Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Throughout the whole process, Wu Yiyun was like a clingy monster, or it would be more appropriate to describe him as a clingy kitten.

When Bai Yun walked to the kitchen, he followed her half a step away, holding the corner of her clothes obediently, staring at her back without blinking;

Bai Yun walked to the living room, and he followed him there;

Bai Yun returned to the bedroom, and he followed her there.

The bedroom door was open. When Bai Yun came in and was about to close the door, she found that Wu Yiyun had also slipped in.

For some reason, even though the man was pursing his lips and looking well-behaved, and his eyes were watery due to being drunk, and he didn't look like he had any killing power at all, Bai Yun still felt like he had let a wild beast in.

The result was just as Bai Yun had expected.

After only a few steps into the room, Wu Yiyun seemed to have lost his strength. He took a small step forward, hugged Bai Yun's waist from behind, and put all his weight on her.

The warm breath kept blowing on Bai Yun's neck, causing goose bumps.

His breath was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, which drifted to Bai Yun's nose and made her cheeks slightly red.

Bai Yun seldom drinks, and his alcohol tolerance is almost as low as that of a three-year-old child.

Especially since Wu Yiyun didn't know how to drink the wine. Apart from his breath, every corner of his body seemed to smell of strong liquor. Bai Yun felt that he was about to get drunk before he even drank.

While his mind was still clear, Bai Yun struggled to stand up and shouted,

"Wu Yiyun, what are you doing? Go back to your room and rest."

There was a command in his words, but it made Wu Yiyun hold her even tighter.

"Do not."

Although he was obviously drunk, his voice was as rebellious and firm as a child's.

Helpless, Bai Yun could only ask him: "What do you want to do?"

"Do you love me?"

Wu Yiyun raised his head, held her shoulders and led her to face him, his eyes staring stubbornly into hers, as if he would not leave until he got a satisfactory answer.

Bai Yun said repeatedly, like coaxing a child:

"Love love love, it's getting late, you should go back to bed. Otherwise you'll have a headache tomorrow."

Wu Yiyun was not satisfied with the answer. He was angry and his narrow eyes widened into a round shape.

"You are lying."

"Where did I lie?"

Bai Yun asked Wu Yiyun in return, how could a man who was so drunk that he couldn't even walk steadily have the rationality to distinguish the truth from falsehood in someone's words?

She judges others by herself. If she were drunk, she would never think about whether what others said was true or false.

But she didn't expect that not everyone could drink as much as she did.

"I've been away from home for so long, and you didn't care at all. You didn't even call me, didn't send me a text message, not even a single message."

Wu Yiyun's tone was lost. He stretched out his index finger and held it in the air for a few seconds before falling down weakly.

Her eyes were drooping, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

His words were so rational and clear, and he even provided examples to prove his point.

Bai Yun's words were blocked.

After being with him, Wu Yiyun treated her very well.

She slept in the best master bedroom in the apartment they bought, and he prepared three meals a day in advance.

You don’t even need to ask for the things you like. If you look at them more on the first day, they will appear before your eyes the next day.

Whenever something happens at school or at home, he is the first to step forward.

Wu Yiyun never forced her to do anything she didn't like. It seemed that he was very happy just to be able to look at her.

Bai Yun felt guilty for a rare time, as this relationship was not proper, but she did everything Wu Yiyun could, trying to please him but also with expectations for the possible future.

But he didn't know that they had no future.

Bai Yun was speechless for a moment, pursed her lips and said nothing.

A drunk person's thoughts are probably like this, in waves. He might just be talking about his grievances, and in the blink of an eye his attention is drawn to other things.

Wu Yiyun moved his nose, as if he smelled something unusual, and his eyes lit up instantly.

He pulled his sleeve close to her nose and spoke anxiously.

"You smell it."

Bai Yun was caught off guard and her head was covered by the strong smell of women's perfume.

The smell is very strong. At least, it is not a smell that can be contracted simply by shaking hands with someone or sitting on the same side with them.

'What does he mean by that?'

Wu Yiyun was sure that Bai Yun smelled the perfume. He lowered his head, trying to see some unusual reactions from her.

Bai Yun raised his head in confusion and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"This is the scent of a woman's perfume, do you smell it?"

Wu Yiyun probably still held on to a last bit of hope, but Bai Yun's words shattered that last bit of hope.

"I know you're busy with work and have some social engagements. I understand."

Wu Yiyun suddenly remembered the married boss who had been drinking in the same box in the evening.

The boss was probably in his thirties or forties, with a chubby face and a serious expression when facing his subordinates and clients outside.

But when the two of them sat together in the box, Wu Yiyun's impression of him changed drastically.

There was a waiter in the box. I don’t know if he was new or what, but he had a strong smell of perfume on him.

Before Wu Yiyun, a mysophobe, could do anything, the big boss ran away in fear and asked the manager to replace the waiter with a new one.

Upon asking, it turned out that he was afraid that the smell of perfume on him would make his wife angry.

Wu Yiyun was a little curious, "Is your wife angry with you because of this? Why?"

"Love is exclusive. She certainly doesn't want anyone else between us. I also don't want her to let a small matter affect the relationship between us."

“Is love always like this?”

The boss thought that he was like everyone else, deeply involved in the worldly affairs, so he said to him with a hint of admonition:

"Of course, Xiao Wu, you are still young, so don't learn the ideas of those messy people outside. If you go back with the scent of another woman's perfume, your girlfriend will definitely be angry."

Who would have thought that his warning would become Wu Yiyun's way of confirming Bai Yun's thoughts.

He found the manager and asked him to bring over the waitress who had just been replaced. He bought her perfume at several times the price and then sprayed it on his sleeves.

Wu Yiyun has never had the courage to face Bai Yun.

Not returning to the apartment for a week last time was the most extreme thing he could do.

Bai Yun didn't give him a way out, so he could only find one on his own. He poured out the half-drunk wine and spilled it all over his clothes. He used the excuse of being drunk to fill up his chest with some false courage and finally returned to the apartment.

Wu Yiyun came back with anticipation and trepidation, carrying the strong smell of women's perfume that he didn't like, hoping to see a different reaction on her face.

Angry, or dissatisfied, it doesn't matter, just don't be so understanding.

In the end, it was still a disappointing result.

"Well."

Wu Yiyun felt aggrieved and sad. He lowered his head and his lips, smelling of alcohol, fell on Bai Yun's neck.