As usual, the morning sun shone through the gauze curtains and onto my face, gently waking me up …
Pfft ← the sound of a heavy object hitting the stomach.
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
Well, it seems this method of waking me up isn't that gentle.
My sleepiness was blown away by the heavy blow that almost dislocated my organs. I opened my eyes and found a girl wearing a light white gauze dress sitting on my lower abdomen.
She had long, pearl-colored hair that draped over the bed like a wedding veil. Under the soft light of the morning sun, her long, pale golden eyelashes appeared. Her snow-white skin was delicate and lustrous, even giving me the illusion that she was glowing. The white spaghetti strap dress exposed her white, perfectly round shoulders. The right spaghetti strap slipped to the side, making the dress feel like it was going to fall off.
It was clearly a somewhat romantic scene, but because of the girl's clear and deep eyes and her almost perfect face, it didn't have any sense of eroticism. Instead, it was like a flawless work of art, making people involuntarily intoxicated.
She quietly watched me, and because I was attracted by her beautiful eyes, I forgot the pain in my abdomen and just stared at her.
I don't know how much time had passed, but I suddenly came back to my senses. I scurried out of the blanket and quickly retreated to the corner, vigilantly watching the other party.
"Who are you? How did you get in! "
My first thought was yesterday's incident.
But after thinking about it, other than picking up a metal ball, I didn't seem to have done anything. The meteorite falling from the sky had nothing to do with me, the meteorite explosion wasn't my doing, and even the forest fire was just a simple victim.
So there was no reason for me to be afraid.
"I … am …"
The girl spoke in a clear and melodious voice, but her words sounded very dry, as if she hadn't spoken for many years, or she knew how to speak, but it was the first time she spoke, pausing between each word.
Just as she said two words, her little face revealed a confused expression, as if she didn't know how to describe it and tilted her little head.
Her adorable appearance even made me want to gently reassure her that there was no need to rush, that she could speak slowly, or that it was fine even if she didn't explain at all.
However, my rationality stopped me from doing such an unwise thing. While observing the surroundings to see if there was anything out of the ordinary, I quietly waited for the girl's explanation.
After waiting for a while, the young girl who still couldn't figure out how to explain herself suddenly seemed to have a flash of inspiration. Her face, which had a very slight change in expression, showed an expression of 'sudden realization'. She hammered her palms and pounced towards me.
Shocked, I subconsciously raised my hand to block, but she didn't pounce on me. Instead, she grabbed my hand and licked my palm with her pink tongue.
A warm, moist, and slightly itchy feeling came from my palm, causing me, who was stunned by her unexpected actions, to snap out of my daze. I wanted to push her away, but for some reason, when I saw her puppy-dog eyes, the strength in my hands weakened.
Not good, what's the situation now?
He had just woken up in the morning, and his mind, which was not very clear to begin with, had completely shut down after encountering so many strange things. He did not know what kind of attitude and method he should use to resolve the current situation.
"I don't understand anymore!"
My mind was in a mess as I yelled in despair.
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Before the other party's pink tongue could extend from my palm to my face, I used a karate chop to stop the situation from spiraling out of control.
To be honest, at that time, if the police broke in and saw me and the mysterious girl with messy clothes, then I might have faced the death penalty of at least three years.
At this moment, I was incomparably glad that I was still a minor, and I have the highest respect for the protection of minors. I'm sorry for scolding you for being a minor in the past.
Although I said that, in the end, I still couldn't figure out what was going on with the little girl.
Right now, she was obediently sitting at the dining table motionlessly — — there wasn't even the rise and fall of her chest. Her appearance would make people who didn't know the truth think that she was a very realistic statue.
If it wasn't for the fact that she would cleverly look at me every time I looked over, even I would think that she was a statue.
But to be honest, when I looked at her motionless, I had a strange feeling of looking at a wax figure …
It's not that I'm a coward, but this feeling is really scary.
Although I couldn't be sure, I thought of another possibility — — the girl might have been transformed from the metal ball yesterday.
After all, the metal ball also displayed the ability to transform yesterday, and I couldn't find it even after searching my room today. Although it was a bit inconceivable, I could only think of it that way for now.
"Can I have porridge for breakfast?" I leaned out of the kitchen and waved the spoon in my hand at the girl: "Even if you say no, there's nothing else in my house to eat other than preserved eggs and fermented bean curd."
The girl didn't seem to understand my joke. No, it should be said that she didn't even seem to understand the meaning of my previous question. She only blinked her large eyes and curiously stared at me.
Tsk, although this made her seem a bit more lively and she didn't feel like a wax figure like before, I still felt that the way she looked at me was like a child looking at a monkey in the zoo. It was weird.
Anyway, I still scooped a bowl of porridge for her and placed the side dishes in front of her. I also pulled out a chair and sat across from her.
Unfortunately, the porridge wasn't pork chop rice and there was no table lamp on the table. Otherwise, it would really have the atmosphere of a criminal drama.
After watching me eat a few mouthfuls of porridge, the girl curiously approached the bowl in front of her and sniffed it with her small nose. Then she dipped her finger into the porridge, but it was still scalding hot. She retracted her hand and looked at me with a gaze of admiration as I drank the porridge as if nothing had happened.
Did this guy think that the porridge was some kind of dangerous item?
In helplessness, I could only give up my habit of drinking porridge from the bowl. Every time I scooped up a spoonful, I would first blow on it to let it cool down before putting it into my mouth.
After repeating this a few times in slow motion, the girl began to imitate my actions and drank the porridge.
How should I put it … Although I know it's not a good analogy, I felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment from teaching a dog …
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