Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 249 - So from now on, she would have to say good-bye to her beloved spicy hot pot? (3)
Last time, Lu Xingchi had pulled her neckline down and kissed her collarbone. Had he noticed the skin below it? He probably wasn't that big of a pervert, right?
Lu Xingchi calmly looked at her. His gaze was unfathomable.
Bei Nuan tried her best to remedy her earlier words by saying, "I later got cosmetic surgery done to hide the scar. It shouldn't be easily visible."
"Where did you get it done?" Lu Xingchi casually asked.
"Abroad." As soon as Bei Nuan answered, she wanted to bite off her tongue. She had heard that a neighboring country was excellent at scar revision. Her dream was to go there to get the surgery done when she had money.
Lu Xingchi leisurely said, "It must be very expensive to reduce the appearance of such a big scar, right?"
Yes, it would be very, very expensive.
Bei Nuan could only answer, "It's quite expensive."
"Where did you get the money? Did you inherit it from your dad?"
That wouldn't work. She had told him she had money problems after her dad died.
Bei Nuan didn't fall for his trick and calmly answered, "I rented out part of my home and saved a small amount of money."
Bei Nuan nervously waited for Lu Xingchi to continue asking strange questions, but he stopped. Instead, he leaned forward and gently pulled Bei Nuan to his chest.
"It's okay." He hugged her and gently patted her back.
His hands were big, and his tone was gentle as if he was comforting a child.
Bei Nuan lay down on his broad and warm chest and tightly clutched the hem of shirt. She wanted to cry, but she was worried that if she cried, he would feel the wetness on his shirt.
After a long time, when Bei Nuan had calmed down, Lu Xingchi let go of her.
"It's late. Go to sleep," he said.
Instead of asking more questions, he switched to talking about trivial matters from his childhood. She was safe.
His tone was gentle and moving. Bei Nuan quietly listened and slowly relaxed.
There was only the flickering light from the candle. Sitting on her familiar bed, Bei Nuan began to feel sleepy.
After a lengthy and arduous trip, she felt like she had finally returned home. It was getting difficult to resist falling asleep. Her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't raise them, but she did her best to stay awake.
"Go to sleep." Lu Xingchi could see that she was holding back from sleeping. He stroked her hair and smiled. "I'll leave after sitting here for a little bit longer. I won't do anything."
Bei Nuan wasn't worried about that. This was far from the first time they were alone at night.
"That's not it." Bei Nuan was a bit embarrassed as she quietly said, "I know this sounds crazy, but I can't help thinking that my dad might be alive here. He might suddenly come back and knock on the door…"
Lu Xingchi didn't respond as if her idea was crazy.
In a solemn tone, he replied, "It's okay, go to sleep. I'll stay up and wait. If your dad comes back, I'll wake you up."
Bei Nuan was still hesitating.
Lu Xingchi promised, "Your dad would have the key to the apartment. He can unlock the door, but I'll stay awake anyways. If I hear a knock, I'll open the door for him."
Assured, Bei Nuan finally stopped trying to open her eyes. After a while, she fell asleep.
Lu Xingchi covered her with the blanket and leaned on the bedside table. With the candlelight, he silently looked at her sleeping face.
Du Ruo was right. Her sleeping face was quite serene.
She properly laid on the bed with her eyes closed like a mischievous child that had finally ruined home.
Lu Xingchi swept his gaze over the room. There were traces of a girl's life everywhere. Her room matched her personality; lively, cute, and a little bit messy. The bookshelves were haphazardly piled up with novels, textbooks, and workbooks.
Lu Xingchi couldn't resist the urge to straighten out the books so that they were standing vertically. Soon, his attention was drawn to a set of books with beautiful bindings titled The Story of Civilization Series.
Lu Xingchi casually picked out a book and opened it. On the title page, someone had wrote: Happy Birthday Nuan Nuan, Grow up healthy. - Dad.
Ah, so it was a birthday gift from her dad.
Lu Xingchi turned to the next page.
Bei Nuan's written notes in pencil were everywhere in the book. Her words were small and childish. Occasionally, there would be a doodled flower or a smiley face. He could tell that she had carefully read this book.
Lu Xingchi turned to the next page and slowly unfolded a fantastical picture scroll. The world recorded in this book was a world that was similar, but not identical to this world.
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