64: Hormones like those in a gas chamber, a battleground on the bed

Wang Fugui looked at Lin Xiaocao's small face, which was filled with resentment and anger, and her resolute warning to "uphold male virtue," and could only nod blankly.

Three meters?

He smiled bitterly in his heart; this crappy dormitory wasn't even three meters wide or long. Was he supposed to walk pressed against the wall from now on?

"Bang!"

Lin Xiaocao slammed the door shut, cutting off Wang Fugui's last path of retreat.

Night had completely fallen.

The doors and windows of Dorm 301 were tightly shut—to keep out mosquitoes and to block out the faint gossip from outside. But this tiny space had now turned into a terrifying purgatory.

Wang Fugui lay on the floor mat; he was the core heat source of this purgatory, the poisonous pot constantly emitting lethal steam.

He couldn't smell it himself, but he could clearly feel the change in the air. The air was no longer just air; it had become thick, scalding, and possessed an all-pervading aggression that weighed heavily on everyone's skin.

He was a "humanoid hormone emitter." In this enclosed space, the intense masculine aura emanating from him had become so thick it almost felt physical, quickly filling every corner and every crack of the room.

Rustling movements came from the bed.

Wang Fugui didn't need to look to know that the two women were "dividing territory."

Lin Xiaocao slept on the outermost edge of the bed, her back stiff and straight. She wished she could sleep suspended in mid-air just to show her determination to draw a clear line between herself and the "fox spirit."

Chen Yun lay on the innermost side, also with her back to the middle, remaining silent but guarding her own half of the territory.

On a single bed less than 1.5 meters wide, they had managed to create an invisible "Chu-Han Boundary," with clear barriers that neither was willing to cross.

However, the scent in the air completely ignored this boundary.

Lin Xiaocao's breathing gradually became heavy.

Chen Yun's breathing also began to become somewhat rapid.

Wang Fugui tossed and turned on his floor mat like a pancake on a griddle; he felt like he was about to be cooked through.

The aftereffects of the medicinal wine he had drunk earlier hadn't fully faded. The wicked fire in his body had only been forcibly suppressed, not extinguished. Now, stimulated by this unique environment, those sparks were threatening to turn into a prairie fire.

He could clearly hear the increasingly unsteady breathing of the two women on the bed. Every breath, every sound, pounded against his heart, tightening the strings in his brain even further.

Drowsiness was clearly heavy, yet his body's reactions were becoming more intense.

This won't do! If this continues, something will happen!

Wang Fugui snapped his eyes shut and began to use the only method he could think of to cool down.

"Chapter One, General Provisions. Article One: To standardize factory labor discipline and ensure the smooth progress of production, this manual is hereby formulated..."

He began to silently recite that thick "Employee Labor Manual" over and over in his mind.

"Article Two: All employees must love the factory, be loyal to their duties, and obey management..."

The dry, rigid clauses were his only life-saving straw at this moment.

Time passed minute by minute.

The electric fan on the wall turned feebly, its creaking mixed with the increasingly clear sound of fabric rubbing on the bed.

At two in the morning, the deepest part of the night, the temperature in the room seemed to rise instead of fall.

Chen Yun, sleeping on the inner side of the bed, finally couldn't take it anymore.

In her sleep, she irritably kicked away the thin quilt. A long, well-proportioned leg lifted defenselessly and then fell heavily, landing squarely right on the other heat source—Lin Xiaocao.

The moment their skin touched, Lin Xiaocao shuddered and instantly woke up halfway from her muddled slumber.

Push her away!

That was the only thought in her mind.

But just as her hand lifted, an even denser aura of Fugui that made her whole body go soft wafted over her. That scent, mixed with the warmth coming from the body beside her, gave her a lethal hallucination.

In her daze, she seemed to have returned to those past nights where she would also secretly snuggle up to Wang Fugui's side, soaking in the warmth that made her feel safe.

It's... Brother Fugui's scent.

It's Brother Fugui's body temperature.

Once this thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed.

Her will to resist collapsed in an instant, replaced by bodily instinct.

Lin Xiaocao's hand, which was originally prepared to push, paused in mid-air and then fell as if possessed. Instead of pushing her away, she gently rested it on Chen Yun's waist.

