Chapter 2 – Used and Dumped (2)

Wait a minute. There was no grand, full-length glass sliding door in either her bedroom or living room!! Finally, noticing that something was off, Yan Shuyu turned and saw a man’s face that she didn’t recognize lying next to her. She was so startled that she nearly fell off the bed.

To be fair, this man who was sharing a bed with her right now was a truly handsome man. He looked like Pan Yan, his brows and eyes looked as though they were drawn. If her ex-boyfriend Song Minghao was the most handsome man she had ever seen, then this man would be a grade A male god that was completely out of her reach. She should feel honored to have bedded such a handsome man. But this “luck” came more like a hurricane. As lucky as she was, she still must wonder about the question at hand. She went to bed last night on her own bed, and her parents were home, so how did she ended up in a strange place and have intimacy with such a handsome man?

(T/N: Pan Yan was a poet well known for his good looks.)

Most people would have started coming up with all sorts of metaphysical theories right about now, but Yan Shuyu had been studying science for the greater of 20 years. She didn’t have imaginations like that. She did, however, like to read a lot of novels, especially the cliché ones. Suddenly, an idea occurred to her – could she have transmigrated?

Having thought of that, Yan Shuyu gently climb out of bed and ran toward the bathroom to look for a mirror.

After all, she had read enough novels to know that transmigration was even more amazing than plastic surgery. Most of the times, the main characters would turn into beautiful woman or handsome man. Her original self was not bad looking. She had, after all, been qualified to compete in her division’s beauty pageant. But, who’d complain they were too pretty? So, right now, the most important thing on her mind was to see what she looked like.

And reality did not disappoint Yan Shuyu. Standing in front of the mirror, she saw a face that was pretty beyond words.

Even when she had just crawled out of bed and with no makeup on, there was still a perfectly pretty face: a hint of flirtatiousness out of the corner of her eyes, and the soft lips were the color of a bright peony. She could find a hint of her old self in the mirror, but a few levels higher. She went instantly from “pleasing to the look” to a stunning beauty. Yan Shuyu couldn’t help but opened up her bathrobe. WOW, never mind a man, it was making her excited.

Quickly, Yan Shuyu pulled her bathrobe closed again.

Both the transmigration and the blessing came so suddenly that it did not feel real at all. Even after she had finished admiring this beautiful body, Yan Shuyu still didn’t feel a thing. Suddenly, she turned her attention back to the man who had intimacy with either the original owner or herself the night before.

The dream last night was so real that it was as though she could still feel it. Yan Shuyu wanted to shamelessly believe that her experience last night was real. She had even come up with an explanation for the transmigration – at the very last moment of intimacy, the original owner couldn’t handle the excitement with the male god and she croaked, then she took over.

Such a flirtatious looking woman and yet innocent like a little, white flower. She even missed such a male god when she was already in bed with him. For a while there, Yan Shuyu wasn’t sure if she should mourn for herself first or the original owner first.

That being said, the most important thing right now was to figure out who she was and who was sleeping pretty boy in bed.

The reasonable next step was obvious, but Yan Shuyu’s brain was all tangled up. She thought about all sorts of things as she was leaning against the bathroom door but just failed to grasp anything important. Finally, she was distracted by the handsome boy in the bed, and all her attention was drawn to the sleepy pretty bed who was still in bed.

The longer Yan Shuyu ogled the male god like a pervert, the more she was drawn by his beauty. She almost wanted to write an 800-word article to talk about how pretty he was. It was very unfortunate that she was sucked dry by all the examinations recently, and no longer had that talent anymore. Thousands and tens of thousands of words could be boiled down to one sentence – this man was so pretty that one couldn’t even keep her legs together. Zhou Qinhe certainly lived up to his reputation.

Eh? Zhou Qinhe? That must be the name of the man. The name sounded so cultured, and a bit familiar…