I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2620 - 1638: Wet and Dry Separation (6k!)

Go to the bathroom.

From entering to leaving the bathroom, it only took half a minute, but who would have thought someone had already fallen asleep.

Seeing him completely covered by the blanket, motionless, Fang Qing paused, then walked back to her own bed, picked up the remote, and turned off the TV.

"Click."

The lights went out too.

Only the bedside strip lights were left, emitting a hazy dim light.

"Rustle..."

Listening to the sounds outside the blanket, there was no way Jiang Chen, who pretended to be asleep, would really fall asleep. He carefully waited until there were no sounds before slowly pulling down the blanket, poking out his head, mainly his nose.

It was really stifling under the blanket.

He secretly glanced at Qing Gege’s side, still lying diagonally, which made the blanket curve into high and low shapes, except now she had turned her back to him, the towel on her head removed, her black hair naturally draped over the pure white pillow.

The key was.

The robe originally worn was draped over the end of the bed.

You can’t sleep with the blanket over your head.

Similarly.

You can’t wear a robe.

Which normal person sleeps in a bathrobe?

Jiang Chen suddenly looked at himself.

He’s certainly not odd.

He too thinks sleeping in pajamas is uncomfortable, but with two people in one room, it’s just gentlemanly decorum.

But now that Qing Gege is asleep, shouldn’t he also make himself comfortable?

Thus.

There came "rustle" sounds from this side too.

The same robe was taken out from the blanket and placed on the side of the bed.

Now it’s comfortable.

Jiang Chen is certainly not perverted; a gentleman is cautious even in solitude, maintaining noble character especially in moments like these. He didn’t peek at Qing Gege sleeping, turned his head back, looked at the ceiling, and closed his eyes again in the dim light of the bedside strip light.

No one knows how long passed.

In a hazy state, he heard a voice.

"Close the window."

Jiang Chen opened his eyes.

Qing Gege was still turned away from him, maintaining her side-lying position, seemingly never having moved. He remembered when she was young, she didn’t sleep so peacefully.

Then he looked at the window.

Outside was pitch black, only the curtains swayed.

Indeed, it was a bit cold, and the hotel’s blankets were relatively thin.

Except he was sleeping on the outside; wouldn’t it be more convenient for the one toward the inside to get up and close the window?

The blanket was lifted; the awakened Boss Jiang still got up.

At times, convenience isn’t the issue.

Who knows why someone would throw a blind punch his way; Boss Jiang has always been rather dignified.

"Hiss—"

Even colder.

No time to wear slippers, Jiang Chen ran barefoot to the window, pulled it shut, then quickly ran back, climbed onto the bed again, only to hear.

"Get me a bottle of water."

Jiang Chen halted, having not yet burrowed into the covers.

Who called her Qing Gege.

He could only get out of bed again, walk briskly to the TV stand, and pick up a complimentary bottle of mineral water.

"Here."

Turning toward the window to sleep, Fang Qing turned around, opened her sleepy eyes, and reached out an arm from the covers, ready to take the water. Her fingers stopped only a centimeter from the bottle.

"Hold it."

Jiang Chen, nostalgic for the warm covers, extended the bottle forward.

Fang Qing finally took it, sat up, and unscrewed the bottle.

By then, Jiang Chen was already in a hurry to hop onto his bed again, his form quite... agile, akin to a diver.

"Nice body, pretty sexy abs."

Jiang Chen, just wrapped in the blanket and lying down, was taken aback.

...

Jumped up too hastily.

Forgot wasn’t wearing the robe.

No wonder it felt chilly just now.

But as a grown man, being seen is being seen, can’t make a fuss over it.

After closing the window, delivering water, and being teased, Jiang Chen turned his head.

Under the hazy glow of the strip light, Fang Qing drank her water, her shadow stretched diagonally on the wall.

"You’re pretty sexy too."

One, two, three, freeze.

This time it was Fang Qing who paused, the bottled water hovering by her mouth.

Jiang Chen forgot he was just in his boxers, wasn’t she the same? Though instinctively holding the blanket for warmth, sitting and drinking water inevitably exposed her soft shoulders.

And.

On her shoulders.

An elegant purple strap.

If it were any ordinary girl, she’d likely start screaming loudly by now, then indiscriminately land a punch on Jiang Chen. But Qing Gege was indeed different.

No anger, no shyness.

She continued drinking her water as if nothing had happened.

Women can be as good as men.

"Is it really sexy?"

She stared ahead at the TV wall, even asking back.

In fact, the moment Jiang Chen spoke, he already regretted it; his mouth truly had no filter. But words once spoken couldn’t be taken back, making this situation difficult.

Pretending to sleep was impossible.

Unless he suddenly fainted.

"Truth or lie?"

He feigned calmness.

"What do you think?"

"Really sexy."

Jiang Chen provided a sincere and heartfelt assessment.

He once thought, people who grew up together wouldn’t need to distinguish gender, but reality proved him utterly wrong.

From Tie Jun’s pre-wedding party, on that rainy night, he realized how misguided he was.

Upon hearing the "praise," Fang Qing’s response was rather feminine, silently smiling. Perhaps because of the lighting and the atmosphere at this moment, it exuded a captivating allure.

"You really like purple, huh."

She resumed drinking water.

It turns out some women can captivate your soul with just a strap, shooting straight at your heart.

Jiang Chen shifted his position, leaning against the headboard.

"Purple naturally carries a contradictory allure, rich in layers, noble yet shrouded in mystery, enticing one to explore its inner secrets."