And so accepting her many apologies man, he slightly raise the corner of his mouth, raise his eyebrows, with a touch of interest on his face.
Woke up again, the advanced version of Helen Keller is still lying next to her and very clearly sent her a message – I’m hungry.
She heard his stomach growling as though there was nobody else present.
Xīfān wants to ignore all of this, she must have not slept long enough otherwise, ‘why the nightmare isn’t over?’
She was helpless, pulled over the quilt and sighed in a low voice: “I’m sorry, I haven’t gone back yet lend me another sleep It should be a success next time.” Her tone was a bit in vain. She didn’t even believe her own nonsense.
The man felt a slight tremor around him thus he reached out to her face. Just as he was about to touch her, Xīfān suddenly jerked to find that he had a thick layer of blood on his hand, dirt and rice grains…And so on, the dirt mixed with countless kinds of filth.
She has mysophobia¹ and her body instinct quickly shrank back.
Not able to make contact with the physical object, his hands failed and there was slight disappointment emerging on his face.
Upon seeing this, her conscience was once again condemned, and it was no longer humane to kick over a disabled person. And now she’s digging a knife into his self-esteem. ‘Hán Xīfān, you’re a bad woman!’
“I’m sorry, I’m not avoiding you it’s my problem, I have a serious obsession with cleanliness and you just have thousands of years of dirt on your hands, a century of germs.” Laughing, ‘the other person can’t hear you at all.’ She was explaining it to herself.
His hands fail to achieve something, he’s unwilling to give up. Once again he came close in her direction. This time Xīfān’s sense of propriety and obsession with cleanliness were in conflict and the latter lost. Hence, she endured the goosebumps all over her body and barely stretched out her hand.
The next moment, he took her hand and a smile appeared on his face.
She only saw half a smiling face, she didn’t know when he tied the cloth back, but the dirty, ugly half smile made her feel brilliant. He is a man who can influence other people very much.
Lightly shaking her head, Xīfān awakens herself up and asked: “Do you like me?….No, I asked wrong, I mean, do you like the owner of my body? are you lovers or close relatives? If it’s the former, I’m sorry this body already change to a new soul. If you like it then it’s useless, you know that, don’t you? love in this area is important.”
‘Well, she’s just talking nonsense and the best thing is she’s chatting idly at an inaudible man, ha! she can write it into history the title is’, “The stupidest woman ever.”
He grabs the hand of Xīfān and pressed it on his stomach, the meaning is clear – the uncle is hungry.
‘Have you ever seen a blind man cook?’ No, so yes, if she doesn’t want to starve the person to death after hurting the person’s body and mind, in that case, she should get out of bed and feed him.
But she’d want to get some more sleep try to see if she can sleep back next to Xiǎomǐ. She has a strong sense of rejection about getting out of bed because as soon as she leaves the bed, it means she’s sober and she has no choice but to accept her fate on behalf of willing to keep living in this time and space.
But how could she admit her destiny? Her small apartment just finished paying the loan, more than 2 million worth of decoration and turn the little space into a big mansion. All the classmates are so jealous to death and the restaurant could bring her hundreds of thousands of profits every month and her salary has risen to 4 words.
Guess how much her first love’s salary? despite being abandoned, Xīfān can’t deny that Cài yǔtáng is a prophet. He was diligent in his tutoring after he was discharged from military service, studied seriously and finally admitted to civil service, after a few years of work, the salary risen to four words, both of them are four words. The difference is between 40,000 and 400,000.
So the ghost has to accept fate!
Pulling back his hands, Xīfān pretends not to discover his grievances.
Helen gōngzǐ lightly flattened his mouth, very cute bite the lower lip and once more pull her clothes.
Pulling it, no movement and then pulled it twice, thus her resistance became more powerless and turned around. She wants to try to reason with him and to tell him, “I’m really looking forward to returning back to my 21st century in the next dream.”
But he can’t hear, she looked at his grievances, alas…his beg for pity ruthlessly rammed hard against her heart… It takes a lot of perseverance to refuse people with disabilities and apparently her perseverance is going to lose a lot.
Sighing ten times, Xīfān finally gathered a mouthful of courage. She was unwilling to get out of bed, she walked to the side of the kitchen stove. The more she looks at that stove, the more shocking it is. ‘Can she cook in this thing?’
Kill her ok? Looking how big the pot is, it’s difficult just to move it out and clean it. She didn’t practice weightlifting, this is not the most difficult, the hardest part is how to get the spark light the stove. Disgraceful it is said that in front of her, she had not participated in the Boy Scouts.
Xīfān knew her complaints were boring and useless, yet she still can’t help but complain.
“Helen gōngzǐ I haven’t burned firewood in my life. May I ask, do you have a big electric pot or oven here? If you have a microwave oven, I’d like to say 100 words to you, Thank you.”
