breeze, I just can't recall any details - how frustrating! Such a glorious moment should be recorded on DV tape, to watch once every day, no, to watch 180 times a day, in order to alleviate the pain of Xia Zhi Gege's departure over these few years.

  This feeling can be waited for as a memory, but at that time it was already bewildered. The two sentences of poetry I got during the college entrance examination are really suitable now.

  Why doesn't she just not brush her teeth for the rest of her life? ...Okay, this idea is not reliable. How about not washing hands? Wuuu, how can we keep this beautiful memory longer?

  Blast it all! Useless at critical moments! Zhan Zhuang slapped his own forehead and sighed.

  With a slap of her hand, she suddenly had an epiphany - it's all over, this hand of hers wasn't just for eating Xia Zhige's tofu, but also the "Dragon Claw"!

  She grasped the details of Xia Fei's rod that morning, it was still vivid in her mind, and to this day, she still had a sense of touch in her hand, and a clear memory in her mind - at that time, she almost looked at it with a hawk eye, seeing only a small section in front, but it seemed like 360-degree omnidirectional vision, incredibly clear.

  Even earlier, the moment Xia Fei opened the sliding door, the guy who was once so proud and arrogant, now hanging his head in shame, hiding in a small room, she remembered it clearly.

  What the...?! This is ridiculous! Selective memory, huh? You should also remember that part about Xia Zhi Gege then. Just because Xia Fei Han has exhibitionism, you can't just recall those shameful and embarrassing things! Get a grip! Please wake up and have some dignity!

  The joy of just now was swept away, and he found himself at odds with himself. A battle raged in his mind as he desperately tried to use the memories that belonged to Xia Zhi to cover up Xia Fei Han, but no matter what, it was all in vain. In the end, his entire brain was filled with thoughts of Xia Fei Han.

  It's all collapsed! Zhan Zhu Zhu jumped up from the bed and went to take a bath. Why does it feel like his whole body is filled with Xia Fei's scent and touch now? He hugged himself, kissed himself, and held his own small hand... damn, how can he be even more intimate than Xia Zhi Gege?

  When did all this happen, and how could she have no impression of it at all? Was Xia Fei Han not taking her as a woman anymore, or was she taking herself too much as a man? She remembered that before those things happened, she and Xia Fei Han were very normal...

  Tossing and turning, can't figure it out, ahhhhh! Forget it! Clean up! Then, with all my heart, thinking of Xia Zhi gege, sleep!

  Isn't it hot in summer? Hmph, go flush yourself down the drain!

  Zhan Zou was thinking of Xia Zhi with all his heart and mind, while Xia Zhi was also thinking of Zhan Zou with all her heart and mind.

  Tonight is also completely new for him.

  He kissed Dudu.

  A little melancholy. I feel like I've done something wrong. After all, this isn't what someone of my age should be doing, is it? After all, this isn't what he and Xiaoyu should be doing, is it? He's always been so mindful, always in control, he's always treated Xiaoyu like his own sister, he's always been so precise, why did he make an exception tonight?

  How should he face Xiaoyu from now on, and how should he position this relationship? Should he admit that he has fallen in love with Xiaoyu just like that? Isn't that too rash? After all, in his heart, he still stubbornly follows his previous understanding. But can he just ignore this one kiss? Is it a bit unfair to Xiaoyu?

  He felt a little happy. His first kiss... started with warm and gentle sweetness, ended with wild and passionate pursuit, and the other party was Tangtang, he didn't feel sorry at all. Throughout the process, he was equally bewildered and couldn't remember the details, but there was only one feeling, that is, it was very beautiful, so beautiful that he almost couldn't stop, so beautiful that he almost lost control, sinking.

  The joys of love between men and women, is it really like this? The taste of beans, is it really like this?

  He... seems to be looking forward to it...

  This feeling is so peculiar, bringing him a brand new sensation, emotions flowing in his blood, turning into strings of flowing notes, wanting to express himself in his own way.

