Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

There was a time when...

"Beautiful things still exist..."

At the bar counter, Peng Fei gulped down cocktail after cocktail, while An Han's face was slightly flushed.

"And what about you? How did you get to this point?" Peng Fei's question still echoed in my ears.

The clever girl immediately realized that this was a double entendre from Peng Fei. He was asking her what had happened to her over the past few years.

An Han didn't know how to start the conversation.

In the noisy bar, people acted recklessly, boldly venting their frustrations.

“My mother used to tell me that life would be like an animated film, colorful and black and white.”

"It wasn't until she died mysteriously in a ditch that I realized it was all a beautiful lie..."

Near the end, An Han was so drunk that she was almost unconscious.

This was the happiest she had been in years. She and he talked about everything, from their childhood to the trivial things that had happened in the past few days.

In this cold and malicious environment, it seemed that only Peng Fei would quietly listen to her complaints and understand what she was feeling.

"Xiaohan, you've had too much to drink."

He called her by her nickname, a rare occurrence for him. This unexpected nickname pulled An Han back to those carefree days. Indeed, children don't need to think so much; the adult world is truly boring.

"So, are you Xiao Han now, or Miss An?" Peng Fei deliberately stared into her eyes.

"You don't want to know."

An Han answered weakly.

She lay quietly on the glass table, her breath faint, as if she would fall into a deep sleep at any moment. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes, like the blue sea and sky, were clear and deep, her features delicate and three-dimensional amidst the strands of hair.

……

"Ugh... Peng Fei... Where are you taking me...?"

An Han struggled gently, her little mouth murmuring incessantly.

Under the strange gazes of almost the entire bar, he carried her, who was completely drunk, to the car that had come to pick her up.

The car window slowly rolled down, and Peng Fei awkwardly met the helpless-looking butler's gaze in the driver's seat.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Peng Fei. My young lady is being a bit too willful." As if he had expected this, the middle-aged butler said with a self-deprecating tone. He was wearing an exquisite vintage suit, his broad shoulders highlighting his meticulous and dignified demeanor.

What a reliable-looking butler!

Peng Fei silently muttered to himself.

After helping An Han to her seat, Peng Fei discovered that she was gripping his wrist tightly, so tightly that he couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried.

"You...you really want to get rid of me that badly?" An Han's tone was somewhat frustrated, and then she reached out and patted the empty seat next to her.

Carl watched the two struggling through the rearview mirror with interest, but didn't intend to interfere.

These young people, wow.

Seeing that more and more passersby were gathering around to watch, Peng Fei knew he only had one option, so he wisely got into the car.

Having succeeded in her scheme, An Han deliberately moved closer to him, her slender hand slipping into his palm.

Peng Fei was squeezed into a corner, his whole body covered in the scent of the girl's cologne.

......

The car quickly arrived at the headquarters of "Sunset." The towering building, which had been dazzlingly bright in the sunlight earlier, was still lit up. Because the building was located towards the south of the city, there was less traffic at night, making it quieter than the city center.

This also allowed it to escape the devastating impact of "L-day".

The butler seemed reluctant to interfere in the couple's private affairs. After escorting Peng Fei to the designated floor of the building, he left him to his own devices. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, Peng Fei caught a glimpse of his meaningful gaze.

"Mr. Peng Fei, it seems Miss wants to speak with you alone," the butler said with a smile.

Isn't the implication obvious enough?

Looking at An Han, who was clinging to him and walking unsteadily, he suddenly felt a sense of pressure.

No, to be precise, it's a state of being at a loss.

From the 40th floor upwards, the Sunset Building is a multi-functional area, fully equipped with restaurants, swimming pools, and gyms.

"Isn't it said that sunsets are for squeezing employees dry? This looks more like a vacation."

The fiftieth floor, the private room of Sunset CEO—An Han's exclusive floor. This floor is not open to the public; it's a hidden floor of the building, without even a direct elevator. This made things difficult for Peng Fei, who had to carry her all the way through the narrow hidden passageway.

"So big?"

After marveling at the lavish interior design, Peng Fei also gained a deeper understanding of An Han's private life.

