Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

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Ge Xiu woke up in bed.

    Above his head was a thick curtain. Although the light was dim, he could still clearly recognize that this was not his temporary residence.

    He pressed his own aching forehead, and let out a low painful  moan—the after-effects of a hangover began to slowly appear, his limbs seemed stiff and heavy as if they had rusted, and his ears were full of chaotic buzzing.

    The sunlight from outside the window spilled through the heavy curtains, imprinting a brilliant golden strip on the carpet and the foot of the bed, tiny dust specks floated in the air.

    Ge Xiu slowly got up from the bed, lifted the quilt and glanced at himself, his head hurt again.

    Very well. Naked again.

    He really shouldn’t be switching between merman and human form too often—this feeling of being naked was really uncomfortable.

    Ge Xiu covered himself with the quilt and he fell back on the bed once again, bouncing off the thick mattress. The soft quilt and mattress tightly wrapped around him. The memory of last night seemed to be recovering, like water trickling out of a leaking faucet..

    Some parts he really couldn’t remember.

    How he separated from Christine, and how he came to this room, this memory seems to be broken, and he couldn’t remember a slightest picture from it at all.

    As for what happened after that…

    As he pondered, intermittent fragments flooded his mind.

    Gorgeous and dream-like light and shadows, the bitter aroma of citrus permeating the cold pool water, the chaotic snow-white foam—

    and…

    Ge Xiu’s eyes widened—no way?

    He raised his hand and touched his lips.

    Soft and cold.

    However, the scorching hot feeling from before seemed remain on it. Once again, as the memory became faintly hot, the temperature spread rapidly, extending from the lips to the cheeks.

    Ge Xiu closed his eyes sharply.

    He buried his head in the soft pillow, and then yanked the quilt on him over his head, as if he could drive the other things that happened yesterday out of his mind.

    fuck…were they really…

    kissing?

    Ge Xiu habitually curled up under the quilt, frowned, and stared intently at the dark and narrow space in front of him, as if he was pondering about some important matters of life and death.

    Mostly… how was this possible?

    At this time, what he said when he was chatting with Christine before flashed in his mind—”fascinated”?

    Rowett… was infatuated with him?

    impossible.

    This was a virtual world, which was specially created to make him suffer and eliminate evil value. Why would a virtual character have feelings for him? Especially feelings other than malice?

    Moreover, every world seems to have such a figure.

    He remembered Lulai’s hug.

    The kiss Elinor branded on his hand.

    And this time…

    Ge Xiu raised his hand and touched his lips again, this time he quickly retracted his hand as if he had been scalded.