  His piano skills have always been evident in his perfect performances, but now he wants to create.

  He had a hard-to-express emotion in his heart, ashamed to speak out loud, but wanting to remember it deeply.

  Summer gets up, under the desk lamp, picks up the pen, and lightly writes notes on the paper, singing the most beautiful melody.

  First Love

  Sweetly, faintly, vaguely, hopefully...

  Under the same desk lamp, Xia Fei Han is staring at the blueprint. The 3D rendering of the motorcycle modification on the computer screen keeps rotating, reflecting his restless mind and chaotic hand movements, but his gaze, although fixed on the screen, is unfocused and lacks depth.

  His mind was not on this drawing at all, which had condensed his many thoughts and efforts.

  What appears before my eyes is all her. Her joy, her anger, her panic, her anxiety, her long and curved fluffy rabbit ears, her bright and spirited beautiful big eyes, her pink and soft moist lip, her slender and elegant white neck, her plump and smooth shoulders, her small and upright charming chest, her slim and upright powerful waist, her pert and soft elastic buttocks, her slender and straight tight legs...

  What flashed into his mind was the motorcycle blueprint, but what emerged in his heart were her images, and just like the blueprints on a computer, rotating 360 degrees, with no blind spots.

  He even remembered her taste, her temperature.

  A frustrated punch on the desktop, a vexed scratch of his half-dry hair, and a silent curse.

  Why is that bean sprout so persistent? He can't seem to get rid of her now.

  Hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix, ten thousand return to their roots... Thinking of the very end, it's an unforgettable scene just like the war-torn one - only her angle is upwards, while his is downwards...

  At that time, he subconsciously let go, then realized she would fall like this, wanted to stretch out his hand again, but her smooth body made it impossible for him to get a grip, so he could only use his foot as a temporary railing for her - shouldn't be a problem, right?

  But who would have thought that she would pull down his bathrobe... When Chao Tianyi suddenly drew his gun, his majestic aura soaring straight to the top of his head, he was stunned for a moment.

  When he wanted to move, she was faster. He stared blankly as she stretched out her hand without raising her head and grabbed him in one go.

  The feeling of that one second, cannot be expressed in words. He only knew that this moment, he would remember for the rest of his life, and that feeling was still so clear to him even now.

  Fiery desire about to explode.

  It's not cold in summer, feeling stuffy. Getting up from the computer desk, throwing myself onto the soft big bed, covering my head with a pillow.

  Don't think about her! He didn't want to think about her at all. He thought it was shameful and ridiculous, he thought it was hateful and terrifying.

  He actually had a crush on that bean sprout? Just one or two months ago, he hadn't even thought of such a possibility, this was simply an overthrow of his three views.

  He actually lost sleep over that bean sprout? No matter who knew, this was absolutely the biggest joke in history - he might not dare to say he's a male god level, but at least a standard high rich handsome guy. What about her? Except for not being poor, short and mediocre were a must. She was infatuated with him, how could things turn out like this?

  And then, he was actually eaten tofu by that bean sprout twice in a row? Yes, he was eaten tofu by her. Even if he kissed her and touched her, what's the big deal? She had done the same to him, it was mutual, but she had also seen herself come out of the bath twice, each time more explosive than the last, and what about him? Apart from seeing her bikini rabbit girl suit, he hadn't seen anything in the key areas.

  All these are still not the most important thing, the most important thing is that Xia Fei clearly realized that these thoughts of his had already penetrated deep into his mind and were beyond his control.

  This is the most terrifying thing.

  That bean sprout, wholeheartedly pursuing Xia Zhi, he guarded her tightly; who knew in the end, she made a mistake with one foot, while he forgot to guard his own goal.

  Shoot in.