She’s talking shit again, but he doesn’t say anything about how to live, she’ll choke to death.
So say it, try to say it, anyway the words of the deaf can’t be used as evidence in court and can’t just convict her crossing you can’t put her in a woodpile for a witch to roast.!
Xīfān took a closer look at the pot fortunately, it’s clean. She doesn’t have to stand up and wash. She bent down and picked a few thin firewood to pile into the stove, find some few sawdust and shove it in. After that the highlight came, how do you get the fire out? looking at the few suspected flint² things next to the kitchen stove, ‘and who’s going to teach her how to use flint to hit a fire?’ She stretched out her hand to hit the stone. ‘Is it going to spark because of shame?’
‘Drilling wood to get fire?’ Xīfān’s line of sight inspects the interior of the kitchen stove, looking at the few suspected flint things next to the kitchen stove. ‘Who’s going to teach her how to use flint to hit a fire?’ She stretched out her hand to hit the stone. Is it going to spark because of shame?
Groaning a lot, Xīfān is sullen looked up at the sky and asked: “Yahoo where are you? Google where are you? Is there any benevolent person who can teach me? How do I use primitive people’s tools?”
‘Heavens, is it because she’s dejected and will send a snail girl to help her cook and clean the floor?’ She knew she was talking shit again.
Xīfān was helplessly hitting the flint, as she tried the 43rd time, she began to have the desire to cry.
She Hán Xīfān is not a woman who concede easily, but this time she did not concede, she admitted that she did not have the ability to mix in such a ghost place.
Putting down the stone and walk to the bedside. She sat down beside the man dejected, and wearing a sobbing tone and said: “I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do, in case you starve to death, can you tell Yánluó wáng³ a few fair words after you enter hell? Please tell him I didn’t mean it, I didn’t do it, rather I can’t. I heard that hell is more tolerant of people with insufficient abilities.”
Seeing the man’s faceless expression titling his head and moving his nose, looks like looking forward to the smell of food in the air. The awkward smile of Xīfān, ‘I’m sorry, she merely filled the room with a charcoal smell.’
The wrong object of his expectation fell into the world, and she was more powerless than the Helen, which couldn’t see, hear, and couldn’t speak.
“Forget it, I’m going out to get some takeaway food. I don’t want to starve you to death.” She spoke an indecent language, but such a cold joke that she could not even amuse herself.
Xīfān turned to the door and opened it, after two-step she returned back.
She’s an idiot, no matter which dynasty it was, to do one’s shopping you have to pay, so ‘where’s the money?’
She looked down at herself and recalled the plot in the costume drama.
Xīfān dug out the sleeves, none; flip the cloak, none; untie the girdle, and turn the area in a circle, and there was none. She had nothing all over her body needless to say what about the purse, even jade, gold hairpin, jade ornament… There’s nothing that can be traded.
‘What should I do now? Where’s the money?’ Xīfān looked around everywhere, she knew the opportunity is not big, but still can’t help but rummage around looking for silver.
“Where’s the money? Where’s the money?” She sounded like a broken record, and turn every place where you might put silver. Even the rat hole in the corner, she took a fine wood and dig inside. She didn’t realize the silver wasn’t coming out, contrary to what one might expect, It bothered a couple of fat rats who are having brunch. They thought it’s the earthquake, one by one flee. Xīfān jumping to the bed frightened and screaming.
If someone asks the man lying in bed at this point, whether the mouse is scary or the screaming crazy woman is scary, he would not hesitate to answer the latter.
“There are rats, there are rats…..”
Her screams shook the dust on the beams and columns and saw ash scattered over the man’s head and making him sneeze constantly. If it wasn’t for being too scared, she’s probably going to laugh.
She’s screaming, taking the man’s leg as a bamboo pole and started a bamboo pole dance. And then, for the next moment, someone’s unlucky, she smashes the calf of the disabled person really hard. The man’s intuition shrank in pain and since Xīfān was unstable causing unstable gravity and fell.
“Bang” a loud noise, he successfully retaliated against Xīfān’s animosity to bring him to the bottom of the bed. She fell too, and impartially fell into his embrace.
She knows how awkward this picture is right now. She shouldn’t have any messy thoughts, but she really wanted to say that she would not nibble at the poor helpless Helen gōngzǐ if she gets hungry and thirsty.
She’s not a man, she’s not going out just looking for someone to stop starving, love is again unfavorable, she hasn’t tasted a one-night stand, either. However… her right palm is pressed stiffly on his chest, her thighs clung above his well defined abdominal muscles, her left finger is not deliberate, however exactly as it turns out to fall on his bullet muscles…
‘How can this round, chubby underage man, have this “majestic” thing?’ what emerged on her mind was the eye-catching picture of a macho.
¹extreme or irrational fear of dirt or contamination.
²a material used for producing a spark.
³King Yama, King of hell
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