It's Hard Being the Bad Guy

Chapter 09

Wen Ai felt completely stiff.

He could distinctly feel Xu Changzhou's strong and powerful heartbeat, pounding on his back.

Xu Changzhou, with closed eyes and a sleepy tone, said, "Sleep a bit more."

Wen Ai pushed away Xu Changzhou's arm that was around his waist and sat up abruptly, "Why are you on my bed?"

Xu Changzhou opened his eyes and slowly sat up, "There's only one bed in the room."

Wen Ai continued questioning, "Fine, but why are you hugging me while sleeping?"

Xu Changzhou helplessly said, "You crawled into my blanket yourself."

Xu Changzhou pointed to the edge of Wen Ai's bed, and Wen Ai leaned over to look. Indeed, there was another blanket under the bed. Still skeptical, he said, "I never kick the blanket when I sleep."

Xu Changzhou rubbed his temples, "Last night, you not only kicked the blanket but also kicked me."

Wen Ai, feeling uneasy with his legs under the blanket, said, "Well, I might have a bit of bed recognition issue."

With this movement, Wen Ai suddenly froze. He recalled that last night, thinking the room was warm enough, he only wore a T-shirt to bed, and now his legs were exposed.

Seeing him stiffen again, Xu Changzhou suddenly asked, "Where did you put your suitcase?"

Wen Ai's heart raced, "Why are you asking about that?"

A secretive smile tugged at the corner of Xu Changzhou's mouth, "To get you pants."

Wen Ai's brain exploded with a "boom"; Xu Changzhou indeed knew!

A pillow flew towards him, and Wen Ai glared at Xu Changzhou with embarrassment and anger, cheeks flushed, "Mind your own business!"

Xu Changzhou didn't dodge and took the hit squarely. After dressing, he went to find his suitcase.

Wen Ai collapsed back onto the bed, stretching his arms and legs like a flipped turtle, feeling a bit defeated.

After two minutes, Xu Changzhou found the suitcase in the living room and pushed it to the bedside, "Get up, let's have breakfast."

Wen Ai turned his face, burying it in the pillow, pretending to be dead.

Xu Changzhou went into the small kitchen, and in no time, the familiar aroma of coffee filled the room.

Wen Ai revived instantly.

In the school-drafted itinerary, excluding the travel time, they would spend a total of six days on the island. The first day had no scheduled activities, allowing everyone to adjust to the time difference and rest. From the second to the fourth day, the teacher in charge and the local guide organized visits to various attractions. The remaining fifth and sixth days were entirely at the discretion of the students.

The tour guide accompanying the group was a very talkative Greek man, fluent in both Chinese and English. Most importantly, he was tall, handsome, and particularly charming when he smiled. Observing the blushing teacher following the guide closely, the students subtly slowed down their pace, and eventually, the group scattered as everyone explored independently.

While leisurely browsing a souvenir shop, Wen Ai was drawn to a box of rings. The copper rings were adorned with miniature ancient Greek coins, quite distinctive. He picked one to try, but unexpectedly, it got stuck and couldn't be removed. Despite struggling, his finger became increasingly red and swollen, and the ring seemed to have taken root.