PFC Chapter 267 Lemon Scent
Chapter 267 Lemon Scent
Yin Su felt like he was dreaming.
—If I'm not dreaming, why does my heart feel so light?
Ah, my mood is like a mixture of bitter lemon scent.
Steam rose from the bathroom, and the scent of lemon came from the shower gel provided by the motel. To Yin Su, this was hardly a high-end product, but the charming, light fragrance diffused into the room through the slightly ajar door.
The handsome guy let himself close his eyes and lie on the bed, listening to the soft sound of flowing water, and began to have wandering thoughts.
When Bo Bing came out drying her hair, she immediately saw the man lying on his side on the bed.
The room was lit with warm lighting. The man's long, soft hair, which was half-dry, clung loosely to his skin. His face was flushed slightly from the pressure, and his butterfly-like eyelashes cast soft shadows.
—A single, exquisite red drop of water clung to her brow.
Two single beds were deliberately put together to form a double bed.
Without even thinking, it's obvious who did this.
The scent of lemons drew closer.
Yin Su opened his eyes and grabbed the young man's unsuspecting wrist.
"doing what?"
Seeing that he remained silent, only half-lying down and staring at his right hand, Bo Bing patiently switched the hairdryer from her right hand to her left and plugged it in with one hand.
"Father."
"Ah."
Bo Bing waited for a moment, but the man didn't say anything more, as if he just wanted to call her name.
"I'm going to blow-dry my hair."
He suggested.
As he expected, the beauty helped herself to sit up and said gently, "Let me help you."
Bo Bing was happy not to have to do anything herself, so she leaned against the bed and waited for someone to serve her. The white noise of the hairdryer started and stopped, and Bo Bing was also a little drowsy.
"My godfather saw it too."
Yin Su pulled her onto the bed. The cool air conditioning helped Bo Bing wake up slightly. Yin Su's face was shrouded in shadow and was somewhat unclear. All that could be heard was him saying, "That card of yours is the one Shao Ying has."
This way of putting it is quite clever, cramming a lot of information into just two short sentences.
This implies that he also saw Shao Ying's subtle actions and was able to confirm that the card in Bo Bing's hand was the same room card that Shao Ying had—the other room card for room A2 besides his own. This is a statement of fact followed by a question, also asking how Bo Bing obtained it.
Or, why bother getting it in the first place?
—Was it for me?
Yin Su felt a small surge of joy in his heart.
Bo Bing didn't know why, but the moment her "Mind's Eye" was activated, she felt a sense of anger and unease, as if something was slipping out of her control.
Under his watchful eye, Shao Ying's little tricks were too obvious. Even though no one knew the room card number, his behavior was as if he was afraid others wouldn't know that he and Yin Su were sharing a room.
—That smug look of certain victory.
Bo Bing felt a sense of unease at being provoked. She wasn't exactly furious, but it was reasonable for her to be annoyed by being pressured to have a baby.
In addition, the enhanced intuition due to sensitivity makes it easy to guess what the other person is thinking.
and so.
As Bo Bing passed by Shao Ying, she activated the system skill [Three Hands - Vulgar Hand], silently swapping the two people's room cards in the shadows, and awaiting the result.
Just thinking about the incredulous expressions on Shao Ying's and his cronies' faces when the director announced that he and Yin Su had become members of Room A2—Bo Bing almost burst out laughing.
The other person's hateful gaze is practically a compliment to your actions.
"I just did it because I wanted to, there's no reason why."
Not wanting to know what Yin Su's expression was, he turned over, his back to the man, and said, "If Teacher Yin Su is disappointed with the room assignment, then I'm truly sorry."
Yes, perhaps Yin Su tacitly approved of Shao Ying's actions?
It's simply because I want to do it; there's no other reason. That's just what my brain and body are telling me.
Yin Su blinked in surprise, looking at the young man's back wrapped in a blanket.
Now, he suddenly had a very good premonition.
So he hugged the young man, including the air conditioner blanket, and turned him to face him. The moment the young man saw his face, there was a strange look of confusion in his eyes.
"I am very happy."
The malicious fellow wanted to do something outrageous, but all he ended up doing was holding hands with the young man.
Bo Bing received a hug that left him bewildered, and a possessive kiss on his wrist—careful, as if handling a piece of crystal-clear ice, as if afraid that if the kiss were any hotter, the ice would melt into elusive water or sublimate into colorless and odorless cold air, dissipating into the world.
Bo Bing pressed her forehead against the other man's neck. His hair had grown a bit longer, and the same shower gel as hers, mixed with his body heat, filled her nostrils. The fresh lemon scent wafted through the air, revealing a subtle, sweet aroma.
Perhaps they were captivated by the aroma.
Bo Bing reached out and gently tugged at the long hair that had fallen from the other person's shoulder. The dim, warm light in his eyes seemed to fall into the water in fear, sink, and then decay.
"You really are..." But, as for what to say, Bo Bing couldn't bring herself to say it.
So Bo Bing closed her eyes. "It's late, go to sleep."
Yin Su reached out and turned off the wall lamp.
At this moment, in the darkness, the man's beautiful peach blossom eyes shone brightly.
That's right.
It was that look in his eyes.
—Pay more attention to me.
The next day.
The first episode of "Paradise Grassland" has officially begun its assessment.
The scoring rules for equestrian events are simple: 25 points are awarded for successfully mounting the horse and 25 points for running. The track is 1km long, and riders must run one round trip. Every 100m along the track, there is a prop with a distinctive ethnic style that riders can use a hook to pull up from their horse. Each prop is worth 10 points, for a maximum of 150 points. The track and difficulty are halved for two ladies.
The program stipulates that there are no restrictions on the way or posture of obtaining props in this competition, but the participants cannot leave the horse. The horse cannot remain still during the hooking process. Each person has a time limit of 15 minutes. If the time limit is exceeded and the finish line is not reached, the score will be 0 points. If the horse leaves the track area, the participant will also receive 0 points. The difference in the last few seconds between the two teams will also be included in the final score difference.
The two groups of contestants will start simultaneously on two tracks to leverage each other's strength. Individual scores will be added to the scores of both groups. After the three groups have finished their races, the final scores of the two groups will be compared, and the group with the higher score will win the priority to choose the equipment and food for camping that night.
Both sides sent out women first: Zhang Yu from the red team and Shan Qiong from the blue team.
The result was obvious: Shan Qiong's mind was not on riding the horse at all. Zhang Yu carefully rode the horse to the finish line without choosing to grab the item, scoring 50 points. Shan Qiong, on the other hand, almost fell off the horse and left the track area, scoring 0 points.
The morale of the blue team immediately plummeted.