Simulation Game: Crisis Management
Chapter 522 - 239: Convinced or Not?
A massive thud, even the spring mattress bounced up.
And Chen Zhiyu’s triangle choke was jolted open by the rebound. With this, her head was completely muddled, "I can’t take it, I’m so dizzy..."
"I’m so sleepy too, it’s so hot." Gu Ji stripped off his shirt with one move, kicked off his pants, and didn’t care about anything else, just plunged down.
"Chirp chirp..."
"Chirp chirp..."
Vaguely, Gu Ji seemed to hear birds chirping. He slowly opened his eyes, inexplicably feeling a sharp pain at the back of his head, as if it was going to explode.
"Uh... I drank too much yesterday!"
He propped himself up on the bed with his hands, the morning sunlight was a bit harsh, instinctively making him rub his eyelids. But just after rubbing them a couple of times, he suddenly thought of something, "No... couldn’t be?"
Gu Ji took a deep breath, suddenly opened his eyes, and looked to his side.
Only to find emptiness all around.
"Was it a dream?" Gu Ji subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head, his T-shirt and pants hanging on the end of the bed, the floor in the living room littered with beer bottles, and the dining table still had last night’s leftover food, with the two bottles of red wine completely emptied.
"No, something’s not right!"
He scratched the back of his head, trying to recall the details from last night. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a long hair on the quilt, nearly half a meter long.
This definitely wasn’t his!
Gu Ji hurriedly lifted the quilt, and on the sheets, the pillow, and even on himself, there were these long hairs everywhere.
If remembered correctly, at some point, Chen Zhiyu also seemed to start growing her hair long.
"Could it be...?"
Did I really sleep with Chen Zhiyu last night?
Just as he was half-believing and half-doubting, a black object caught his eye under the pillow.
Gu Ji reached out and grabbed it; it was a black lace bow, "What the hell is this?"
"Buzz! Buzz..." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
While he was examining what exactly the lace bow was, his phone in the pants under the bed vibrated, suddenly startling him.
Gu Ji hurriedly hooked the pants up with his foot and fished out the phone to take a look.
It was Chen Zhiyu!
"Gulp..." He swallowed nervously, unsure whether he should answer, but a man should be decisive, come what may, "Hello?"
"Hello? Gu Ji, how are you this morning?"
"Ah?"
Over the phone, Chen Zhiyu’s voice was full of sunny cheer, without a trace of hesitation or worry, leaving Gu Ji somewhat bewildered, again doubting whether he misidentified the hair.
"Your sleeping position is so funny, and you snore, hahaha!"
"Last night we..."
"Stupid Gu Ji! I slept on the sofa last night, my neck still hurts now, I’ll settle accounts with you next time!"
Gu Ji quickly glanced at the sofa, "Then where are you now, have you had breakfast?"
"Don’t worry about me, Dan suddenly called, asked me to go to the office, said there was something urgent, so I left first. The house is yours to clean up, oh, and I wish you success in your training in advance, hanging up now, bye-bye!!"
On the phone, Chen Zhiyu’s speech was getting faster, as if she was in a hurry.
Only after hearing the "beep beep beep" did Gu Ji put down the phone.
"This isn’t like Chen Zhiyu’s character. If she knew I couldn’t go home for the holidays, she’d definitely watch me, have a video call with mom today."
Gu Ji looked down at the lace bow in his hand, puzzled, and on a whimsical impulse, brought it to his nose and sniffed. It had a very fragrant and unique scent.
The most important thing was.
This scent, why did it feel somewhat familiar?