Chapter 323 The night is long
Ah?
Sleep...
Is this “sleep” the same “sleep” that Wen Nan was thinking of?
It shouldn't be what he thought, right? Wen Nan put his hand to his lips, coughed twice, and reminded: "My sleeping capsule is full."
What this means is that Wen Nan does not need to rely on sleep to replenish his energy here. In other words, for him, the "sleep" here cannot be the "sleep" that satisfies a certain physiological need, but can only be the "sleep" that satisfies another physiological need.
After the words fell, Yu Shujun opposite him did not even raise his eyelids, and replied lightly: "I know."
"Knowing that you still..."
Wen Nan stopped talking halfway through, thought about it, and looked at the other person suspiciously, "You wouldn't be, what you originally said was..."
Yu Shujun slowly stirred the porridge in the bowl, still with his eyelids drooping, not looking at Wen Nan, "However you want to sleep, it's up to you."
Is it really another kind of physiological need?
Wen Nan glanced at the person opposite him in disbelief, then looked at the 98% exploration level in his system that had not been touched.
After thinking about it, he nodded, "Okay."
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The bed in Yu Shujun's house is not as spacious as Zhuang Yichen's princess bed that seems to have no end, but a double bed of two meters and two meters wide can definitely be considered a luxurious bed in an ordinary working-class home.
The mattress is soft and comfortable, and the bed is clean with a light scent of detergent.
Wen Nan stood on the carpet beside the bed and turned to look at the people behind him, "Should we go through the process first, or get straight to the point?"
Yu Shujun was dissatisfied with Wen Nan's question. He frowned slightly and looked at Wen Nan with three parts of resentment, three parts of anger, and four parts of confusion.
Wen Nan was a little confused, "What's wrong?"
It's just a question that people usually ask before going to bed, why are you angry?
"It's okay." Yu Shujun said coldly, turned around, went to the closet, fiddled with the hangers, and looked for clothes.
Wen Nan squinted his eyes, looked at the other person's back, pondered for a moment, and suddenly he realized the problem.
"Ahem," Wen Nan cleared his throat, put away the polite questions just now, and asked in a deep voice: "What are you looking for in the cabinet? You wash first, or I wash first?"
With superb acting skills and abundant emotions, Wen Nan thought he had portrayed the familiar and somewhat impatient tone between an old couple very vividly.
Yu Shujun finally picked out two sets of pajamas from the hangers and handed one to Wen Nan, "You go first."
Although he didn't say much, it was obvious that when he turned back, his face had become much more lively.
Are you really angry about this?
In other words, what Yu Shujun wants is a night of cohabitation that is as real as possible, rather than a simple mechanical movement?
This is a bit embarrassing for Wen Nan.
When he was alone in bed with a member of the opposite sex, he was either performing mechanical movements or preparing for mechanical movements. He really had no experience of long-term cohabitation.
But since the other party wanted it, Wen Nan decided to try to satisfy him.
After all, the opponent holds the key props, and it seems that the system has set a task for the hidden character that requires "sleeping for a night" in order to complete the exploration.
"Then I'll go." Wen Nan swaggered towards the bathroom.
The moment the water from the shower came down and soaked Wen Nan's body, the bathroom door outside opened and a figure walked in.
Wen Nan's figure disappeared in the water vapor, and he thought to himself, can't he hold it in any longer?
However, Yu Shujun walked into the bathroom and stopped at the door. She didn't take another step inside. She just said through the bathroom door, "You forgot to bring in your pajamas and bath towel. I put them on the shelf at the door."
After saying that, he closed the door and left.
Wen Nan supported himself on the bathroom wall with one hand and reached into the system's equipment reserve column with the other hand. His fingers had already touched the bottle mouth of [Eve of All Changes], but the opponent ran faster than a rabbit.
Unable to describe the feeling in his heart, Wen Nan took his hand back and started to apply the shower gel.
Until he finished washing, Yu Shujun didn't go near the bathroom again.
Wearing pajamas and a towel on his head, Wen Nan pushed open the bathroom door and walked out slowly. He saw Yu Shujun sitting upright at the table, reading a book?!
There's a very charming man taking a shower next to her, but she's reading a book instead of looking at him? And... Yu Shujun is a player who focuses on burst and output, but now he's suddenly going to switch to intelligence?
Is it too abrupt? Lin Daiyu uprooted a weeping willow tree? In the extremely surprised eyes of Wen Nan, Yu Shujun raised his eyes and turned to look at him.
