Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

"Clatter, crash, crash -"

The sound of running water from the bathroom broke the tranquility of the room. The sound gradually faded and finally stopped.

The bathtub was completely filled with water.

Sharp's eyes were slightly closed, and a tired expression appeared on his face. His whole body was immersed in hot water, with only his head showing.

The air was filled with steaming water vapor, and in such a comfortable environment, Sharp couldn't help but feel drowsy, his consciousness gradually fading.

Since I came into this world, I have been constantly being pushed around by others.

Whether facing unknown threats or solving various problems, he didn't have much time to stop and think. Many times, he wanted to give up and stop participating in these complex events. But there was always an invisible force pushing him forward, making it impossible for him to easily extricate himself.

But thinking about it carefully, is everything here really related to me?

He was merely a time traveler, with little connection to this world. If it weren't for that "accident," he might never have come here at all…

So annoying—

Sharp took a deep breath and submerged his head in the water.

A moment later, he suddenly raised his head, splashing water droplets everywhere.

The blurry vision became clear again.

"Hello, this is Zhao Lin, please speak."

Just then, a pleasant sound came from outside the door, interrupting his thoughts.

Is it Zhao Lin?

The next second, to Sharp's surprise, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Zhao Lin was on the phone and didn't notice Sharp in the bathroom at all.

She had long, black hair that was loose and dripping wet. Her long legs were slightly bent, and her bathrobe was tightly wrapped around her waist, trailing down to the ground.

"Whoa!" Sharp was stunned and cried out in disbelief.

"Huh... Sharp... Sharp?" Zhao Lin, realizing she had messed up, was also stunned by the scene before her and froze on the spot.

The bathroom was filled with thick steam, making it impossible for either of them to see each other's expressions.

But Sharp could imagine that Zhao Lin's face must be flushed red at this moment, and she must be just as panicked as he was.

"I'm sorry!" Zhao Lin stammered, then turned and ran away quickly like a startled rabbit.

The bathroom door slammed shut with a loud bang.

Sharp sat blankly in the bathtub, staring at the closed door, a feeling of indescribable embarrassment welling up inside him.

......

"Sister Lin, are you really okay? Your voice doesn't sound right," Xiao Ke asked anxiously over the phone.

The image of Sharp lying naked in the bathtub was still vivid in her mind. Zhao Lin was wrapped tightly in a bath towel, leaning against the wall next to the bathroom.

"I'm really fine, please continue," Zhao Lin said, trying to make her voice sound normal.

"Where were we? Oh right, that client who visited today. He seemed very interested in you and even specifically asked the editor-in-chief for you!"

"Yes, really?" Zhao Lin felt a warmth in her heart, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, but it was quickly covered by doubt again. "Could you tell me specifically what type of order he has?"

"He said he had already contacted you through your email," Xiao Ke replied casually.

Suddenly, Zhao Lin took a deep breath, and the unfamiliar email that had been gathering dust in her inbox resurfaced in her mind. Strange video footage, anonymous contact… Zhao Lin had a bad feeling, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Xiao Ke, do you remember what he looked like?" she asked hurriedly, her voice trembling.

"Well, he didn't come in person; a deliveryman relayed the message—"

The clues she had finally found had gone cold again, and Zhao Lin punched the wall in frustration.

"Hmm... okay, I can meet with him and talk. We'll discuss the specific time and place when I get to Shenzhen."

Xiao Ke happily agreed: "Then hurry up, don't keep them waiting!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Lin slowly loosened her grip on the bath towel. Her body was still trembling slightly.

Email, email.

"What exactly are you trying to tell me..." she asked absentmindedly.

With a bang, the bathroom door opened. Zhao Lin instinctively turned her back, her heart suddenly racing.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Sharp said with a smile as he dried his wet hair with a towel, looking at Zhao Lin, who was curled up in a ball.

"No, it's nothing." Zhao Lin's voice trembled slightly. For some reason, she, who was usually known for her thick skin, felt so nervous and shy.

The fresh scent of Sharp's shower gel emanating from him was like an invisible hand, lingering around her nose. It seemed to possess a magical power, stirring her heartstrings and making her feel a ticklish sensation.

"Wow, it smells so good..." Zhao Lin couldn't help but secretly take a breath, wanting to keep this fragrance in her heart. This feeling was both unfamiliar and intoxicating.

