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The Right Way to Approach the Goddess Chapter 8 - Dream

 

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Chapter 8 – Dream


In this case, it's normal to care.


 


But, to what extent should someone care?


 


How could she measure and where should she place her unspoken concerns and this undefinable mood?


 


Chen Hang was always polite and gentle to her and would occasionally make harmless jokes. But Chen Hang seemed to have the same attitude towards all his classmates, both boys and girls.


 


It was always at such moments that she could easily tell the difference between him and others: he was gentle and polite to her because of his upbringing, because of his own integrity and kindness, and not because he had any other thoughts about her.


 


But obviously, he is special to her.


 


How special is it?


 


It was so special that if it was him, Luo Zhuowei would not feel disgusted or repulsed.


 


If it was that pair of beautiful, slender hands...whether it was holding her firmly, or touching her face, or touching her lips, or exploring some special places… She wouldn’t mind.


 


At the same time, she wanted to touch him.


 


Every time Chen Hang sleepily scratched his soft and fluffy hair, Luo Zhuowei, who was sitting in the back seat, would want to reach out and stroke his hair, which was as soft as the fur of a small animal.


 


And the day before yesterday, Chen Hang tucked his slightly long hair behind his ear and put his earrings back on with his eyes downcast. This made her inexplicably have a strange idea: she wanted to help him put them on.


 


Instead of just smiling and helping him to carefully keep those earrings that looked very expensive.


 


What if it was Chen Hang? What if he was like those other boys who approached her and domineeringly said that he liked her?


 


Luo Zhuowei found out that she might not be able to say no.


 


“How can this be…”


 


Shocked by her own thoughts, Luo Zhuowei sat up in a panic, covering her face with the hand that was not holding the pen. The hot temperature on her cheek was transmitted from her fingers to her senses.


 


Her originally dizzy vision finally focused on the notebook that was spread out on the table.


 


The dense handwriting on it brought her back to her senses.


 


Did she just fall asleep?


 


Then Luo Zhuowei felt something sliding from her shoulders down to the seat as she straightened up.


 


She turned her head, picked up the thing and held it in front of her: it was Chen Hang's coat.


 


“…………”


 


Realizing something was wrong, she raised her eyes and looked towards the front of her seat.


 


As expected, the face she saw was Chen Hang's. He sat on the chair the other way around, just like the way he usually did when he talked to her, with his arms lazily resting on the back of the chair, and smiled at her: "Are you awake?"


 


She and Chen Hang were the only ones left in the classroom.


 


The other students seemed to have disappeared.


 


Luo Zhuowei, who had realized something was wrong, gently turned her gaze away from Chen Hang, staring nervously at the handwriting on her notebook, her hands on her thighs unconsciously twisting Chen Hang's coat.


 


Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Chen Hang sitting in the seat next to her.


 


Then her face was held up by a pair of slender hands.


 


A kiss.


 


But it wasn't a kiss that was as light as a dragonfly touching the water and then flying away.


 


Luo Zhuowei closed her eyes and was forced to open her mouth to accept the boy's unexpectedly overly passionate kiss. The way Chen Hang's wet tongue stirred in her mouth was completely different from the impression he usually gave people. Usually, he was gentle and cautious, but this kiss was tough and determined.


 


But his small gesture was very considerate. Luo Zhuowei felt that it was Chen Hang's right hand that was supporting her behind her head to prevent her from banging her head against the wall because of her shaking body. His left hand was used to lift her up, and the strength of the fingers that rested on her chin was very restrained, with a bit of forbearance that would not accept being rejected.


 


Luo Zhuowei felt physiological tears oozing out of the corners of her eyes.


 


Sure enough, it was just a dream.


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