Wen Nan raised his hand to rub his hair with a towel and walked to the table, "I'm done, you go ahead."
Yu Shujun's gaze followed a drop of water on the end of Wen Nan's wet hair, down to Wen Nan's chest. When the drop of water spread on the fabric of his pajamas, he swallowed unconsciously.
As if to deliberately distinguish it from one-time acts like hooking up, sex, or checking into a hotel, the pajamas that Yu Shujun prepared for Wen Nan were extremely sexually aphrodisiacs.
Wearing a minimalist beige cotton short-sleeved pullover and dark brown linen shorts, you can walk into a temple or Taoist temple, find a cushion, and meditate on the spot without feeling out of place.
When Yu Shujun bought this set from the game system mall, he originally thought that it could create a pure and abstinent effect. Who could have thought that this kind of pajamas, when worn by the person in front of him, could also create such a sexy effect——
The water on the ends of the hair wet the cotton shirt, and the translucent fabric stuck to the other person's chest, allowing his broad arms and well-defined chest muscles to emerge perfectly.
The half-wet bangs covered his eyebrows, adding a sense of vicissitudes and calmness to his originally handsome facial features, neutralizing his originally lively temperament and making his already impeccable appearance even higher.
It seems that the fact that men's appearance will improve after taking a shower is equally applicable to the unkempt otaku and the charming Wen Nan.
Yu Shujun was so fascinated that he couldn't help but raise his hand, wanting to wipe off the water drops on the other person's bangs.
He stretched out his hand halfway and then retracted it. He glanced at two places on the other person's chest that were soaked by water, and his breathing stagnated.
If you dress like this, you might as well just go out shirtless.
His face was burning, he looked away and asked coldly, "Why did you come out with wet hair?"
Wen Nan was startled, "There is no hair dryer in the bathroom."
Yu Shujun bent down, took out the hair dryer from the drawer, and threw it into Wen Nan's arms.
Wen Nan looked innocent, thinking, how could he make the other person unhappy just because he didn't have time to blow dry his hair?
As he was complaining in his heart, Yu Shujun walked to the bed, picked up a ball, turned around and walked to the bathroom, "I'm going to take a shower."
"Well," Wen Nan interrupted, "what you took was not pajamas, but a bed flag."
Yu Shujun glanced at her arms and her face became even hotter. She threw away the bed flag, picked up her pajamas again, and rushed to the bathroom.
Watching the other party evacuate the scene at light speed, the confusion on Wen Nan's face disappeared, and he smiled and shook his head, "Are you angry? Or are you anxious?"
He glanced at his wet chest, put the hair dryer on the table, and looked at the book that Yu Shujun had not had time to put away.
It turned out to be a copy of The Shining.
Reading this kind of novel late at night? To relieve internal heat?
I glanced to the side and found a pile of books neatly arranged there. I moved closer and looked at the spines. There were words like "The Return of the Condor Heroes", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer", "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils"...
Suddenly watching this old-fashioned thing?
Wen Nan looked towards the bathroom with a puzzled look on his face, and saw a blurred silhouette reflected on the frosted glass.
With his eyes narrowed, Wen Nan stared at the back, waiting for the other person to turn around, wanting to confirm whether the other person was taking a large or small stool.
However, in the end, I couldn't wait for the other party to turn around.
The dripping sound of water stopped and the glass door of the shower was pushed open.
Wen Nan hurriedly threw the Jin Yong book he had just picked up back to its original place, and Yu Shujun pushed the door and walked out.
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With her hair wrapped in a shower cap, her eyes first fell on Wen Nan's face, and then on the books. Yu Shujun walked to the table, frowned, and looked unhappy.
Wen Nan thought that the other party didn't want to be discovered reading an old book, and was about to explain a few words, but he heard the person in front of him said in a serious tone: "Books with large areas must be placed at the bottom, and the books on the upper layer cannot be larger than those on the lower layer."
Huh? Wen Nan looked puzzled, and glanced at the other side of the table. He found that not only books, but also water cups and pens were neatly arranged from small to large and from short to tall, like standing at attention.
Obsessive compulsive disorder? No wonder when I was taking a shower just now, I felt that the toiletries inside were arranged more neatly than those in a high-end hotel. Wen Nan originally thought that it was the robots here who did it, but now it seems that it was probably Yu Shujun's own work.
Outside, he was like a cold-faced killer who would fight anyone who didn't obey him. But at "home", he actually had such a strange little habit? Just as he was thinking, Yu Shujun pointed to the hair dryer on the table and urged him again: "Blow your hair."
