Chapter 245

"..." she said in a low voice. "... Why does Xia Yan seem so experienced?" The girl had a slight suspicion about Xia Yan's unusual familiarity with the process, but then she quickly remembered... Xia Yan was a social butterfly. He probably traveled a lot before. After all, he had a Shanghai apartment, a house, and was striving for advancement... "I'll go first." Hua Xin coughed lightly, then cleared the comparison from her mind. Comparison is the thief of joy. After a brief separation from Xia Yan, she walked forward silently, stopping by the door and cautiously turning around to look. Fortunately, she didn't find Xia Yan. She had noticed that there were very few shops around here when she came. "Phew..." She breathed a slight sigh of relief, took out a mask from her pocket, and put on the hood of her shirt, concealing her easily recognizable physical features. This was also why she wanted to send Xia Yan away. In today's society, there should be very few places that don't follow the law and regulations, so Hua Xin didn't want to expose her identity because of checking in. Not now, and she couldn't. At least wait a little longer... after this period of university... Having finished her preparations, Hua Xin quickly walked into the lobby. She had to complete these matters before Xia Yan returned. "Hello, check-in." A somewhat unnatural boyish voice came from Hua Xin's mouth, snapping the registration clerk out of her daze. She quickly took the two ID cards, both marked "Male." Xia Yan's ID photo was very photogenic. Even without a carefully styled hairstyle or light makeup, he looked quite handsome in just a suit, but his smile was so formulaic and stiff. Hua Xin's photo, while bearing a four or five-point resemblance to a modern woman, also revealed a more drastic change in her appearance, a gauntness in her eyes, and... a numbness and fear in them. These were two completely different states of being. Back then, Xia Yan was still trying to change his state, to become more cheerful, but he wasn't truly happy; he was simply forcing himself to become the person he wanted to be. Back then, Hua Xin faced the real world, unable to escape the cameras and the photographers taking her pictures. She was genuinely afraid of everything before her, and the deep-seated fears of her past made her imagine a camera that might smash down at any moment. But now they had met each other, and both believed the other had changed them. Even with so many misunderstandings and well-intentioned lies. "Okay." "Please keep the key safe." The staff member's voice returned to the girl's ears, and she gently took the key. Later. We'll see. 186. Hua Xin didn't care, they were all just buddies. "Noodles with soybean paste... fried chicken... Coca-Cola... stir-fried rice cakes?..." In the elegant and tidy room, the girl tightly hugged the white blanket, her brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, muttering unconsciously as if dreaming of something. "Vitamin C effervescent tablet rice porridge?..." As Hua Xin murmured these words, it was as if she had encountered something terrifying. Her brows furrowed tightly, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. She opened her eyes, somewhat dazed, and before the sleepiness had completely dissipated, she instinctively smacked her lips. That very sour taste seemed to reappear on her taste buds, but it vanished in an instant. In her past life, Hua Xin had experienced many strange foods, but the most unacceptable to her was probably effervescent tablet rice porridge—it was incredibly sour and tasted like water-softened foam. After seeing the interior of the room, the girl realized her current situation, then yawned wearily. "It's a dream..." It's best to avoid these kinds of self-frightening dreams. Last night she ate a super luxurious meal, and she wasn't even hungry yet. How could she have such a nightmare? After a slight daze, she rubbed her hair, feeling a bit lost. Turning on the computer in the early morning still needed a bit of a break. The room's layout was exceptionally comfortable, quite different from her Little Black or Xia Yan's house... If she had to describe it, it might be more "business-like"? From the large TV to the perfectly soft bed, after a good night's sleep, Hua Xin truly understood why this room cost several hundred yuan a night. After a moment of silent mourning for her wallet, she felt like every second she spent here was burning through money. The girl glanced at the person still sleeping on the next bed. He, who usually woke up very early, was unusually quiet today, breathing evenly. It seemed he was a little tired from driving intensely yesterday. Xia Yan's sleeping posture was actually quite good; he wasn't sprawled out or restless, but rather lying flat on his back, completely different from her tendency to practically crawl under the bed and cling to it. The girl chuckled, finding it somewhat novel to see Xia Yan sleeping in so late for the first time. Xia Yan had always given the impression of being efficient and decisive; even on New Year's Day, when they were slept in the same bed, he was the first to wake up and didn't move around much. Hua Xin's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a complex expression. The past was too painful to recall, so she decided to sneak a couple of unflattering photos of Xia Yan while he wasn't looking. Taking her fully charged phone from under the covers, she turned off the sound and gently pulled back the covers. Her thin clothing easily outlined Hua Xin figure, and her long, unbound hair cascaded down her neck like a waterfall. If she were living alone, she wouldn't be so casual; she would certainly be more cautious. But with Xia Yan by her side, everything was simpler. After all, he was so reliable and innocent; he could sleep so soundly without any thoughts when alone with such a stunningly beautiful girl like herself. But if the girl had any ideas, she certainly wouldn't object; she'd understand. They're practically buddies, after all. She slowly tapped the camera button twice on her phone, and Xia Yan's sleeping face was captured on her screen. One picture probably wasn't enough; she could try another angle. A mischievous glint appeared in Hua Xin's eyes. She then tiptoed to the floor, closing the distance between herself and Xia Yan once more, her phone almost touching Xia Yan face. The close-up view was quite comical, almost like viewing a giant. The girl suppressed a laugh, carefully saving the image layer by layer, and then cautiously uploaded it to the cloud and her photo album. Such opportunities were rare. Even though it was already past eight in the morning. Perhaps... Hua Xin's eyes flickered, her gaze silently shifting to the area between Xia Yan's lower abdomen and thighs. Although covered by a blanket, having been through countless battles in the Little Black room, she naturally understood what the slight bulge on the pure white blanket represented. But it at least proved that Lao Xia was still a functional teenager going through puberty. Understandable, but...