Genting: You're supposed to teach us skills, but you're going to perform magical arts?

As soon as the post-match interview ended, Ye Fan quickly left the interview room.

As soon as he came out, he saw Wen Ruan standing at the door, her hands in her pockets, looking at him with a smile.

"Let's go celebrate."

Ye Fan said.

"Okay. We can't have barbecue again this time. You promised to treat me to a big meal after we win the championship."

She spoke in a soft, gentle voice, with a touch of coquettish seriousness.

"Don't worry, this will definitely be a feast."

Ye Fan smiled.

Before, I didn't have any money, but now it's different.

The day before yesterday, he applied to Douya Live to withdraw his gifts in advance.

Although he couldn't withdraw all of it at once, he could withdraw half of it first, which was equivalent to Douya giving him an advance of half of his salary.

Even if it's only half, it's still 2 yuan, enough for a big meal, which he can afford.

The two walked out of the competition venue side by side, the evening breeze carrying the joy of victory.

At this moment, Xie Ruyan came out after the interview and was looking for Ye Fan.

She saw Ye Fan and Wen Ruan leaving together, and she reached out her hand, opened her mouth, but the sob in her throat eventually turned into silence.

In the end, he didn't shout it out, a barely perceptible hint of loneliness flashing across his eyes.

The two went to a high-class restaurant, ordered a table full of exquisite dishes, and opened a bottle of red wine.

The joy of winning the championship, mixed with a slight buzz from the alcohol, led the two to drink too much without realizing it.

Wenru's alcohol tolerance was naturally low, and she became drunk after only a few drinks, her little head slumped on the table, her cheeks flushed with an intoxicating blush.

Looking at the soundly sleeping Wenruan, Ye Fan couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile. He paid the bill with his phone, then carefully helped the limp Wenruan out of the restaurant.

I took a taxi to drop Wenruan off at her apartment building, but she was still completely drunk and wouldn't wake up no matter how gently I called her.

With no other option, he bent down, carried the slender girl on his back, and slowly walked into the elevator.

"Hey, Ruan Ruan, wake up! What floor do you live on?"

"Third, third floor..."

She murmured softly and in a daze, her voice gentle and ethereal, and subconsciously gave an answer.

Ye Fan pressed the elevator button for the third floor, and the elevator smoothly ascended, quickly arriving at the floor.

Stepping out of the elevator and seeing the one-apartment-per-floor layout, Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief, saving him the trouble of identifying the apartment doors. Seeing Wen Ruan's current state, he couldn't get any more information out of her.

He reached into the soft bag and gently rummaged around until he found the room key. He then opened the door and helped the person inside.

He gently placed Wenruan on the bed in the bedroom, took off her shoes, carefully covered her with a light blanket, and then got up to boil a kettle of water, filled two cups and placed them on the bedside table. He thought that people with hangovers are prone to thirst in the middle of the night, and this thoughtful gesture was entirely subconscious.

After doing all this, Ye Fan was about to turn around and leave, but then he thought of Wen Ruan, who was drunk at home alone, and couldn't help but worry about her. In the end, he decided to just spend the night on the sofa in the living room.

Ye Fan was also feeling the effects of the alcohol, but he wasn't sleepy at all.

The stunningly beautiful girl was lying in the next room. Her gentle smile and every gesture kept replaying in his mind, making it even harder for him to fall asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, drowsiness finally crept in, and Ye Fan had just drowsily closed his eyes when the living room lights were suddenly turned on.

He sat up abruptly, just in time to see Wen Ruan walking out of the bedroom.

I was about to greet her when I noticed that she still had her eyes closed, but her steps were steady.

"Is this...sleepwalking?"

Ye Fan froze on the spot, not daring to make the slightest move.

The older generation often says that sleepwalkers should never be frightened, otherwise something bad is very likely to happen.

Although he never believed in such mystical theories, he dared not take any risks when it came to Wenruan, especially since he had actually experienced time travel, so he had no choice but to be cautious.

Wen Ruan was completely unaware of Ye Fan in the living room. She walked straight into the kitchen, raised her hand to turn on the light, and her movements were practiced.

Filled with curiosity, Ye Fan followed quietly.

The girl, with her eyes closed, skillfully turned on the stove, heated the oil, took out tomatoes and eggs from the refrigerator, and then, with her eyes still closed, chopped, stir-fried, and seasoned the vegetables. She didn't open her eyes for a single second throughout the entire process, and with effortless grace, a plate of fragrant scrambled eggs with tomatoes was ready.

Ye Fan was filled with astonishment. He had never heard of anyone being able to do such a thing while sleepwalking.

Wenruan carried the plate to the dining table in the living room, picked up her chopsticks, closed her eyes, and slowly began to eat, looking obedient and satisfied.

The delicious aroma filled the living room, tempting Ye Fan. He got up and went to the kitchen to get a pair of chopsticks, wanting to try the food that the dreamer had made.

Just as he reached for his chopsticks, Wenruan, as if sensing his thoughts, precisely raised her hand to stop him, her brows furrowing slightly with a hint of childish dissatisfaction, clearly guarding her food.

Ye Fan couldn't help but chuckle; he hadn't expected this girl to be so possessive of her food even while sleepwalking.

Wenruan quickly finished the whole plate of food, let out a comfortable little burp, threw the empty plate into the sink, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Ye Fan couldn't help but feel a surge of indignation.

"You should remember to wash the dishes."

Not long after, Wen Ruan came out of the bathroom, changed into a light nightgown, her long hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, water droplets slid down her fair and slender neck, spreading out light wet marks. The light fell on her, her skin had a delicate glow, she was truly a lotus emerging from the water, naturally beautiful without any artifice.

She plopped down on the sofa, picked up the remote and randomly flipped through channels. After fiddling around with her eyes closed for a while without finding a program she wanted to watch, she pouted, turned off the TV, tossed the remote aside, and slowly stood up.

Ye Fan thought she was finally going back to her room to sleep, and his heart was only half at ease when he saw the girl raise her hand and gently pull off her nightgown.

Only a thin, close-fitting inner layer remained, barely covering the key areas, creating a hazy yet alluring effect.

The dim lighting accentuated her stunning figure, revealing curves usually hidden by loose clothing. Her shoulders were smooth, her waist so slender it seemed as if it could be broken with a single touch, her posture graceful and every line perfectly proportioned, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

Then, with her eyes closed, she began to dance lightly on her own, her body supple, her movements languid yet exuding a natural charm, completely unlike her usual gentle and obedient self.

Ye Fan froze on the spot, his pupils suddenly contracted, his breath hitched, and he was completely stunned.

He instinctively tried to look away, his reason constantly reminding him not to look, but his gaze was glued to him, and he couldn't look away at all.

The alcohol surged, my heart raced wildly, and the palpitations in my chest almost burst out of my chest. I wanted to look but dared not, I wanted to hide but couldn't move my feet. The extreme ambiguity and torment swept over my whole body.

Suddenly, my nose felt hot, and warm blood started flowing down instantly.

Holy crap!

Ye Fan hurriedly grabbed a tissue from the table, haphazardly covered his nose, and quickly lay back on the sofa, rolling up a tissue to block his nostrils. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode.

Wenruan remained immersed in her own world, oblivious to everything, stretching out her body as she pleased. The hazy night and warm light intertwined, maximizing the ambiguous atmosphere.

Ye Fan kept his eyes tightly closed, his mind in turmoil. He felt that the night was so long that it seemed endless, and the heat in his body and the throbbing in his heart could not be calmed for a long time.

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