Like a cat looking for a comfortable corner, she instinctively followed the heat source and leaned in, her nose pressing against the silky, slightly cool fabric, subconsciously nuzzling it.

In her half-asleep state, Chen Yun only felt a soft living thing burrow into her arms.

Her long-standing anxiety and sense of deprivation made her subconsciously crave this sudden fulfillment. She tightened her arms almost instinctively, clutching the "large pillow" in her arms tightly, like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood.

An incoherent murmur escaped softly from between her lips, carrying the laziness of a dream.

"Creak—"

The overburdened bed slats let out a tooth-aching sound as the two of them turned and squeezed together in the narrow space.

The night was too quiet; the noise was infinitely magnified, like a drumbeat carrying some kind of suggestion, pounding clearly against Wang Fugui's eardrums.

The "Labor Manual" that Wang Fugui had been reciting in his head up to Chapter Three instantly jammed.

He lay there stiffly, his senses passively becoming acute in the darkness.

He heard the rhythm of the bed shaking, the faint sound of fabric grinding against fabric, and those two breaths that gradually intertwined and became heavy and warm.

What... what are these two doing?

Fighting?

Doesn't seem like it. Who fights without making a sound, just panting?

An absurd yet erotic image uncontrollably took shape in his mind.

Boom!

Wang Fugui felt a surge of dry heat rush straight to the top of his head, and even his throat was so dry it felt like it was smoking. He jerked his head back and pinched the bridge of his nose hard.

Good Lord! This is enough to drive a man crazy!

He painfully grabbed his pillow and smothered his head with it, trying to block out those suggestive noises.

But the sounds seemed to have grown legs, crawling into his ears through the gaps in the pillow.

The "territory dispute" on the bed was still continuing.

Lin Xiaocao seemed to find it a bit hot; her arm waved unconsciously in her sleep, seeking a cool spot, and finally landed haphazardly on Chen Yun's waist. Her fingertips gripped the undulating silhouette through the clothing.

"Mnh..."

Disturbed, Chen Yun's body trembled slightly, and she let out a muffled groan.

The sound wasn't loud, but it made the ambiguous molecules in the air instantly thicken. Her whole body was like a touched vine, instinctively adjusting her posture, her legs subconsciously curling up to entwine even tighter with the person beside her.

At that moment, in Room 302, just one wall away.

After Zhang Qiang was taken away by the police, it had become an empty room.

The moonlight shone in, revealing only overturned chairs and a floor full of mess. A large rat scurried from under the bed, making a "squeak" that emphasized the room's emptiness and deathly silence.

On one side was a cold hell; on the other, a feverish mortal world.

Utterly ironic... Finally, dawn broke.

When the first ray of morning light passed through the iron bars and shone precisely on Wang Fugui's face, the biological clock engraved in his body made him open his eyes on time.

He had two huge dark circles under his eyes and felt as if he had been repeatedly run over by a dozen large trucks; fatigue seeped from the very cracks in his bones.

He had hardly slept all night.

He sat up mechanically, rubbed his sore eyes, and habitually looked up at the bed.

Then, his entire being froze.

He saw it.

He saw an incredibly erotic and incredibly chaotic scene on the bed that would make any normal man's blood spray.

Lin Xiaocao and Chen Yun, the two women who had wanted to kill each other last night, were now sleeping soundly, locked in an extremely intimate embrace.

Chen Yun was lying on her side, one arm dominantly wrapped around Lin Xiaocao's slender waist, and her other hand was even buried in Lin Xiaocao's jet-black hair. Her cheek was pressed against the top of Lin Xiaocao's head, and she slept with a peaceful expression.

As for Lin Xiaocao, her whole body was curled up in Chen Yun's arms, her small face buried in the other's full chest. One hand was resting quite naughtily on Chen Yun's thigh, and her two fair legs were entwined with Chen Yun's, making it hard to tell them apart.

The sunlight spilled over them, outlining two shapely and graceful silhouettes.

Wang Fugui's mouth hung open, his mind a complete blank. Those fragmented sounds that had tortured him all night finally pieced together at this moment into a complete, vivid... picture of two women embracing.