𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chapter 7

——Lisa——

I suddenly opened my eyes and found myself lying on the sofa at home.

My brain stalled.

The sound of the rain still lingered in my ears, and I even felt the chill of the rainy night. But everything around me that was familiar: the room, the sofa, the cabinet, clearly reminded me where I was.

I turned over and sat up, poured a cup of hot water from the kettle and drank it, and the feeling of my body gradually became real.

So I just dozed off and dreamed about that trip I took a few weeks ago? And it was so real, so vivid, every word I said, every feeling I had, I could still remember it. I could even remember the sandy feeling of the balcony curtains on my fingertips.

I looked up at the clock. It was just past ten in the morning. My heart gradually calmed down. I leaned on the balcony, basking in the sun and thought: This shouldn't be the case. Since the first day on the ship, when I had a confrontation with that man, I haven't seen him again. After the trip, there was no contact. He disappeared from my sky like a cloud. Why did I suddenly dream about him today? It seems that I have a very deep impression of him.

I went back to the living room, turned on the computer, and told my best friend Jihyo about this doubt.

Jihyo, whose real name is Zhou Jihyo, is also an online writer, also in Dali City. But she is younger than me and is still in college. Jihyo is famous on the Internet for her thriller science fiction stories, and she and I are in perfect harmony and have a lot in common. We can talk about everything together.

I said, "Fish, why do you think I suddenly dreamed about that boat and him?"

Jihyo replied: "It doesn't matter who you dreamed about, the key is that you dreamed about a man."

I:"?"

Jihyo: "You are thirsty and lusty, virgin pearl."

I calmly replied: "Haha...you sound like you're not a virgin."

Jihyo: "...Why are we hurting each other?"

Me: "Hahaha, it's just that the authors are too empty."

After making an appointment with Jihyoto have dinner together tomorrow, she went offline to finish her homework. I browsed the news online as usual. This is one of the ways I accumulate writing materials.

I live alone in a house in the city center. I paid the down payment for it with all the royalties from last year's best-selling book (the one that was thrown on the floor by that scumbag). This is my daily life. I sleep until I wake up naturally, then stroll downstairs to find food. I work at home during the day, reading, looking up information, or writing. In the evening or on weekends, I go shopping and meet friends for dinner. Sometimes I just stay at home all day and watch TV shows and play games. As for the trip on the boat, it depends on when I get crazy. I will sign up for a tour group and go out with my backpack.

So it's not completely unreasonable to say that people like us feel empty and hungry...

Some netizens broke the news that the son of a wealthy man was arrested in the crackdown on pornography and illegal publications. I glanced at the photo of the nobleman and found him ugly. The plot was too old-fashioned and I was not interested.

A public account broke the news that a murder occurred in a community in this city the day before yesterday. The victim was a woman in her 40s. The death was very tragic and there were signs of sexual assault. I came to my senses and took a look at the blurry photo. It was a bit scary. There were so many wounds on the body. I didn't know what caused it.

However, some netizens immediately made a well-reasoned analysis, saying that the photo was a composite. Some people even exaggerated, saying that this was not the first case, but a serial murder case. Last month, a man in his early thirties died in the same way, and even wrote down his name and work unit. But another netizen immediately refuted it strongly: Bullshit! XX and I are colleagues in the same company, and he died in a drunk driving accident...

The news on the Internet is like this, true and false, everyone is drunk. So I eat this spiritual food every day, no wonder I can't find a boyfriend.