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Chapter 1641 The Fate Between People Is Not Something You Can Avoid by Staying Home
Watching a movie is actually a very common activity.

Those who frequently book hotel rooms know this.

However, regular soldiers usually choose adult films.

This kind of "memory transformed from corpse" technique is an advanced move. Those who don't frequently book rooms should avoid learning it and start with the regular methods, taking it one step at a time.

The dim lighting and the real environment of rain and wind created a multiplier effect.

These are all old, outdated movies, so how come they still have such a powerful impact?
Jiang Chen glanced at the next room briefly and saw that the other person was still sipping soy milk.

Is it a bottomless pit?

Still not finished drinking?

"Look carefully."

Fang Qing caught him slacking off, and Jiang Chen also noticed one of her little actions.

One of the toes that had been sticking out was quietly pulled back under the covers.

Although the windows were rattling incessantly, as if something was eager to come in, the air conditioning was on full blast, and the room wasn't cold at all.

It seems.

She is not made of steel or iron.

Jiang Chen suddenly felt at peace.

Perhaps, during the years he secretly gritted his teeth and persevered, the other person did the same, or even gritted their teeth more tightly than he did.

of course.

Given how considerate someone is these days, even if they noticed Qingmei's flaw, they wouldn't say anything.

Seeing the eerie scenes flashing on the screen, he then made a win-win suggestion.

"How about we share a bed?"

I tried it last night; two people squeezed into one bed, and it was still a bit cramped.

Fang Qing tilted her head.

Jiang Chen promised that if she mocked him at this moment, he would expose her pretense without hesitation.

But when did he ever guess Qing Gege's identity correctly?
"Row."

neat.

readily.

heroic.

Jiang Chen wasn't shy at all. He'd already slept for several hours, so why was he being so reserved?

He acted quickly, got out of bed, moved the blanket in the middle, and then pushed his own bed over.

Ok.

That's what creates the atmosphere for watching a movie.

When we sat side by side on a double bed again, the wind and rain that had been howling all morning seemed to have subsided, as if even God knew how difficult it was to eliminate this distance.

What is the most deadly weapon in horror movies?
BGM.

When the background music is reduced, the aggression naturally subsides.

As one character after another died, Fang Qing's head unconsciously rested on Jiang Chen's shoulder.

"Don't fall asleep. I told you, you have to finish watching this time. No one is allowed to renege."

Jiang Chen's mouth moved, but his body remained still.

On the wall.

The two projections merged into one, seamlessly integrated.

Who's asleep?

As she spoke, Fang Qing nudged him with her elbow, but the effect was limited by the two layers of blankets. Fang Qing then simply lifted her blanket, and her elegant, dignified, yet subtly alluring satin purple lingerie was once again exposed to the air, but only for a moment.

She pulled Jiang Chen's blanket over to him.

The bed got bigger.

But the blanket has become smaller.

The two of them squeezed into one quilt, and the temperature inside the quilt rose rapidly. Jiang Chen, who was wearing clothes, even began to feel hot.

"Take off your clothes, you won't catch a cold."

"what?"

Losing her support, Fang Qing's head dangled in mid-air, and she almost fell over, looking around in confusion.

"Isn't it about taking off clothes?"

"Someone suddenly withdrew," someone said.

"..."

Fang Qing was both amused and exasperated, hesitant to speak. Finally, to avoid further annoyance, she turned her attention back to the television.

"Take it off, take it off."

"Screw rustle..."

Jiang Chen swiftly removed his clothes, not even bothering to wear a bathrobe, and climbed back into bed.

All right.

Taking off my clothes actually made it warmer.

He was quite sensible and returned his shoulder to its previous position.

Fang Qing's head fell back down, her smooth, black hair cascading down his chest like a black waterfall.

How's the weather tomorrow?

Jiang Chen almost burst out laughing. The beautiful woman in the blue robe who occasionally appeared in the movie suddenly looked quite pretty.

Didn't he just ask that pointless question last night?

"do not know."

Do you think it will continue to rain?

"..."

What do you mean?
Is absurdity contagious?

They could have simply picked up their phones and checked the weather forecast, but perhaps because they were in a comfortable position, or perhaps because they hadn't rested well, neither of them moved.

"This level of rain shouldn't last long; it feels like the rain is starting to subside."

Fang Qing calmed down.

"Why don't you speak?"

Jiang Chen looked down, but could only see a black head and a fresh fragrance wafting over.

"You're very persuasive; if you say you can't say it, you probably won't."

Jiang Chen smiled.

