Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 275 - 135: Self-Inflicted Trouble_1

Chapter 275: Chapter 135: Self-Inflicted Trouble_1

The girl, recovering from being possessed by the Temptress, was momentarily stunned when Yan Fei confessed himself to be the Straw Hat Hero. "Really?" she asked.

Yan Fei nodded, "Can’t get more real than this. Are you finally going to get up now?"

The girl had regained her senses from being possessed and realizing her embarrassing posture, her face turned even redder. Scrambling onto the bed and using the mosquito net to hide herself from Yan Fei, she tried to adjust her dress.

After half a day of rustling about inside, she finally peeked her head out. Her hair was a mess, her face still incredibly red, and she had yet to notice the rose in her hair was all twisted and turned.

She laughed at Yan Fei and said, "Okay, you can tell me now. What’s the deal with the ’Straw Hat Hero’? Is there anything else you’re keeping from me? Better confess now!"

Yan Fei had sat up as soon as the girl had started to move. Feeling awkward about standing, he sat there, reached out his arm to the table, grabbed the teacup, and gulped down the water that had been sitting there for who knows how long.

Turning his gaze back to the girl, he found her current disheveled and blushing state not much different than before. Feeling a bit awkward, he finally spoke, "There’s not much to tell, it’s just what happened."

Now that he had already admitted it, he didn’t have any reason to hold back. So, in a few short sentences, he explained everything.

He kept the story short and simple: Encountered a thief on a ride, beat him, tied him up on the roadside, and left a warning for others.

"Wait, what? Can you be more detailed? Start from the beginning, I want to hear the specifics," the girl commanded sternly.

So, Yan Fei reluctantly expanded on his story: after hearing about thieves on the road, he was worried and decided to disguise himself, board the carriage, encountered the thieves, and then proceeded to beat them before leaving them tied on the roadside as a caution to others.

The girl urgently demanded, "No, no, that’s not enough. I want to hear specifics. How did you board the carriage, how did you spot the thieves, how you beat them up. I want a step-by-step account, don’t leave anything out!"

Yan Fei was filled with deep reluctance.

At least now he could stand. He got up, poured a cup of water, and then sat down to retell his story.

From the first time on the carriage to the meal where the restaurant staff bullied a fellow customer, Yan revealed all the truths that he had "honestly" told the girl about.

Of course, the story had undergone some ’artistic changes’. For example, the restaurant incident was portrayed as him standing up for justice, resorting to force only because persuasion did not work.

The thieves and other wrongdoers were supposedly moved by his noble character into doing good and promising never to do bad deeds again.

As for his father’s story of killing someone, he didn’t need to mention it. After all, this matter is not what the girl wanted to know, it involved crimes and human life, thus sparing her from additional worry.

Even though the girl knew Yan Fei was mostly lying, she didn’t mind and happily interrogated him. She asked for more details and even requested, "Get dressed as the ’Straw Hat Hero’, I want to see what you look like. I want to see if I recognize you."

In response to the girl’s constant pestering, Yan Fei reluctantly went next door and got his ’outfit’ from Vegetable Garden Island and put it on for her to see.

The heartless girl hysterically burst into laughter when she saw the transformation. After a while, she poked her head out and said, "Oh, your getup is so hilarious! How did you end up being called a ’hero’? No wonder you wanted to sell the motorcycle and said you’re going to lay low! HAHAHA..."

Yan Fei didn’t appreciate the joke, he again grabbed his tea cup and guzzled another mouthful of tea, annoyed, he said, "The only reason I got involved was to ease your worries!"

His words slowly stifled the girl’s laughter. She thought about how Yan Fei rode hundreds of miles every day to find thieves just so she wouldn’t worry. Her face stopped being red, instead, her eyes were slightly teary. After a while, she sighed quietly, "Xiao Fei, you’re so good to me."

Yan Fei scoffed and replied, "Humph, isn’t it obvious? Now you know how good I am?"

The girl, provoked by his scoff, retorted with her own, "Okay okay, Yan Xiaofei is the best!"

She looked at the irritated Yan Fei and suddenly laughed, "Xiao Fei, come over here!"

"What for?" Yan Fei refused to move.

"Come on, come over here," the girl softly pleaded.

"No, not until you tell me what for," Yan Fei insisted.

The girl’s eyes twinkled, her voice changed back to her previous coquettish tone, "Dear Master, please come here! I just need you to come over here!"

Yan Fei had goosebumps all over with her call. He took two steps towards her and asked cautiously, "You’ve already said it, what do you want me to do?"

The girl looked at him with a defensive expression, smirked, and then suddenly sprung out from under the mosquito net, hugged his neck and smacked a kiss on his face, then quickly retreated, giggling non-stop with a blush on her face from under the mosquito net.

Yan Fei was stunned a bit, he wiped his face and asked in a daze, "What are you doing, I’ve got your spit all over me..."

Just as he finished speaking, he realized something was off. Sure enough, the mosquito net was suddenly lifted, and a pillow was flung at him from inside.

Catching the pillow, Yan Fei touched his face again as though he was savoring something. He then shamelessly stuck his head towards the mosquito net and said, "Well, the feeling wasn’t too bad! How about one more kiss..."

"Off you go, off you go, go to sleep, dream on... hurry, off..." The girl suddenly sprang out from under the mosquito net, snatched the pillow from his hand, and swung it at him.

"No, how about I kiss you once..."

"No, no...hurry, off..."

"Just once? Can I do it just once?"

"No, no, no, no..."

"Just once! Only once..."

"Well... all right, but you can only kiss my cheek..."

"Smooch..."

"Ay, it’s you who have, I’ve your spit all over my face, off you go, off you go..."

"I did not kiss well just now, can I do it again?"

"No way, hubbub, hubbub, I’m going to sleep, get out, or else I’ll tell your mom that you’re bullying me..."

"..."

Wordlessly, Yan Fei walked out the door, looking up at the high-hanging bright moon in the night sky, he was feeling somewhat unwilling to let go.

Just as he was about to enter his own room, he suddenly turned around, pushing open the door he just came out from forcefully.

The girl was just about to get out of bed with her blanket, looking all sneaky, trying to close the door! She was caught red-handed by him.

"Come on over here!"

"Ah...help...Yan Xiaofei, what are you doing?" The girl’s punch and kick was futile, and he pushed her back onto the bed, then leaned in with his head.

"Ah...Yan Xiaofei, what are you...you’re not allowed to kiss me...whimper..."

"If you cover your mouth, doesn’t mean I can’t kiss your face, right? Ha-ha... one more time..."

"Whimper...Yan Xiaofei, you’re a bully, I’m going to tell your mom, are you washing my face..."

"All right, I’m off now! Ha-ha-ha..."

Yan Fei finally left the girl on the bed, like a triumphant general, he left the room beaming.

"Phew..."

A pillow flew from behind, he caught it without turning his head, and then gently tossed it back the same way.

"Yan Xiaofei, you’re so annoying..." The girl’s aggrieved voice came from under the mosquito net.

Yan Fei gloated, "Humph, who asked you to play the temptress first..."

The self-hoisted girl buried her face in the bedsheets silently.

The blissful man walked out the door and felt that the moon in the sky, hiding and emerging from behind the clouds, was particularly bright...

(This book is first published on QiDian Chinese Network, I hope everyone will support! It’s not easy to write words in this freezing cold, we also need to earn our living by writing books! Authors from other places don’t really have much income, I hope everyone can give more support!)