I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 551: Zhao’er in the Boys’ Dormitory_1

Chapter 551: Chapter 551: Zhao’er in the Boys’ Dormitory_1

Sealing the Zero Boundary Entrance took a huge toll on your body, and it was Zong Wangyue who drove the car back to the school’s dormitory for you. A group of people got out of the car and walked towards your dormitory together.

Yang Kai was leading the way, he opened the dormitory door, and went in first, but no more than two seconds after entering, he retreated back out.

"What’s the matter?" Wei Shuxian asked.

Yang Kai didn’t speak but stood by the door frame, pointed his hand into the dormitory.

"Putting on airs, let me see what’s inside!" said Wei Shuxian as he strode in. However, just two steps in, he too retreated, mimicking Yang Kai’s mouth movements and facial expression. Both leaned against the wall beside the door frame, arms crossed, wearing odd expressions as they looked at you.

"Why are you looking at me?"

You looked at the two of them, somewhat baffled.

"I’ll take a look."

Liao Yong released your arm and walked briskly towards the dormitory. As he turned to enter, his raised foot drew a half-parabola in the air, paused mid-flight, then drew back, and after that, he turned around to stand beside Wei Shuxian, with crossed arms, turning his head to look at you with a meaningful gaze, just like Yang Kai and Wei Shuxian.

"Come on, the three of you really deserve a smack!"

You were about to step forward when Zong Wangyue came over, all smiles, "Boss, don’t get worked up just yet, I’ll take a quick look."

As he spoke, Zong Wangyue tiptoed over like a thief, crept up to the door, and sneakily glanced inside the dorm. His whole body shuddered, he quickly retracted his neck, turned around to stand next to Liao Yong, slightly tilting his head with an annoyingly smug smile on his face, looking at you.

"Gan!"

Your face had regained its rosy color, but your steps were still somewhat slow. You walked to the dormitory door, glanced inside, and were stunned by just that one look.

Only one of the dormitory’s fluorescent lights was on, and underneath its pale glow stood a slender figure wearing a light purple floor-length dress, her long hair reaching her waist.

The dormitory window was half-open. The cool evening breeze gently stirred the curtain by the bed, slowly caressing her black, shiny hair and the fluttering hem of her dress, as well as your scattered thoughts.

"President, what’s the matter?"

Lei Jianhua, seeing you also standing motionless at the dorm door, came over. He was just about to peek inside the dorm when he was suddenly yanked back by four outstretched hands!

"Mm-mm!" Zong Wangyue even went so far as to cover Lei Jianhua’s mouth.

"You know, when we got out of the car just now, my wife said she had something to tell me, so I’ll be leaving first."

"I’m going to find Jingjing, and I won’t be coming back tonight either."

Liao Yong and Yang Kai took Lei Jianhua by his arms and walked him towards the stairs, one on either side.

Wei Shuxian pushed his glasses up his nose and said with a smile, "I’ve got some stuff to handle too, probably won’t be back tonight."

You blinked, rubbed your face with your hand, not sure if you should laugh, or laugh, or laugh.

"Boss, I’m heading home," Zong Wangyue said with a cheeky grin, turning to leave. The rascal had only taken a few steps when he suddenly turned around, a mischievous smile on his face as he handed the mentholated balm from his pocket to you, "Boss, let me tell you another use for mentholated balm."

As he spoke, Zong Wangyue twitched his bushy brows, the expression on his face outrageously lewd: "Just drop a bit of this stuff on your ’little brother,’ hehehe, and I guarantee you won’t go soft all night long."

With a hand on your forehead, you replied with a half-smile, "Zongzi, have you tried it yourself?"

"Hehe, I usually use ’Godly Oil.’ Haven’t had the chance to try this yet."

"Is that so?"

Suddenly, you turned to look at Zong Wangyue, then snapped your fingers at him, while the Sen Luo Curse Mark in your eyes flickered quickly.

"Zongzi, after you go back, pour a whole bottle of mentholated balm on your Little Jiji."

"Oh, Boss."

"Let’s go."

"Oh, Boss."

Zong Wangyue turned around, moving naturally towards Yang Kai and the others, while the latter’s faces were adorned with a gleeful expression for someone else’s misfortune.

"Muhahaha, Zongzi is done for. After this bottle of mentholated balm, it’s not just about one night—I’m afraid it won’t go soft for a week."

Liao Yong scratched his head and asked a shockingly blunt question, "Could it break off?"

Wei Shuxian pushed up his glasses, smiling as he said, "No worries, even if it does, Old Shu has ways to piece it back together."

"Oh, then that’s reassuring."

With that, the group of five left, laughing and joking all the way.

Afterward, in the quiet corridor, came Lei Jianhua’s question, "Glasses, who’s really in the dorm?"

"Goddess."

"Heavenly Immortal."

"Dream lover."

After this bunch of fools had left, you slowly entered the dorm, closing the door behind you with your back hand. You smiled faintly at the beauty inside, who always sparked endless thoughts within you, and called her name softly, "Zhao’er."

"Yun, you look a bit frail."

Zhao’er approached, bringing with her a mesmerizing scent, and for the first time, she took you into her arms.

Truth be told, from childhood to this day, aside from your mother, this was the first time a girl had held you like this. The feeling was really soft—no, really nice.

People are like this, at home, there are plenty of chances and time to be alone with Zhao’er, and although it feels just as wonderful and fleeting, having Zhao’er stay in the dorm with four people somehow brought out a very strange idea in your heart.

Merely looking at Zhao’er, you felt like something was gently scratching inside your heart, ticklish, tender, and slightly uncomfortable, yet also very soothing.

You had Zhao’er sit on your chair and moved Wei Shuxian’s chair over to sit down. You looked steadily at Zhao’er and asked, "When did you come to the dorm, why didn’t you say hello to me?"

"Er Ya asked me to come..." Zhao’er suddenly covered her sexy mouth, "I’ve slipped up; she said not to tell you."

You rubbed your head, feeling a bit perplexed, "What on earth is that girl thinking."

Then Zhao’er suddenly turned slightly, extending her long, jade-like fingers, gently twirling her waterfall-like black hair, and glanced at you from her profile.

In that moment, you couldn’t help but be entranced.

Moonlight sifted through the leaves outside, just right to penetrate the windowpane, casting Zhao’er in a crystalline glow.

"Do I look good?" Zhao’er’s voice remained calm, devoid of any particular tone, but even so, her action and words involuntarily brought tears to your eyes.

The tears had just welled up when a crystal droplet slid down your cheek.

Zhao’er extended a finger, gently tracing your cheek, wiping away the tears of that moment.

"Yun, you’re crying."

"No, I’m not crying, I’m happy. I’m so happy to see Zhao’er."

You covered your face with your hands, vigorously wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes, beaming at Zhao’er with a happiness that overflowed.

And at that moment, Zhao’er suddenly proposed, "Yun, let’s make love."