"I didn't expect that I had such a good image in your heart,"

Fang Qing gently bumped her head against him.

"Don't tell me you didn't know I've always admired you."

"admiration?"

Jiang Chen was shocked. "Really?"

"I have a habit of putting myself in the shoes of anyone I'm dealing with before I examine them. This makes my evaluation very real, objective, and comprehensive. This has been a great help to me at work."

"Kill a robin?"

"That's why I've always thought you were better than me."

Jiang Chen sighed, "So women still admire strength."

"I'm definitely not as optimistic as you."

You can't see her face, you can only hear her calm voice. "On the contrary, I always like to think of things in the worst possible light."

"For example, what if it really doesn't rain tomorrow?" Jiang Chen replied.

Wouldn't it be better if the world had a few more days off?

Even though the video was supposed to be about childhood trauma, Jiang Chen actually laughed, and his smile was warm and gentle.

"What kind of nonsense is this? Do you even know where the noodles you just ate and the soy milk you just drank came from? The world never takes a holiday."

Fang Qing was quiet for a while.

"My world isn't that big."

then.

Then it was Jiang Chen's turn to remain silent.

"Aunt Mei, I was wrong..."

Here comes a classic scene.

An elderly man with white hair and faltering steps looked up, only to be impaled by a steel bar that fell from the sky, imprisoning him on the ground, signifying the end of the last survivor of that village.

This scene wasn't particularly scary, but it did add a thought-provoking element to the ghost movie.

The sounds outside the window changed from thunder and banging to a light drizzle; it probably won't even last until tomorrow, maybe not even until today.

"What does it matter if it rains tomorrow or not?"

The television screen was reflected in Jiang Chen's pupils. His tone was calm, and he didn't grit his teeth. Not all childhood traumas become adult traumas.

"The connection between people is not something you can avoid by staying indoors."

Just a moment ago he was pretending to be deep and serious, but the next second Jiang Chen immediately changed his expression and inexplicably shuddered.

"what?"

It turned out that he had been pinched on the inside of his thigh by an unknown object.

"Sorry. I was startled." Fang Qing seemed to have been frightened by the movie and immediately apologized, but soon it was her turn to shout.

"what are you doing?"

"Fear."

Jiang Chen, as a matter of course, did the same thing and pinched the other person's waist as well.

Just like a child.

However, it feels supple to the touch.

It is elastic.

It's fascinating.

Fang Qing took a light breath. "Just say you want to take advantage of me."

Jiang Chen smiled wryly upon hearing this.

"Left hand touching right hand, understand?"

"laugh."

Fang Qing laughed too, still leaning against the other person without looking up, "Really touching your left hand with your right?"

"No."

Jiang Chen was concentrating intently, genuinely wanting to watch the movie, but life rarely goes as planned.

The beautiful aunt with long flowing hair in the movie couldn't attract his attention at all.

"Don't move! We're about to reach our climax."

Without even looking, relying solely on intuition, Jiang Chen accurately grasped Qing's hand beneath the blanket.

Now it really is a case of the left hand touching the right.

It's okay if you get held; as everyone knows, people have two hands.

What's appalling is that Jiang Chen seems to be able to anticipate the other person's movements, or rather, the two of them are like a single entity. As soon as Fang Qing makes a certain move, he immediately receives the signal.

"Snapped."

Fang Qing's left hand was also restrained.

If you were to lift the blanket at this moment, the scene would be quite comical: two hands, no, four hands, intertwined and tangled under the blanket, like weaving a net. Believe it or not, they did play this game when they were kids.

"Don't make trouble."

Jiang Chen smiled wryly. You see, he was wearing nothing at all, traveling light, with only his underwear on.

Of course, Fang Qing wasn't much better than him; she just had a beautifully designed corset that could be considered an art piece.

Ok.

No need to check the invoice, this bra must be very expensive, probably at least several hundred yuan!
"Isn't it like touching your right hand with your left?"

Jiang Chen avoided answering, saying, "Are you scared? If you are, then watch another movie."

"Who is really afraid?"

Jiang Chen felt that the fear he expressed and the fear she expressed were probably not the same thing.

"Don't push yourself too far."

Jiang Chen stared at the television, issuing a stern warning. At the same time, he even loosened his grip on the other party's hands, as if any further reckless actions would result in disastrous consequences.

But all these years have proven that Fang Qing is not someone who will back down when pushed.

of course.

They won't eat anything soft either.

