Guide Her to Nowhere (NPH) - Chapter 58: Damn Sober
Chapter 58: Damn Sober
Qu Tang woke up as sunlight streamed through the window.
She rubbed her slightly throbbing temples and slowly opened her eyes. She faced a broad, muscular chest—so close she could smell the sharp, invasive scent unique to Sentinels.
Qu Tang froze. Her gaze shifted upward and landed on Yi Jin’s sleeping face.
Qu Tang: “?”
After a brief moment of confusion, she realized she was resting on Yi Jin’s arm. No wonder her neck ached.
Qu Tang held her breath and carefully lifted her head to pull back. She barely moved half a body’s width when her back met something warm.
She turned her head and saw Shen Qi’s sleeping face.
Qu Tang sucked in a sharp, cold breath. Fragmented yet overwhelming images crashed into her mind, buzzing loudly. It took her a while to recover.
It was too wild. And she had been pretty主动.
Ah, help!
Qu Tang grabbed the blanket covering all three of them, pulled it over her head, and lay still with her eyes closed, peacefully “departing” this world.
A low chuckle came from above. Yi Jin pulled the blanket off, tightened his arm around her, and gave her a deep morning kiss.
“Morning.”
Qu Tang couldn’t muster the energy to return his greeting.
An arm wrapped around her waist. Before she could react, her lower body was pulled over. Her bare butt pressed against scorching skin, and something hard and hot wedged between her legs—Shen Qi’s morning erection.
A soft touch brushed her back, followed by a lazy, muffled “Morning.”
Under the dual influence of alcohol and the imprint, she might have liked it, maybe even wanted more. But now, she was very sober.
Damn sobriety.
Who could tell her how to face these two now? And Le Zhi and Le Li—last night was so intense, did they know?
They knew.
Though they slept deeply last night and Yi Jin’s spiritual power blocked the noise, they woke up the next morning to a messy living room and a strange smell. The living room and another room were empty. What wasn’t clear?
The brothers stood dumbfounded at their doorway for a long time, their minds a jumbled mess.
Who am I? Where am I? Where should I be?
Then, turning into “cooked crabs,” they dashed across the living room and slipped out the door.
By noon, the brothers returned with two bags. In the now-tidied living room, they met another “cooked crab”—Qu Tang.
Three people—two standing, one sitting—stayed still and silent for a long while, as if competing wordlessly over whose face could turn redder.
Ah, help, so awkward.
Qu Tang couldn’t pretend nothing happened like before. She lost first, grabbed a sofa pillow, and buried her face in it.
After about one or two minutes, she heard approaching footsteps and the rustle of plastic wrappers.
“Little sister.”
Qu “Ostrich” Tang lifted her head and saw Le Li holding a bag of candy.
Le Li looked away. “The mint candy you wanted.”
Mint candy? Qu Tang remembered and quickly took it. “Thank you, Le Li.”
“Yeah,” Le Li replied. He and Le Zhi hurriedly retreated to their room.
Qu Tang: “…”
Why did they seem shyer than her?
A week later, Qu Tang got her new pass. She traveled with Yi Jin’s team through District Seven to District Eight, where they settled.
A month later, Qu Tang’s spiritual power successfully rose from D to C. She went from being helpless against the spiritual imprint to suppressing it for twelve hours. Sadly, she still couldn’t manifest her spiritual body, though she dreamed of it again.
In the dream, she floated in water. Her spiritual body lay curled up below, lifeless.
She kept sinking, kept sinking, but when dawn broke and she woke, she hadn’t reached it.
Because of this, Qu Tang had to prepare for the worst—if she could never manifest her spiritual body, she’d focus on upgrading her spiritual power. At S-rank, she could remove the imprint.
Another half-month passed, reaching late September. Their peaceful life was disrupted by an unexpected visitor.
That person was Shi Xi.