Running away from the Love-Brain

Cui Muhuo, right?

Q: Are you avoiding Cui Muhuo?

A: No... I just woke up, and my face is really puffy, plus I haven't washed my face yet (looking worried).

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"You think she just washed her face?" Chen Wenran asked.

"Why do you care?" Cui Xijin paused her feeding motion for a moment.

"Do you think she's pretty?"

Chen Wenran's expression was quite melancholic as she looked at her through the glass fish tank, which was one of the boundaries between their spaces.

Cui Xijin glanced at her, puzzled as to why she cared about that. "I guess she's okay."

Chen Wenran blurted out, "She's absolutely gorgeous!"

Cui Xijin's eyes twitched.

Chen Wenran gritted her teeth,

"If she looks that good without washing her face, doesn't that mean I'm totally defeated?"

Cui Xijin's expression became strange as she finally understood that Chen Wenran was talking about Ran Yan.

She didn't respond, merely bending her slightly sore waist.

Her gaze lingered on the Brazilian turtle swimming in the deep water of the fish tank.

Suddenly, she remembered Chi Buyu—

In the Tencent meeting humorously named "The Sixth Breakup Review," Chi Buyu had buried her entire face in the hood of her sweatshirt, pulling the strings tight so only her mouth was visible, and mumbled, "Well, that female ghost bit pretty accurately—."

Right after that sentence, the two computers connected by a wireless signal seemed to experience some sort of signal failure, freezing for a generous two seconds.

In that ten seconds, the two computers, which didn't belong to them, connected them completely.

There was no escaping for either of them.

After two seconds, the first to react was Cui Xijin, who inadvertently caught sight of the pixelated image on the screen, with only Chi Buyu's mouth visible.

The lips of this "female ghost" who bites looked pretty good; they had a standard Cupid's bow and appeared quite plump. With good blood circulation, her natural lip color was nice even without lipstick.

Just a sip of a drink would do.

Or eating juicy fruit would give her lips a dewy texture, making them particularly enchanting.

For example, last night, after drinking that glass of Irish Mist.

—What a ridiculous description!

Cui Xijin lightly pressed her painful lips together and flipped the magazine in her hands noisily, feeling disturbed by the suddenly overwhelming memories. It was likely because her hangover hadn't ended yet, and the high concentration of alcohol was still in effect.

She learned today that Irish Mist was a strong cocktail that made you feel as if you were walking in fog after drinking it; that was probably how it got its name.

So she was probably still in that fog, making ghosts look like people and people look like ghosts.

Next, she casually flipped a page of the "Botany Magazine" in her hands, which mentioned that the "Chinese Flame Tree" is a plant with very distinct boundaries.