Chapter 76 Awakening
For a moment, Sang Luo was completely stunned.
At this time, Weinbreck's left hand also grasped his other waist.
The right hand that was originally caressing Sang Luo's waist slid its fingertips lightly on the skin, causing a slight tremor, and then, it actually tended to move downward.
Sang Luo suddenly came back to his senses. He held his belt tightly and stammered, "You... stand at attention! Turn around! Talk properly and don't touch me!"
Sang Luo's mind was in a mess and he had no idea how to respond. In a panic, he actually shouted out the command that was deeply engraved in every college student's mind.
Wenblake still maintained the extremely oppressive wall-banging posture, his long eyelashes almost blinking on Sang Luo's cheek, and his affectionate eyes stared at Sang Luo's dodging appearance, as if he was distinguishing something.
Sang Luo swallowed nervously.
Oh no, maybe he has never participated in military training and can't understand the commands...
So, Sang Luo pulled his belt harder.
"Tsk." The man seemed to finally understand Sang Luo's intention and said, "If you expect me to get close to you, then don't reject me after I actually take action. Sang Luo, you are weird."
Sang Luo thought, damn, people are free to imagine and have sexual preferences, so what's wrong with me thinking about it? Is that illegal?
What's more, this is a dream and I can't control myself.
But he did not tell Weinbreck about these objections.
Firstly, I felt it was unnecessary, and secondly, I didn't want to indirectly admit that I had some extraordinary, erotic fantasies about him, or rather, about the real Mr. Hart...
While Sang Luo was struggling between inner and outer struggles, Wenbreck had already released his grip on Sang Luo and retreated to a safe social distance.
It was as if the person who just tried to put his hand into Sang Luo's pants was not him.
The whole person looks very steady, self-controlled, elegant and decent.
In contrast, Sang Luo, who was still huddled in the corner, his body slightly bent, his hands protecting his trouser waist, and with a vigilant expression, looked like a guy who took the initiative to make an appointment with someone but changed his mind at the last minute and couldn't afford to play the game.
Wenbreck even turned his back as Sang Luo instructed him to.
Sang Luo couldn't see his expression clearly, but she understood what he meant.
He quickly tidied himself up and adjusted himself back to his previous state. Then, as if nothing had happened, he said softly, "Let's go."
The two people's cave exploration has to continue.
Because here, there is a very critical plot point to go through.
Sang Luo walked in silently with the man who had recovered from his facial paralysis and mute state.
They followed the direction of the underground river, trying to find its source.
As the two went deeper, the light around them became dimmer and dimmer, and in the end, there was almost no sunlight.
They had to move forward bit by bit, one in front and one behind, with their hands pressed against the rock wall.
But fortunately, they were almost there - because the environment was quieter, the originally unclear sound of flowing water suddenly became noisy, until the sound of flowing water was enough to drown out the two people's cautious footsteps.
Sang Luo turned around and said to the man behind him, "We found the source of the underground river."
This is an inverted V-shaped pass. The junction of the two rock walls is only as thick as a finger, making it impossible to tell whether there is another cave behind this gap.
There is a large opening under the gap, and the underground river gushes out from here.
The place where the two men were standing was the limit of artificial excavation, reminding them to be careful, as this was the end. Beyond that was a place that neither professional surveyors nor engineering teams had ever been to.
Hearing this, Weinbrek shook his head and said, "This is not the source of the underground river, nor is it even the end of the cave."
As he spoke, he put his ear to the rock wall, closed his eyes, and carefully felt all the sounds in the environment.
Here it comes.
Even though he knew the plot, Sang Luo's heart still couldn't help but pounding.
The man quickly lifted his face away from the rock wall, stood up a little straighter, and said without hesitation, "Is there a cave behind this layer of rock?"
This is a line from the original plot.
Some scattered pictures, the man taking the woman into the cave, coming to the deepest part of the cave, and the picture of the two having an intimate conversation flashed through Sang Luo's mind.
He knew that this was not his own memory.
But it is the heroine of the story, the beautiful memory.
Sang Luo murmured, "There are caves?"
"Yes," the man explained. "The karst caves are very complex and extend deep into the mountains, so they're often not fully explored. Behind this layer of rock, I heard the echo of the wind, and there's a massive underground river flowing through it."
As he spoke, the man knocked on the rock wall beside them: "There must be another cave behind this."
Sang Luo looked at him in a daze. At this moment, he was a little confused as to whether the man in front of him was the clever detective Sang Biao in the story, or Weinbreck who was projected onto Mr. Hart.
Sang Luo asked him, "Do you want to go in and take a look at the cave at the back?"
"Of course," Weinbreck replied, "but today, I'm not fully prepared. I'll come back later."
"Are you an explorer?" Sang Luo said with a smile.
After saying that, one of his hands climbed up the chest of the man in front of him.
The reason why Sang Luo did this was to imitate Da Piaoliang's actions in the original plot.
Sure enough, the next second, Wenblake gently held Sang Luo's hand, which was pressed against his chest, full of teasing.
