I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2627 - 1641: Fate Between People Is Not a Rain You Can Avoid by Staying Indoors (2)

Fang Qing was quiet for a while.

"My world isn’t that big."

Afterwards.

It was Jiang Chen’s turn to be silent.

"Aunt Mei, I was wrong..."

The classic scene arrived.

The elderly man with white hair, walking unsteadily, looks up as steel beams fall from the sky, piercing and trapping him against the ground, signifying the end of the last survivor of that village.

This scene isn’t particularly scary; it adds some thought-provoking substance to this horror movie.

The sound from outside changed from crashing thunder to a gentle drizzle; might not even last until tomorrow, could end today.

"What does it matter if it rains tomorrow?"

The TV screen reflected in Jiang Chen’s pupils, his tone without ups and downs, no clenched teeth, childhood shadows aren’t always adult shadows.

"Fate between people is not a rain that you can avoid by not going out."

Trying to act deep, but the next second, Jiang Chen’s expression suddenly changed and he shivered inexplicably.

"What’s up?"

Turns out something unknown pinched his inner thigh.

"Sorry. Got scared."

Fang Qing seemed startled by the movie, apologized immediately, but soon cried out.

"What are you doing?"

"Scared."

Jiang Chen responded naturally, and reciprocated by pinching her waist.

Just like a kid.

But the feel was soft and pliable.

With elasticity.

Captivating.

Fang Qing took a soft breath, "If you want to cop a feel, just say so."

Jiang Chen smirked at her words.

"Left hand touches right hand, understand?"

"Heh."

Fang Qing laughed too, still leaning against him, not lifting her head, "Really left hand touching right hand?"

"Of course."

Jiang Chen focused intently, genuinely wanting to watch the movie, but life often does not go as planned.

The long-haired Aunt Mei in the movie failed to catch his attention.

"Don’t move! It’s about to hit the climax."

Without looking, just by instinct, Jiang Chen accurately grasped Fang Qing’s hand under the blanket.

This time, it truly was left hand touching right hand.

Being held didn’t matter, as everyone knows, people have two hands.

What’s outrageous is, Jiang Chen seemed to predict her movements, or rather, the two became a whole entity, when Fang Qing made a move, he immediately received the signal.

"Snap."

Fang Qing’s left hand was also caught.

If the blanket were lifted now, the scene would be amusing, with two—no, four—hands beneath it crossing and entangling, like weaving a net, they did indeed play such games as children.

"Stop messing around."

Jiang Chen smiled wryly, knowing he was wearing nothing, jumping in with just a pair of shorts.

Of course, Fang Qing wasn’t much better, with only a beautifully designed, almost artistic, bra.

Hmm.

No need to check receipts, this bra must be expensive, at least several hundred!

"Wasn’t it left hand touching right hand?"

Jiang Chen evaded the question, "Are you scared? If scared, let’s switch to another movie."

"Who’s actually scared?"

Jiang Chen suspected that his idea of fear was different from hers.

"Don’t push your luck."

Jiang Chen stared at the TV, issuing a stern warning, yet surprisingly released both hands, implying that any reckless move would have catastrophic consequences.

Yet years have shown, Fang Qing isn’t one to yield to pressure.

Of course.

Nor to softness.

She said nothing, ignored Jiang Chen’s threat, or rather, she remained unmoved and didn’t react, yet her brain’s synaptic signals managed to get received first.

Perhaps the bed was too small.

Causing the system to show a bug.

Hence, what kind of spectacle unfolded?

Who is Boss Jiang?

Certainly wouldn’t rage uncontrollably, merely a moment’s anger.

Once Fang Qing clearly ignored his advice, he took the initiative and acted decisively.

This time he won’t catch a hand, how else could he make her see how wrong her choice was, his hand lifted swiftly and grasped the 3/4 cup bra—

One of them.

Fang Qing froze.

At this moment, the protagonist on TV had arrived at the river where Chu Renmei’s corpse lay, the movie indeed reached a climax!

A particular someone remained firmly grasping, presenting tight-fingered determination, like defending his rightful claim, inviolable!

He had warned her beforehand, but she ignored and persisted, meaning all consequences lay with her.

The slap that should have happened didn’t, by now the protagonist had ventured into the river, and saw the submerged Chu Renmei, eerie BGM seeped out, haunting and sinister, enveloping the room.

Yet there was no coldness in the atmosphere, quite the opposite, Jiang Chen started sweating.

Two people’s warmth is inherently higher than one’s, plus the air conditioner working hard, it was quite unbearable.

"So capable, huh."

Fang Qing didn’t move, her voice gentle.

Jiang Chen also stayed put, surprisingly calm, "Evened out."

"Evened what out?"

"Tie Jun’s pre-wedding party night..."

Jiang Chen referenced that rainy night again, completely shielding childhood trauma now.

At this point, even if Chu Renmei crawled out, he’d probably leap and kick her back in.

The moist and abundant touch constantly reminded him, the Qing Mei next door had completely matured, and ripened fully.

"Ha."

Fang Qing laughed again.

Indeed.

She was still laughing at this point.

"You’re quite good at making excuses. You could just say you want it, haven’t you touched before."

Why was Jiang Chen so afraid of her?

This was why.

No matter the presence, she had two faces.

Now, it seemed the bed above and below turned into two faces too.

How’s that saying go?

Lady below, bed above...

Amitābha.

Total nonsense.

Qing Mei wasn’t even that age.

Truth be told, measuring Qing Mei’s cup wasn’t the first time, but back in Kyoto, it was unconscious due to drunkenness, waking up was all about withdrawing hastily, leaving no time for a detailed feel, incomparable to today.

"I don’t want to, you forced me."

Jiang Chen firmly occupied the moral high ground, wishing to bury his feet in the soil to prove his righteousness, and after speaking he voluntarily released his hand, as if giving her a profound yet moderate lesson.

"Nice texture of the bra, where bought from?"

"..."

This wasn’t teasing Fang Qing anymore.

If there truly were ghosts and gods, Aunt Mei on the screen would have to jump out.

"Is it just the bra’s texture that’s nice?"

Jiang Chen remained silent.

"Do you really like this style?"

"It’s okay. What brand? I’ll get some for Shu Rui."

"Chua—!"

This time, Jiang Chen couldn’t capture her brainwaves in time, his face froze, previously serene he suddenly turns grimacing.

"Wrong, I was wrong—"

Truly habit ingrained in his bones, without hesitation he began apologizing.

"Release, release, release—"

Despite sitting, he somehow hunched over.

"No need to trouble you. I’ll buy it for Li Shuru, and send it over. Should it be purple too?"

Fang Qing wasn’t playing games, while someone had started gasping, "Don’t joke, it’s deadly serious, quickly let go..."

If pleading worked, what would lawyers do?

Not only not released, but tightened more.

Seeing someone’s twisted painful expression, this was definitely not enjoyment.

"I think this way balances out, don’t you?"

Ensuring no escape possible, Fang Qing’s hand slowly began moving down.

It’s known.

Some things aren’t easy to break.

But some things are like eggs, extremely fragile.

"Hiss—"

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, in moments of life and death, who cares about dignity or pride.

"Not buying, nobody’s buying..."

Unexpectedly, Fang Qing burst out laughing, the laughter indulgent, even overshadowing the horror sound effects from the TV.

"Tsk. Wasn’t it left hand touching right hand? Huh?"

The grimacing someone flushed red with embarrassment.