N-M Chapter 8 Xiaorou was stunned! She slept in the wrong bed! And with Chen Mo...
Chapter 8 Xiaorou was stunned! She slept in the wrong bed! And with Chen Mo...
Ok……
Xiao Rou frowned slightly.
What's wrong?
She felt it carefully.
It seems... the texture is off.
She had been sleeping next to the fawn. The fawn's body was soft, as soft as a freshly baked rice cake. Its arms and waist had the softness and elasticity unique to young girls, and hugging it felt like hugging a ball of cotton.
But the body she was touching now had a certain firmness; it felt very solid.
Xiao Rou, still half asleep, placed her palm on the surface and felt a flat, firm patch of skin with clearly defined muscle lines underneath.
Her fingers unconsciously traced a line across that skin, feeling the shallow grooves between her abdominal muscles.
This is…
Abs?!
Once she realized this, Xiaorou instantly became much more alert!
Her eyes opened in the darkness.
She slowly turned her head to look at the person behind her.
Moonlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains, falling directly on the face of the person beside me.
The face was clearly defined in the silvery moonlight, with thick, dark eyebrows, a high nose, slightly pursed lips, and a clean, sharp jawline.
It's Chen Mo.
Xiao Rou's mind went completely blank for a moment!
Only one thought remained in her mind.
It’s over.
She went into the wrong room!
Subsequently,
Xiao Rou felt her face burning!
Her heart was pounding so loudly that she wondered if Chen Mo would be woken up by the damn heartbeat.
She held her breath, afraid to even exhale.
Xiao Rou could clearly feel her back pressed against Chen Mo's chest.
Luckily, she was wearing a tank top.
Even through the fabric, she could still feel Chen Mo's warmth, which made her feel very safe.
Xiao Rou's face grew hotter and hotter, and her mind went completely blank.
It's over, it's over, it's over.
She wondered if she should wake Chen Mo up, apologize to him for going to the wrong room, and then rush out the door.
But wouldn't that be too awkward?
She thought about pretending nothing had happened, lying there until dawn, waiting for Chen Mo to wake up and find her lying next to him, then she would scream and say, "Ah, how did I get here?"
But that doesn't seem to be much better than the first one...
Xiao Rou's mind was in complete chaos, a jumble of thoughts intertwined.
She then thought of Chen Mo's expression after he woke up.
Will he think he did it on purpose?
Do you ever feel like you're the kind of shameless woman who actively climbs into a man's bed?
Will she think she's dirty, like Nan Jie said?
This thought made Xiaorou's heart tighten.
Just then, an inexplicable impulse surged from the bottom of my heart.
She had been wandering in this city for so long, sleeping on sofas in internet cafes, squatting under bridges, being chased away by urban management officers, and being scolded by her landlord.
Why can't she fight for herself once?
Xiao Rou steeled herself, and with a sudden surge of courage, she began to grapple with the question of whether to simply force the issue.
Overlord puts on the bow!
These five words swirled in her mind, and with each swirling thought, her heart beat a fraction faster.
Before she could think of an answer, an arm suddenly landed on her waist.
Xiao Rou trembled all over, her face grew hotter and hotter, and her mind went blank.
With a determined bite, he steeled himself once again.
I don't care anymore, I'm going all out!
She slowly turned around to face him.
The moonlight fell on Chen Mo's face, highlighting his features; he was sleeping soundly.
Xiao Rou took a deep breath, reached out her hand, and placed her trembling fingertips on his shoulder.
At this moment, Chen Mo realized that something was wrong.
Why does it feel so soft to the touch?
He suddenly opened his eyes.
Under the moonlight, a delicate face was close at hand, pinkish-purple hair was spread out on the pillow, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes were staring at him intently.
It's Xiaorou.
Chen Mo was taken aback.
What's going on?
He had barely uttered the word "you" when his mouth was silenced.
Xiao Rou's lips pressed against mine, soft and pink, carrying the sweet scent of a young girl.
Chen Mo was stunned, his hand still on her waist, and he didn't push her away.
Xiao Rou's lips left for a moment, then pressed closer again, this time with even more force.
Then everything else fell into place naturally.
An hour later.
The room fell silent.
Xiao Rou nestled in Chen Mo's arms, her face flushed red as if it were burning, from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears, her eyelashes drooping as she dared not look at him.
Her lips were slightly swollen, like ripe cherries.
She pursed her lips and said softly, "Brother, I'll head back now."
Chen Mo glanced down at her and nodded: "Okay."
Xiao Rou slowly sat up from his arms and pulled the slipped tank top back onto her shoulders.
Then she turned around, knelt on the bed, and looked at his face.
She leaned down and pressed her lips to his.
This kiss was very light, lasting only two seconds before it ended.
As she straightened up, her face was even redder than before, her eyes shone like stars, and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips. Then she rolled out of bed.
As she stood up barefoot on the floor, her brow furrowed slightly, and a flicker of pain crossed her face.
She bit her lip, swallowed the soft groan, and started walking.
Those long, slender legs, covered in patterns, shone white in the moonlight, but her walking posture was somewhat strange. Her legs were very close together, and her steps were very small, as if she was testing something with each step.
As she reached the door, she glanced back at Chen Mo, her lips moved but she didn't say anything. She just smiled, made a mischievous expression, and then opened the door and left.
The corridor was pitch black. She walked barefoot back to the room on the right side of the corridor and went inside.
The little deer was still fast asleep when Sister Nan turned over.
Xiaorou lay back down in her spot, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and stared at the ceiling.
Nothing has changed, yet everything is different.
She closed her eyes, her mind filled with that face in the moonlight and that arm pressing down on her waist.
Chen Mo lay on the bed, his arm still in that position.
He hadn't expected the other person to be so bold. She sneaked into his bed in the middle of the night, kissed him first, and then ran away blushing like a startled deer.
Although she said she went to the wrong room, what happened after she went to the wrong room cannot be explained by "going to the wrong room".
He glanced at the few strands of pinkish-purple hair on the pillow, then looked down at the faint teeth mark on his shoulder.
He shook his head and smiled.
Girls these days are really bold.
But he didn't mind.
After all, he now possesses a constitution that makes him immune to all poisons, so he doesn't need to worry about being poisoned.
And he has now verified the claim made online.
That young lady is really young, so young you could practically squeeze water out of her.
Chen Mo savored the moment for a moment, then turned over, pulled the blanket up to cover his shoulders, and went back to sleep.
When I woke up the next day, I heard the sound of ping-pong balls coming from the kitchen.
The sound of spatulas clattering against the iron pot, water rinsing the dishes, and hushed laughter mingled together.
He sat up in bed, put on his dark gray shorts, and walked out of the bedroom in his slippers.
The living room was filled with the aroma of cooking oil, mixed with the smell of eggs and scallions.
He walked to the kitchen doorway.
I saw Sister Nan standing in front of the stove, holding a spatula in one hand and the handle of the pot in the other. Her movements were not very skilled, but her posture was very upright.
The little deer squatted by the sink washing dishes, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing two sections of her pale forearms.
Xiao Rou stood next to Sister Nan, handing her the seasonings: salt shaker, soy sauce bottle, vinegar jug. Sister Nan would reach out and she would hand them over.
The three of them were busy in the kitchen, working together quite well.