No, how could I be so perverted!

By the time she came to her senses, Sharp had already put on his pajamas and was leaning against the doorway, looking at her thoughtfully.

"Could you please stop staring at me like that..." Overwhelmed with shame, she didn't have the courage to look up at him and could only slowly move towards the bathroom door.

"Zhao Lin." Sharp suppressed a laugh, deliberately lowering his voice and putting on a serious expression.

"Hmm?" At this moment, Zhao Lin was completely unaware of the seriousness of the problem. She just hummed softly, wondering why this guy had suddenly become so serious.

“You’re wearing your underwear inside out,” Sharp said, still in that very serious tone.

"Huh?!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Lin's expression changed drastically, and she looked down at her chest. Just then, the bath towel around her waist suddenly came loose, revealing her cleavage.

"Pfft—" Seeing this, Sharp couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter, then quickly hid in the room.

"You bastard, get out here!" Realizing she had been tricked, Zhao Lin's face turned bright red, both angry and ashamed.

......

Every time night falls, the sadness hidden deep in my heart begins to take over, surging up like a tide.

Sharp looked up at the starry sky outside the window. The stars twinkled in the night sky, their light so dazzling that it seemed to sting his eyes.

By the faint moonlight, he raised the conch shell in his hand and stared at it blankly.

"Uncle... why aren't you asleep yet..." Zhao Lin, lying on the top bed, turned over and mumbled sleepily.

"Aren't you the same? I told you to sleep on the sofa, but you insisted on bringing me in. Now, neither of us can sleep." Sharp lowered his voice and sighed helplessly.

"Also, what if your uncle misunderstands something?" He deftly climbed up from the lower bunk and stood in front of the full-length mirror in the room.

“He wouldn’t,” Zhao Lin replied sullenly. “He’d be overjoyed. He’s been hoping from the start that you’d be the boyfriend I brought home.” After saying that, she burrowed deeper into the blankets, leaving only her big eyes peeking out as she blinked at Sharp.

Upon hearing this, Sharp felt a strange sensation welling up inside him. He felt as if he had suddenly become someone who was expected to succeed, but at the same time, he felt somewhat lost. After all, he had never intended to develop a romantic relationship with Zhao Lin.

"You're thinking about Naya again, aren't you?" After saying that, she sat up in bed, her loose pajamas drooping down one shoulder, revealing her fair skin.

Sharp didn't speak; his gaze remained fixed on the conch shell in his hand, the only connection between him and Naya.

Zhao Lin knew that Sharp had special feelings for Naya, but she couldn't understand the depth and meaning of those feelings.

"I remember you said you wanted to ask her about her birthday and buy her a cake..." Her voice grew lower and lower, and the atmosphere in the room gradually became dull and oppressive.

"I'm sorry, I said I would ask for you, but I forgot," Zhao Lin said, blaming herself. She hoped Sharp would get better.

“No need to apologize, Zhao Lin.” Sharp shook his head gently. He squeezed the conch shell in his hand, pursed his lips, and then put the mouthpiece to his lips and slowly blew.

The melodious sound echoed through the town through the windows, then traveled through valley after valley, carrying a touch of sadness and longing.

On the night after their first meeting, Naya's face, radiant with the glow of a flower bud, was illuminated as she played her instrument earnestly, and the conch shell in her hand shone brightly in the moonlight. Sharp vividly remembered that moment, his heart surging with emotion.

Seeing his absorbed expression, Zhao Lin wisely kept quiet and leaned against the wall, listening attentively...

At the same time, this "conch signal" from the distant mountains was also accurately detected by another person.

Na Ling suddenly opened her tightly closed eyes, her pupils dilating rapidly with anger. This all-too-familiar signal almost made her lose her mind.

At this moment, high in the air, she held her breath and focused, filtering out most of the noise, making the whistling sound of the conch shell seem particularly piercing.

"This is... Naya's conch shell?" She dared not think too much about it. Naya had already met with misfortune, and blowing her conch shell at this time would undoubtedly be a provocation to Naling and an insult to Naya.

"You'd better run fast before I find you—"

With that, Na Ling suddenly pierced through the clouds and sped toward the source of the sound.