He gave a charming smile and said, "Yes, of course I am an explorer. But such a dangerous sport is not suitable for you, a delicate and beautiful man." He gently kissed the palm of Sang Luo's hand (Sang Luo let out a small exclamation at the right time) and added, "Of course, I hope you will accept my invitation to dinner the night after the adventure. Then I will tell you the story of my adventure in detail."
Beneath the sweet words lies a complete perfunctory attitude and a desire to change the subject.
Because private detective Sang Biao didn't want Da Piaoliang, whom he met by chance, to participate in his million-dollar bounty mission.
"Okay, I will accept your invitation." Sang Luo gave the same answer as Da Piaoliang.
Then, the two of them turned around and walked outside.
But this time, Wen Blake, who took the initiative to flirt according to the plot, gently took Sang Luo's hand.
Trying to act like she was captivated by his charm and fell in love with him.
Until we reach a corner——
[…Da Piaoliang was secretly proud in her heart. She thought that Sang Biao had been completely conquered by her charm.
Maybe tonight, she should invite Sang Biao to spend this lonely night together.
Da Piaoliang was so immersed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice that the ground at the corner of the cave was too bumpy for her in her high heels.
And a few bats that suddenly flapped their wings and flew out became the origin of all romantic stories - Da Piaoliang was frightened by the swarm of bats flying towards her, and she screamed and fell back, and her high-heeled feet slipped on the rugged ground, but her hands tightly grabbed Sang Biao who was holding her hand, and she fell to the ground with him.
In a split second, the defenseless Sang Biao saw the fragility revealed beneath the sexy mask of Da Piaoliang due to excessive panic. Sang Biao suddenly felt the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes...
Sang Luo knew that he had been following the plot honestly, and the moment he had been waiting for to wake up from his dream had finally arrived.
When they reached the corner, the road became more and more rugged, and a bat suddenly flapped its wings and flew towards them, which really scared Sang Luo.
As Sang fell backward, he grabbed hold of Wenbrake, who was holding his hand, and fell down together.
The feeling of weightlessness comes.
Just like a movie being speeded up, the images in front of my eyes became slower and slower frame by frame, until it couldn't be slower.
Weinbreck, who was lying on top of him, had his short, slightly curly black hair blown by the wind, and his eyes slightly widened in surprise.
Only then did Sang Luo see clearly that his pupils were not pure black as she had thought, but a gentle amber color with rippling water waves.
He seemed to be telling Sang Luo to be careful.
But Sang Luo could not hear any sound.
This is probably the origin of all romantic stories. The heroine who accidentally fell suddenly found that the hero's subconscious care for her made her feel like the suspension bridge effect reached its peak, and she couldn't help but develop a good impression of this man.
Unable to suppress her feelings, Sang Luo felt her heart beating fast as she looked at Wen Blake in front of her.
But in the next second, Sang Luo was brought back to reality by the feeling of falling.
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"ha--"
Sang Luo was half leaning against the head of the bed, gasping for breath.
The violent feeling of falling woke him up from his dream, and his heart was beating rapidly due to overload.
The feeling was extremely uncomfortable, and it took him a while to recover.
Sang Luo raised his eyes, but everything in front of him made him even more confused - the room was filled with thick fog.
It wasn't smoke, it wasn't a fire, it was just thick fog with moisture.
Sang Luo put on his coat and went to the window.
It was pitch black outside. He had woken up too early today, and it was still dark outside.
The fog outside was even thicker, like clouds, covering many buildings and making visibility extremely low.
Before going to bed last night, Sang Luo left the window ajar, allowing the fog to enter the room, filling the entire room with thick fog, which scared her as she woke up from a dream.
"It's so cold, I'd better close the window." He said to himself.
After closing the window and turning around, I found that the fog in the room had disappeared.
Sang Luo was still confused and didn't think too much about where the fog disappeared from.
He huddled back in bed and closed his eyes to rest. Even after closing his eyes, he could still clearly recall everything in his dream.
In the dream, the enlarged handsome face of Wenbrake and the concerned expression on his face did not seem fake.
Sang Luo wondered, is he attracted to me just like Sang Biao was attracted to Da Piaoliang?
Do the people in my dreams have their own thoughts, or are they just acting according to my expectations subconsciously?
Sang Luo couldn't help but think of Mr. Hart in the real world.
What is Mr. Hart doing? Does he dream? Does he dream about me?
Sang Luo reached under the pillow, took out the piece of letter paper, and pressed it against his chest.
In the dim night, he could not see the beautiful handwriting on the exquisite letter paper.
But I can still remember that gentle blessing: Good night, Sang Luo, I wish you a sweet dream tonight.
But Mr. Hart, I didn't have a sweet dream, I had a...
Sang Luo suddenly opened his eyes.
His hands were trembling as he tried hard to look at the words on the letter paper.
Good night, Sang Luo, I wish you a sweet dream tonight.
Cold sweat soaked the back of Sang Luo's shirt.
——He never told Mr. Hart that his real name was Sang Luo.
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