Meng Yan's Transformation

Zhan Mengyan sat on the edge of the kang, and the little cat lay obediently beside her, staring at her with its big eyes like glass balls, curiously watching her open her schoolbag.

Zhan Mengyan took the "Physiology and Hygiene" book out of her schoolbag, and when she turned around, she found that Yun Dawen had lay down again and had no intention of leaving.

"Second cousin Daven, why are you lying down again? Go back to your room and sleep. When my third cousin gets up and finds you're not around, he'll come to my room to sleep. He'll teach you a lesson again..."

While Zhan Mengyan was speaking, she put the book back into her bag and reached out to pull Yun Dawen up.

"Sister Mengyan, don't chase me away. I'm here to study with you. You don't need a flashlight. You can turn on the light to read. It's good for your eyes. I'll keep watch for you. When you hear my dad coming, I'll tell you to turn off the lights in advance to avoid him blaming you for wasting electricity by turning on the lights."

When Yundawen spoke, his eyes were full of pleading.

"No! Second cousin Daven, you must go back to your room and sleep immediately. If you refuse to leave, I will go and wake up my third cousin. I would rather not study tonight..."

When Zhan Mengyan spoke, she showed an expression of firm rejection.

"Okay, okay, can't I just leave..."

As Yundawen spoke, he walked out of Zhan Mengyan's hut reluctantly.

Zhan Mengyan watched Yun Dawen leave, turned off the lights, and was about to get on the kang and into bed. She reached out to take the pillow and found a large wet spot on it. She touched the wet spot in surprise, and couldn't help feeling a little confused.

This wet feeling is clearly the trace of saliva. Zhan Mengyan couldn't help but smile bitterly: Yundawen must have used my pillow to sleep, and he drooled so much in his sleep...

Zhan Mengyan picked up the pillow and smelled it, and it indeed had a sour smell of saliva.

Zhan Mengyan shone the flashlight on the pillow, and a discordant scene came into her eyes - on the pillow, there was a slightly moist and slightly embarrassing mark, which was the mark of someone else's saliva.

These traces, with irregular shapes, look like constellations randomly drawn in the night sky, but lack the mystery and romance. They lie there quietly, slightly darker than the surrounding fabrics, with a barely perceptible sense of moisture, silently telling the little episodes of a night's sleep. Zhan Mengyan couldn't help but feel a subtle feeling in her heart, both helpless and a little amused, imagining the interesting things that might happen to Yun Dawen in his dreams...

Perhaps in the depths of a dream, Yundawen, the "perpetrator", was immersed in a sea of ​​delicious food, or having a great chat with a long-lost friend, so that on the edge of reality, this joy or satisfaction inadvertently appeared at the corner of his mouth, leaving this unique "mark".

Zhan Mengyan gently touched the mark and felt a slight chill on her fingertips, like the chill of the night, slowly spreading in the cabin.

Although this sudden "decoration" made Zhan Mengyan's pillow look a little messy, she knew that these little accidents in life often hide unexpected warmth and fun, so Zhan Mengyan smiled and shook her head, deciding to give this little accident a tolerant smile. After a while, she picked up the pillow towel and wiped it gently, trying to restore the pillow to its original cleanliness and tidiness, but after repeated wiping, the marks faded a lot. She picked up the pillow and smelled it, and the sour smell of saliva still lingered at the tip of her nose...

Zhan Mengyan simply stripped the pillow cover off the pillow core, smeared soap on the pillowcase, soaked it in a basin of water, and then used a brush to scrub the side of the pillow core with the saliva marks.

When Zhan Mengyan washed the pillowcase with her frozen and swollen hands, wrung it out, and put it on the towel rack, she could no longer smell the sour smell of Yun Dawen's saliva...