"Oh." Wen Nan followed suit, picked up the hair dryer, plugged it in, and started blow-drying his hair.
The air humidity here is low and Wen Nan has short hair, so it only takes a few minutes for her hair to dry.
Turning off the hair dryer, he turned around and handed it to the person behind him, "I've done it, you can use..." right?
Wen Nan stopped talking halfway and found that Yu Shujun's hair was completely dry. Her waist-length black hair was scattered behind her back, spreading out like black silk, which diluted her originally sharp temperament a lot. Her soft hair stuck to both sides of her cheeks, making her facial features look softer.
Wen Nan stared at the delicate face for a while, thinking, if the other party lost all the edges and corners, I'm afraid no female character in this game could fight Yu Shujun in terms of appearance alone.
But, on second thought, if Yu Shujun lost her edges, she would not be Yu Shujun, not the stubborn soul that Wen Nan wanted to control.
"What's wrong?" Yu Shujun asked, feeling uncomfortable being stared at.
Wen Nan collected his thoughts and changed the subject: "How do you dry your hair so quickly?"
"Use the root to break it." Yu Shujun replied.
"Can I use that?" Wen Nan was stunned. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You made me use the hair dryer myself. My hands are sore from holding it."
Yu Shujun subconsciously wanted to ask back, those muscles on your arms that are bigger than your face are just for show, will your hands get sore if you hold the hair dryer for a few minutes?
But then I thought about the ulterior motive of asking the other person to use the hair dryer, and I felt a little guilty. I lowered my eyes and didn't refute. I just said, "It's quite late, let's go to bed?"
Wen Nan responded through his nose.
Although having sex with girls was almost becoming a daily routine for him in this game, he still felt a little uncomfortable doing this seriously with Yu Shujun.
In order to hide this subtle embarrassment, Wen Nan took the lead in raising his legs to the bed, but before he touched the edge of the bed, the other party stopped him.
"Wait a moment!"
"Um?"
Are you regretting it so soon?
Yu Shujun took a step forward, grabbed a corner of the quilt, lifted it up, and frowned when he saw the label on it.
With a shake of his hand, he turned the entire quilt on the bed 180 degrees, "The direction of the label must be at the bottom."
"Ah?" Wen Nan was puzzled. "What does this have to do with anything?"
"This is very important," Yu Shujun insisted. "We must make a distinction."
What strange habits?
For a moment, Wen Nan suspected that when Yu Shujun insisted on being on top of the inner space of the sheath of the divine staff, could it be that... he regarded Wen Nan as a label?
Oh, the world of obsessive-compulsive disorder is so strange.
Books should be stacked from big to small, cups should be placed from short to tall, even quilts have directions? Wen Nan's lips curled up, revealing a hint of sarcasm. Halfway through the smile, something in his heart was inexplicably touched, and the smile froze on his lips.
Wen Nan frowned slightly, lowered his eyes, raised his hand to pick up a corner of the quilt, and gently stroked the label embroidered with the logo with his fingers, his eyes became obscure.
"It's OK," Yu Shujun lifted a corner of the quilt, went up first, and moved inward, occupying only one side of the bed, leaving at least four-fifths of the space for Wen Nan, "Go to sleep."
Wen Nan gathered his thoughts, and lay down on his side, with his arms stretched across, unable to even touch a single hair of the person next to him.
At this distance, let alone using his hands, even if Wen Nan stretched out his foot, he might not be able to reach the other person's foot.
Hiding so far away? Are you acting out some drama of an old married couple who have been married for ten years and are tired of each other living together? It would be better to play it to the end and kick him off the bed, so that he can sleep with Qiqi in the next room, instead of lying here now, itching all over.
Thinking of this, Wen Nan raised his hand, placed it under his head, and sighed softly.
The person next to him whispered, "You...can't sleep?"
Wen Nan turned his head and looked at the man's back with his black hair loose. He reached out his hand, picked up a bunch of hair that was lying sideways on the man's side, and rubbed it. "Do you want to... do something?"
The person next to him finally turned around, and the dim bedside lamp illuminated a blushing face. "What do you want to do?"
"I think--"
--Bang!
There was a loud explosion nearby, shaking the entire building.
Then, the fire alarm in the corridor began to make a shrill buzzing sound.
Yu Shujun jumped off the bed, drew out his lightsaber, and rushed to the window. After observing for a moment, he said in a cold voice, "There was an explosion next door."
"……next door?"
Wen Nan thought about it and suddenly realized something, "Fuck! My house exploded?!"
(End of this chapter)
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