I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2626 - 1641: Fate Between People Is Not a Rain One Can Avoid by Staying Indoors

Watching a movie is actually a very ordinary thing to do.

All those who often rent rooms know this.

It’s just that the usual folks tend to choose romance movies.

This kind of reminiscing over corpses belongs to advanced tactics; if you don’t often rent rooms, don’t try this. Start with the basics, steady and sure.

The dim light coupled with the real environment of rain and wind had an amplifying effect.

How come the old movies, despite being so outdated, still have such a strong impact?

Jiang Chen "took some time" to peek at his neighbor and found she was still sipping soy milk.

A bottomless pit?

Still not finished?

"Focus on the movie."

Fang Qing caught him getting distracted, while Jiang Chen also noticed one of her little actions.

A foot that was originally exposed outside quietly retracted back under the blanket.

Even though the window kept making a loud noise as if something eagerly wanted to come in, the air conditioner was on full blast, and the room wasn’t cold at all.

It seems.

She isn’t made of steel.

Jiang Chen suddenly felt balanced.

Maybe, during the time he secretly gritted his teeth and persevered, she was doing the same thing, and maybe her teeth were clenched even tighter?

Of course.

Given how considerate someone is today, even if he saw through Qing Mei’s flaw, he wouldn’t mention it.

Watching the dark screen on the monitor, he proposed a win-win suggestion.

"How about we share a bed?"

They tried it last night, and squeezing two people on one bed was a bit cramped.

Fang Qing turned her head.

Jiang Chen guaranteed that if she taunted him now, he would mercilessly expose her disguise.

But when did Qing Gege ever get guessed correctly by him?

"Sure."

Quick.

Straightforward.

Bold.

Jiang Chen wasn’t shy either, considering they’d already slept for a few hours, avoiding what now?

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

Hmm.

Now there’s a movie-watching atmosphere.

When they once again sat shoulder to shoulder on the combined big bed, the storm outside that had raged all morning seemed to weaken, as if heaven itself understood just how difficult it was to bridge this distance.

What’s the biggest weapon in horror movies?

The BGM (background music).

When the BGM subsides, the aggressiveness naturally eases.

As one character after another got eliminated, Fang Qing’s head unknowingly leaned on Jiang Chen’s shoulder.

"Don’t fall asleep, I said, this time we must finish watching, no one is allowed to cheat."

Jiang Chen’s mouth moved, but he didn’t move.

On the wall.

Their projections merged into one, without a gap.

"Who’s asleep?"

Speaking of which, Fang Qing gave him a nudge with her elbow, but since there were two layers of blankets between them, the effect was limited. Fang Qing simply took off her blanket, and the elegant, poised, yet subtly alluring satin purple lingerie was once again exposed to the air, but only for a moment.

She tugged Jiang Chen’s blanket over.

The bed had become larger.

But the blanket had gotten smaller.

The two of them squeezed under one quilt, and the temperature inside rose quickly. Even Jiang Chen, who was still dressed, began to feel hot.

"Take off your clothes, don’t be afraid of catching a cold."

"Why?"

Losing support, Fang Qing’s head hung in mid-air, almost tumbling, and she looked at him, puzzled.

"Aren’t you undressing?"

The person who suddenly retracted himself said.

"..."

Fang Qing was at a loss, wanting to speak but hesitated. In the end, she gave up and turned her gaze back to the TV.

"Take it off, take it off."

Shuffling sounds...

Jiang Chen deftly removed his clothes and didn’t even bother to wrap himself in a bathrobe, climbing back onto the bed.

There.

After taking off his clothes, the temperature was even higher.

He was sensible, putting his shoulder back where it previously was.

Fang Qing’s head rested back, her silky black hair cascading onto his chest like a waterfall.

"How’s the weather tomorrow?"

Jiang Chen almost burst out laughing, even Aunt Mei, occasionally glimpsed in the movie with her blue robe, suddenly seemed clear-eyed and delicate.

Didn’t he just ask this boring question last night?

"I don’t know."

"Do you think it will continue to rain?"

"..."

What does that mean?

Is nonsense contagious too?

They could have easily checked the weather forecast by picking up a phone, but maybe the position was too comfortable, or perhaps neither of them had rested well, so neither moved.

"This level of heavy rain shouldn’t last long; it feels like the rain is already starting to let up."

Fang Qing fell silent.

"Why aren’t you talking?"

Jiang Chen glanced down, but all he could see was the black head and the continuous waft of refreshing fragrance.

"Your words are powerful. If you say it won’t rain, it probably won’t."

Jiang Chen smiled.

"I didn’t expect my image in your heart to be quite good,"

Fang Qing gently bumped him with her head.

"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 others’ shoes, no matter who it is. I then evaluate the person in a very real, objective, and comprehensive manner. This habit has helped me a lot in my work."

"To Kill a Mockingbird?"

"So, I’ve always thought you’re better than me."

Jiang Chen sighed, "It turns out women still admire strength."

"I indeed am not as optimistic as you."

He couldn’t see her face, only hear her peaceful voice. "On the contrary, I tend to think of things in the worst ways."

"For example, what if it really doesn’t rain tomorrow?" Jiang Chen chimed in.

"Isn’t it nice for the world to take a few more days off?"

Though it was a childhood shadow, Jiang Chen actually laughed, and his smile was warm and mellow.

"You’re saying ’Why not eat meat porridge?’ Do you know how the noodles you just ate, the soy milk you drank, came about? The world never takes a break."