NOVPUBChapter 304: 304, Phone, Reject
Chapter 304: 304, Phone, Reject
Shi Yuhuan’s message was just one word: “Oh!”
Pff! Song Qinghuan’s red face flushed even more at the unexpected answer, “Oh? What does this mean?”
What kind of crappy response is that!
With a “snap,” Song Qinghuan flipped her phone over onto her lap with the intention of ignoring it.
But then her phone “dinged,” suddenly lighting up again.
She told herself to ignore it, but she couldn’t help herself. Her delicate, slender fingers flipped the phone back over and unlocked it.
“Oh!” The message was exactly the same as the previous one. The same single-word response, with no changes whatsoever.
Song Qinghuan could almost imagine if he said this aloud, the tone would be exactly the same.
Song Qinghuan gave a “humph” and, somewhat angrily and annoyed, ran her hands through her hair and gave her phone an impatient glare.
She locked her phone and put it directly into her bag.
At first, she wondered whether she should take out her phone again and ask him what that “Oh” meant.
What was this indecisive word trying to express at the moment?
But in the end, she got distracted by other things. 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
The bus kept moving forward, passing a twisty mountainous road. And the bumpy ride made Song Qinghuan, who was already feeling a bit carsick, even more disoriented, and her face turned white. Apart from discomfort, she felt nothing else.
Li Wei, however, was completely fine. He patted her back: “Qinghuan, you okay?”
Song Qinghuan shook her head to indicate she was fine. But after enduring it for another ten minutes, she couldn’t take it anymore. After a harsh bump, she quickly grabbed a bag and began to throw up.
She hadn’t eaten anything in the morning, so she couldn’t really throw up anything but gastric acid.
After a while, probably because she was too exhausted, Song Qinghuan leaned on Li Wei’s shoulder and dozed off for a bit.
When they got off the bus, Song Qinghuan looked visibly worn out, her steps unsteady.
Li Wei stretched out his arm to support her: “How do you feel? Any better?”
“Much better. That bus ride was terrible, it was like torture.” As Song Qinghuan said this, she looked around.
This small county seems quite prosperous, not much different from a city. The houses looked very new, and there were shops, hotels, and malls. The living conditions seemed to be on par with those in a big city.
The two of them took a taxi to their reserved hotel. As soon as they arrived, Song Qinghuan collapsed onto the bed. Her phone in her bag buzzed, the call display read “Emperor”.
Remembering Shi Yuhuan’s incomprehensible “Oh,” Song Qinghuan, somewhat angrily, swiped across the screen to reject the call.
Another call came, but Song Qinghuan, still slightly fearful of Shi Yuhuan’s authority, didn’t dare to reject it again. Instead, she turned her phone to silent, put it next to the bed, and instantly fell asleep.
She slept all afternoon. When she woke up in the evening to eat, there were more than ten missed calls from Shi Yuhuan.
Song Qinghuan suddenly laughed. With a prankish mind, she flopped back onto the bed and fell asleep again. Shi Yuhuan didn’t call again.
On one hand, she didn’t pick up when he called. On the other hand, when he didn’t call, she felt discomfort thinking about why he didn’t call again. As expected, men really are impatient creatures!
