Feng Nanshu woke up from her sleep, got out of the quilt and rubbed her eyes. She looked around stupidly and found that the bed next door was empty, and Gao Wenhui was humming and washing on the balcony.
Xiao Gao is now the part-time store manager of the Xitian Linda branch. He has to get up early to look after the store even if he has no classes.
This not only corrected her habit of messing around in the dormitory, but also helped her develop a good habit of going to bed early and getting up early.
Feng Nanshu sat on the bed and was stupid for a while, then stepped on the ladder and got out of the bed, put her white feet into the slippers, and ran to the balcony to say hello.
“Wenhui, good morning.”
Gao Wenhui turned to look at her: “Good morning, Nan Shu. Did you dream last night?”
Little rich woman: “?”
“I stayed up late last night to make my watch. I went to bed later than you, and then I heard you talking in your sleep.”
“Wenhui, what did I say?” Feng Nanshu was curious.
Gao Wenhui coughed and imitated the tone of the little rich woman and said: “Jiang Qin, dear, huh huh… um, I can’t breathe, Jiang Qin, slow down, woo hoo hoo…”
Feng Nanshu was stunned, her clear eyes opened wide, and her small cherry-red mouth also opened, as if she had been struck by lightning.
Gao Wenhui, who was so enthusiastic about her performance, hasn’t stopped yet. While shaking her head, she continued to imitate the voice of the little rich woman and talk in her sleep.
“No, Jiang Qin… dirty, good brother, don’t do this, sister… sister can’t breathe, please.”
Feng Nanshu looked at her blankly, not understanding why he said dirty things.
Did the big bear eat her feet again in the dream?
She looked down at her pink toes and curled them up slightly, as if they were a little itchy.
While she was talking, Fan Shuling also got off the bed and walked to the balcony while yawning: “Nan Shu, don’t believe her, she is obviously lying.”
“I didn’t.” Gao Wenhui said confidently.
“Really? Then how come the two lines just now are exactly the same as the romance you sent me via Bluetooth a few days ago?”
“…”
Fan Shuling crossed her arms and stared at Gao Wenhui with a look that saw everything through.
Around the turn of the millennium, the formalization of online literature was not so strict. Writers just hit the keyboard hard. There was no part that they did not dare to write about. The main thing was that there was no outsider.
Some of the female romance writers drive harder than the male writers. Not to mention their delicate writing style, they can open and close with ease, which is simply life-threatening.
In this day and age, if there are no paragraphs of uh-huh, does your thing deserve to be called literature?