  What to do? Just surrender to her like this? Impossible! The game has just begun, hasn't it? If he can't determine that she's cheating, then all he can do is play well for the rest of the match - watch her closely, defend against her tightly, and best of all, turn the tables and defeat her with a big score!

  Xia Fei Han was lost in thought like this, gradually falling into a shallow sleep...

  "Xia Fei is not cold! Get up! Return my silk scarf!" Her soft rebuke seemed to echo in his ears.

  As soon as Xia Nian opened his eyes, he saw her wrapped in a thin quilt, lying on the edge of his bed.

  "Xia Fei is not cold! Get up! Return my silk scarf!" Her two hands stretched out from under the quilt, pulling at the black gauze that was pressed under his pillow.

  He looked down from his collar and saw her black bunny girl suit.

  "Not cold, brother! Let me through." Her voice sounded so ethereal, and due to the tugging, the quilt on her body had already fallen to her waist.

  His gaze was once again drawn to her black and white contrasting skin, this time without pretending to retreat, but rather indulging in unbridled abandon.

  He also didn't know where he got the courage from.

  She looked at him with a smile, not cunning but lively; she pulled the silk scarf that was pressed under his shoulder by the pillow, pulled it down, and then looked at him coquettishly, waiting for his response.

  And he grabbed her wrist.

  "Hmm?" She opened her bright big eyes and smiled slyly at him: "Brother Fei Han, you're a rascal..."

  He wanted to ask if you thought he was Xia Zhi, so he acted coquettishly, but he couldn't bear to ask and didn't want to ruin the atmosphere.

  He became stubborn and refused to let go.

  She was stunned for a moment, then continued to smile with her teeth showing, like a little rabbit pouncing forward, hugging his arm and pressing her cheek against his arm: "Fei Han Gege, I knew you wouldn't bear to part with me."

  Yes, I'm really going to miss you, but how did you know?

  Summer is not cold, looking at the smile in her arms like a flower, she can't seem to think of anything in her mind, just floating and feeling a little absent-minded.

  He gently, slowly, stiffly, carefully, and slowly wrapped his arms around her.

  She snuggled into his arms, then lifted her head, those bright eyes, like the brightest moonlight on a summer night, and like a clear spring that quenched the heart, with ripples of joy in her heart.

  Her mouth curved into a smile as she looked at him, her eyes slightly cast down in shy embarrassment.

  Xia Fei's throat moved slightly.

  "Isn't it Brother Fei?" she softly called out to him.

  He didn't answer because he had already lowered his head and sealed her pink lips shut.

  No repression, no tension, no deliberate use of things, for the first time, so unscrupulously and without thinking about anything else, indulging in the kiss itself.

  Fingers weaving through silky hair, thoughts drowning in the heavy scent of his breath; embracing the body in her arms, the tip of her tongue tightly sealed; entwined bodies, taste, smell, and touch, tyrannically teasing her sweet fragrance.

  Dizzy and bewildered, it presses down so heavily, like a thousand billion stars overlapping each other, with such large flower stamens and rotating wings, that transcendent feeling, I don't know if it's death or growth, not caring whether it's flying up or falling down.

  He just wants to seize the moment.

  His clothes were scattered all over the floor. He looked down at her, unable to believe that this moment was finally here; she gazed back at him tenderly, her eyes dazed and intoxicated.

  "Brother Fei Han..."

  That's an invitation.

  Like a racing car on the track, roaring engine, extreme speed, sound and picture stimulating the senses, bringing people a wild heartbeat.

  He sweated profusely, and his youthful hormones were fully released at this moment; he used all his strength, but somehow it still didn't feel enough...

  Then fell, and thus woke up.

  Xia Fei Han opened his eyes.

  Before his eyes, there was only a dim light, without her gentle and affectionate expression that was both joyful and restrained.

  The ears are quiet and silent, without her gentle whispers and gasps.

  My hands are empty and hollow, without her soft body or her warmth.

  Only the black scarf wrapped around his hand and half pressed under the pillow.

