Chapter 2 - Used and Dumped (2)
Wait a minute . There was no grand, full-length glass sliding door in either her bedroom or living room!! Finally, noticing that something was off, Yan Shuyu turned and saw a man’s face that she didn’t recognize lying next to her . She was so startled that she nearly fell off the bed .
To be fair, this man who was sharing a bed with her right now was a truly handsome man . He looked like Pan Yan, his brows and eyes looked as though they were drawn . If her ex-boyfriend Song Minghao was the most handsome man she had ever seen, then this man would be a grade A male god that was completely out of her reach . She should feel honored to have bedded such a handsome man . But this “luck” came more like a hurricane . As lucky as she was, she still must wonder about the question at hand . She went to bed last night on her own bed, and her parents were home, so how did she ended up in a strange place and have intimacy with such a handsome man?
(T/N: Pan Yan was a poet well known for his good looks . )
Most people would have started coming up with all sorts of metaphysical theories right about now, but Yan Shuyu had been studying science for the greater of 20 years . She didn’t have imaginations like that . She did, however, like to read a lot of novels, especially the cliché ones . Suddenly, an idea occurred to her – could she have transmigrated?
Having thought of that, Yan Shuyu gently climb out of bed and ran toward the bathroom to look for a mirror .
After all, she had read enough novels to know that transmigration was even more amazing than plastic surgery . Most of the times, the main characters would turn into beautiful woman or handsome man . Her original self was not bad looking . She had, after all, been qualified to compete in her division’s beauty pageant . But, who’d complain they were too pretty? So, right now, the most important thing on her mind was to see what she looked like .
And reality did not disappoint Yan Shuyu . Standing in front of the mirror, she saw a face that was pretty beyond words .
Even when she had just crawled out of bed and with no makeup on, there was still a perfectly pretty face: a hint of flirtatiousness out of the corner of her eyes, and the soft lips were the color of a bright peony . She could find a hint of her old self in the mirror, but a few levels higher . She went instantly from “pleasing to the look” to a stunning beauty . Yan Shuyu couldn’t help but opened up her bathrobe . WOW, never mind a man, it was making her excited .
Quickly, Yan Shuyu pulled her bathrobe closed again .
Both the transmigration and the blessing came so suddenly that it did not feel real at all . Even after she had finished admiring this beautiful body, Yan Shuyu still didn’t feel a thing . Suddenly, she turned her attention back to the man who had intimacy with either the original owner or herself the night before .
The dream last night was so real that it was as though she could still feel it . Yan Shuyu wanted to shamelessly believe that her experience last night was real . She had even come up with an explanation for the transmigration – at the very last moment of intimacy, the original owner couldn’t handle the excitement with the male god and she croaked, then she took over .
Such a flirtatious looking woman and yet innocent like a little, white flower . She even missed such a male god when she was already in bed with him . For a while there, Yan Shuyu wasn’t sure if she should mourn for herself first or the original owner first .
That being said, the most important thing right now was to figure out who she was and who was sleeping pretty boy in bed .
The reasonable next step was obvious, but Yan Shuyu’s brain was all tangled up . She thought about all sorts of things as she was leaning against the bathroom door but just failed to grasp anything important . Finally, she was distracted by the handsome boy in the bed, and all her attention was drawn to the sleepy pretty bed who was still in bed .
The longer Yan Shuyu ogled the male god like a pervert, the more she was drawn by his beauty . She almost wanted to write an 800-word article to talk about how pretty he was . It was very unfortunate that she was sucked dry by all the examinations recently, and no longer had that talent anymore . Thousands and tens of thousands of words could be boiled down to one sentence – this man was so pretty that one couldn’t even keep her legs together . Zhou Qinhe certainly lived up to his reputation .
Eh? Zhou Qinhe? That must be the name of the man . The name sounded so cultured, and a bit familiar…