Although it was large, it was definitely more chaotic than I had imagined. Despite having fantasized about such a scene countless times, what I saw before me still exceeded my expectations. An Han's clothes were scattered everywhere, even her skirts were on the living room table.

No, is it really that unrefined?

An Han's persona crumbled somewhat at this moment, and he pretended to be calm as he glanced at her beside him.

"Alright, laugh if you want..." She was filled with shame, regretting that she hadn't tidied herself up properly before leaving.

The wardrobe on the other side of the bed had its doors wide open, revealing one strange and unusual garment after another hanging inside.

Peng Fei walked over curiously.

"No...no, don't look!"

An Han, who was behind him, quickly jumped in front of him to stop him from taking another step forward.

Are those...cosplay outfits?

Peng Fei forced a laugh.

She pouted, her face turning red to the roots of her ears.

"And those—"

The bedroom walls were covered with photos of the characters An Han had played. Animal-eared girls, catgirls, tomboys…

"Hahaha, what are all these things?!"

"So you have this kind of fetish?"

An Han was so ashamed by Peng Fei's words that the image she had painstakingly built up in front of him was instantly shattered.

"If you dare tell anyone, don't blame me—"

Before he finished speaking, Peng Fei darted to the wardrobe again, exclaiming as if he were searching for some treasure:

"Xiao Han, how about we go to a comic convention sometime? You'll look absolutely stunning in that outfit."

He was now holding a steel-blue uniform, with white stockings tied under the skirt.

"abnormal……"

Upon hearing this, An Han instantly sobered up considerably.

"You tricked me into drinking so you could make me wear it for you while I was sober, right?"

"Hey, hey, hey, you're the one who dragged me here, okay?" Peng Fei said innocently.

The girl wanted to hit him, but seeing that he was pretending to know nothing, just like before, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

“You haven’t changed at all, Peng Fei.”

Every little moment she spent with him during her childhood surged within her, and that pure affection had long since subtly transformed into something else. Some say she's asking for trouble, that there's no need for her to seek out such people.

But she is a sentimental person, and she cannot accept simply maintaining the status quo.

An Han took off her high heels, stood on tiptoe, and walked up to him.

"Do you know why I went drinking with you... and drank so much?" She took the initiative to put her arms around his neck, her red lips slightly parted.

Peng Fei wasn't stupid; he could certainly see the deep, unforgettable feelings An Han had for him. They were both heavy and passionate.

"The cooked duck is already laid out in front of you... Peng Fei, do you still want her to get away...?"

An Han eagerly awaited his reply; she had waited far too long for this moment.

Should I firmly refuse, or readily agree?

For over a decade, it was simply because I couldn't bear to let go of this fruitless relationship, that I was determined to tell him, no matter what. Even if he would treat my sincere feelings like trash and throw them on the ground...

Those strong hands embraced her, gently lifting her up. Peng Fei's body heat gradually melted An Han's long-frozen heart. However, a subtle change flickered in his eyes.

An Han closed her eyes, and their lips were only a few centimeters apart. She could even feel Peng Fei's constant breathing.

Now, make a decision... Peng Fei.

The torrential rain seemed endless.

"To depict the end of dreams~"

"My trembling shoulders were soaked."

But their steps did not stop.

She didn't get to feel the warmth on her lips; his voice lingered in her ears.

"I'm sorry, Xiaohan..."

He had only said half of what he said, yet it was already enough to demonstrate his terrifying power.

"This... I might not have thought about it yet," Peng Fei said haltingly, sounding somewhat conflicted.

An Han's chest heaved, but wasn't this the result she had already expected?

As expected... I'm still not satisfied.

Tears streamed down her face like a burst dam, ruining her makeup. She clung tightly to his back, her heart filled with resentment and heartache.

But time will eventually tell. After sobbing alone for a while, An Han smiled with relief.

Even if you are covered in wounds.

Even when faced with an unbearable fate.

"This soul will still radiate a bright light."

"Farewell, my weak traitor."

"Let's move towards that place."

"Please become an eternal existence..."

……

"Thank you, Peng Fei."

"Thank you for being like a ray of light, illuminating my dark past."

This love will always belong to you alone.