  Was it just an idle dream?

  Xia sighed, feeling a bit lost, but more of it was like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

  It's okay, it wasn't real, just that kind of overwhelming feeling, how could it be so realistic?

  Really? Xia Fei Han suddenly furrowed his brow, his hand stiffened for a moment, then reached into the quilt.

  He sprang up from the bed like a conditioned reflex, his normally calm and collected face now completely gone, replaced by a look of extreme embarrassment, with a faint blush spreading across his pale face...

  No wonder it's so realistic, he actually...

  Damn it! Xia Fei Han jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, hoping that this moment would never be known to anyone.

  "Big brother, wake up."

  "Second brother, wake up."

  "Get up, it's time."

  At 9:00 in the morning, Xia Liqiu wore a floral princess dress and a sun hat, standing between four rooms for five minutes before going forward to knock on each door one by one.

  Wasn't it agreed that we would leave at 9 o'clock? Did she just imagine it? ... Three people stood her up together? ... Why do I have the illusion of having traveled through time and space, with everything changed?

  Three people almost simultaneously opened the door and startled Xia Liqiu again.

  "Did you guys go out and have fun tonight?" Xia Liqiu's beautiful eyes widened in slight surprise, like a doll. She looked around the circle, her finger pointing to each of the three people one by one.

  It's too weird, these three are not the kind of people who would oversleep and be late, how did they all coincidentally sleep in? Just look at their attire, it's obvious they just woke up.

  What's even more bizarre is that all three of them have thick black eye circles?

  Is there something she doesn't know about?

  Xia Zhi quickly opened the door and was about to greet his sister with a smile, but instead saw the opposite door open with a yawn.

  Zhan Zhan had just retracted his claws and wanted to wave goodbye to Li Qiu and Xia Zhige, when he saw the door of the room diagonally opposite open, revealing Xia Feihan.

  Two people's eyes met.

  Almost at the same time, two people's faces changed, and they each "bang" shut their doors, leaving only Xia Zhi and Xia Liqiu staring at each other.

  "Uh, brother..." Xia Liqiu was dazed, this was obviously a night with stories to tell, and she had missed it. Her big brother's state seemed like he had participated in something, but his reaction seemed very innocent: "What about them?"

  It seems that the explosion between the two people yesterday was even more intense than I imagined. Xia Zhi rubbed his nose and smiled bitterly: "Their affairs, ordinary people can't understand... Let's go back to the room to rest for a while, and then go downstairs to have breakfast in half an hour."

  I really don't understand... He suddenly felt a little lost, as if he couldn't fit in between the two of them...

  The door of the room on the second floor of the old house creaked open, and she leaned against it with her back, her heart racing.

  What's wrong with me? Why am I so excited and out of control when I see him? My brain is malfunctioning, my language system is in disarray... As soon as I see his face, my gaze can't help but want to explore further...

  Wuuu, she still wanted to make a good impression in front of Xia Zhi's brother, but before she could even greet him, he slammed the door shut. Xia Zhi's brother wouldn't think she was crazy or anything, would he?

  No, no, must adjust the state of treating Xia Fei Han well! Forget it, forget it, forget the embarrassment in front of him yesterday, and also forget his magnificent appearance in front of himself...

  Xia regretted it as soon as he closed the door behind him.

  What is he doing? Is he showing weakness? ... Why should he be controlled by a bean sprout? Last night was clearly her fault, and he could have mocked her for the rest of his life because of this matter. Why did he become timid?

  Calm down! To make it clear, he's not afraid of her, it should be that she's afraid of him instead! He doesn't know about his mistake last night, what is she doing here with a guilty conscience?

  Where did her heroic spirit go? He's a strong attacker... No, no, I must adjust.

  Look down on her!

  Humiliate her!

  She's just a little radish! He doesn't need to be afraid of her at all! Take out the toughest attitude! Restore the masculine spirit!