She remained silent, ignoring Jiang Chen's threat, or more accurately, disregarding it. However, before she could even move, the synaptic signals from her brain were already being received by the other side.

Perhaps the bed was simply too small.

This caused a bug in the system.

So what kind of scene appeared?
Who is Boss Jiang?

It certainly wasn't a fit of anger, just a moment of rage.

Since Fang Qingming refused to listen to advice, he took the initiative and acted decisively.

This time, he definitely wouldn't try to catch her again; otherwise, how could he make her realize how wrong her choice was? He raised his hand and swiftly and sharply grasped the 3/4 cup bra—

One of them.

Fang Qing stopped.

At this point, the main character on TV had arrived at the river where Chu Renmei's body had been dumped, and the movie was indeed entering its climax!
The person who always keeps their word doesn't just let go after a moment's touch; instead, they hold on tightly, with their five fingers clenched, their expression as if they are defending their legitimate rights, which are sacred and inviolable!

He had warned the other party in advance, but the other party ignored him and went his own way. Therefore, the other party should bear all the consequences.

The expected slap did not occur. At this moment, the protagonist went into the river for the first time and saw the beautiful Chu woman who was drowning in the river. The familiar background music permeated out, mournful and eerie, lingering in the entire room.

But the atmosphere wasn't cold at all; on the contrary, Jiang Chen's forehead began to sweat.

Two people naturally generate more heat than one person, and with the air conditioning running so loudly, it's really hard to stand.

"You've got some skills."

Fang Qing didn't move, her voice soft and gentle.

Jiang Chen didn't move, remaining incredibly calm. "We're even."

"Even what?"

"The night of Tie Jun's pre-wedding party..."

Jiang Chen brought up that cold, rainy night when he took random photos, which had completely shielded him from the interference of his childhood trauma.

Even if Chu Renmei crawled out at this point, he would probably jump up and kick her back.

The warm, full texture constantly reminded him that the plum next door was fully ripe, and perfectly ripe.

"Ah."

Fang Qing laughed again.

That's right.

Even at this moment, she was still laughing.

"You're quite good at making up excuses. Just say it if you want to, it's not like you haven't touched it before."

Why is Jiang Chen so afraid of her?

This is the reason.

She has two faces, whether someone is around or not.

Now, it seems that he has two different faces, one in bed and one outside.

How do you say that?

A noblewoman under the bed, on the bed...

Amitabha.

That's nonsense.

Qingmei is far from that age.

To be honest, this wasn't the first time I'd measured Omega's bra size, but back in Kyoto, it was an unconscious act while I was drunk. I stopped as soon as I woke up, so I didn't have time to feel it properly. It's completely different from today.

"I didn't want to, but you forced me to."

Jiang Chen clung to the moral high ground, wishing he could bury his feet in the ground. To prove his righteousness, he even let go of the other person's hand after speaking, as if giving them a profound yet appropriate lesson.

"The bra feels nice, where did you buy it?"

"..."

This is no longer just teasing Fang Qing.

If ghosts and gods really existed in this world, Aunt Mei on screen would definitely jump out.

"Is it just that the bra's material is nice?"

Jiang Chen remained silent.

"Do you really like this style?"

"It's alright. What brand is it? I'll buy a few sets for Shurui too."

“chua——!”

This time, Jiang Chen failed to catch the other party's brainwaves in time. His face froze, and the calm and collected man from one second turned into a grimacing expression the next.

"I was wrong, I was wrong—"

It's truly a habit ingrained in his bones; without the slightest hesitation, he immediately began to apologize.

"Loosen your grip—"

He was sitting down, but he hunched over without realizing it.

"Why bother you? I'll just buy it for Li Shurui and send it to her. Purple too?"

Fang Qing wasn't playing games with you. Someone was already gasping in shock. "Don't joke around, someone could die! Let go..."

If begging for mercy works, what's the point of having lawyers?
It didn't loosen; in fact, it got even tighter.

Seeing someone's contorted, pained expression is definitely not enjoyable.

"I think this is the only way to even things out, don't you think?"

Ensuring she wouldn't be able to break free, Fang Qing's hand began to slowly move downwards.

"hiss--"

Jiang Chen took a deep breath. In this life-or-death situation, he didn't care about face or dignity.

"I'm not buying anymore, I'm not buying from anyone..."

For some reason, Fang Qing suddenly burst into laughter, a carefree and radiant laugh that even drowned out the eerie sound effects emanating from the television.

"Tsk. Isn't it supposed to be the left hand touching the right hand? Huh?"

The person who had been grimacing suddenly turned red in the face.