Su Qingwan was just lowering her head, lost in thought, and thus did not see the minuscule Su Chen on the bedsheet.
After pondering for a long while, she ultimately let out a sigh, her expression turning somewhat forlorn. Su Chen saw it and felt the ache in his heart, but in his current state, he was utterly powerless to do anything.
Just as Su Chen was feeling sorrowful over Su Qingwan's sigh, he remained completely oblivious that a new danger was on the verge of striking.
Su Qingwan had finished tidying the bed but had no immediate intention to sleep. She still wanted to wait for Su Chen; perhaps in the very next second, he would open the door and call out to her.
"Qingwan, something came up suddenly at the company. My phone ran out of battery, so I didn't have time to tell you."
Since she was waiting, she certainly couldn't just remain standing. Su Qingwan turned her body lightly and sat down on the edge of the bed.
The wretched Su Chen, still immersed in his melancholy, never imagined that Su Qingwan would directly turn around and sit down. Without a second word, he turned and fled, instantly exploding into his top speed.
But in the end, it was still too late. The transition from standing to sitting took at most two seconds.
How far could Su Chen possibly run in those two seconds?
When the peach-like buttocks, large as a mountain, descended, Su Chen hadn't even covered half the distance before he was spectacularly crushed beneath them.
Su Qingwan sat on the bedside, her two fair and slender long legs crossed, her beautiful large eyes quietly fixed on the door, waiting for the person most important to her.
But what was happening to that most important person now?
As Su Qingwan sat down, ten thousand mythical beasts stampeded through Su Chen's heart, and they didn't cease until she had settled completely.
Even if Su Chen screamed, even if he ran, the outcome remained unchanged. Su Chen had become the Monkey King who wreaked havoc in Heaven, and Su Qingwan became the Five Finger Mountain, pinning Su Chen firmly to the ground.
Su Chen only felt an immense pressure on his body; even the slightest movement was incredibly difficult.
It was only by sheer luck that the bed was relatively soft and Su Qingwan hadn't sat directly on top of him, allowing this poor fellow to narrowly escape disaster.
However, the taut nightgown pressed perfectly against the bedsheet, and Su Chen found himself sandwiched between the two, right at a intersection of the cotton threads, rendering him completely immobile.
All he could do now was hope that Su Qingwan wouldn't shift her position arbitrarily. If he were pressed and rubbed against such coarse cotton threads, even if he didn't die, he would likely be skinned raw.
Su Qingwan had never been an active child; she had always been this way, disliking physical exercise.
Even Su Chen's insistence didn't work, let alone the fact he doted on her too much to force her. However, getting no exercise at all was unacceptable, so when Su Qingwan volunteered to handle all the housework, Su Chen agreed without hesitation.
But speaking of which, women truly are peculiar creatures. There was one thing Su Chen could never understand.
Many girls claim to dislike running, dislike exercise, avoiding movement whenever possible normally. Yet when they go shopping, their stamina and combat prowess become terrifyingly formidable. If not the power of primordial chaos, it's at least a small universe explosion.
Walking through a shopping mall all afternoon, an entire day, constantly weaving between various stores, picking up this, examining that, haggling with shopkeepers, covering multiple floors of the mall-the distance walked alone probably amounts to tens of thousands of meters.
But they show not a hint of fatigue. What kind of logic is this?
This completely illogical phenomenon baffled Su Chen. But that one time he went clothes shopping with Su Qingwan, he experienced firsthand her hidden, girl-specific combat power.
From then on, Su Chen never worried about Su Qingwan's physical fitness again.
Why? Because after returning that day, Su Chen was completely wiped out for a full day before recovering.
But Su Qingwan?
After getting home, she was still bustling about. The next morning, she even got up and made breakfast, came to his room to bother him about getting up, showing not the slightest sign of weariness.
So from that day on, Su Chen never again believed in any claims about girls' limited physical stamina; the fluctuation in this combat power value was far too great.
Unaware if an hour or two had passed, Su Chen, pinned under Su Qingwan's "Five Elements Mountain" was growing drowsy. Only the intense pressure and the ever-present threat of death forced him to stay conscious.
But inwardly, Su Chen was lamenting incessantly: Is this girl Su Qingwan planning to sit here all night?!
What Su Chen couldn't see was that Su Qingwan, having held out for so long, was also becoming increasingly sleepy.
Although she remained seated, her little head bobbed like a chicken pecking at rice, constantly lifting and drooping, lifting and drooping. Her body swayed and she nearly toppled to the floor, yet she barely changed her sitting position.
Su Chen, now too small, only felt the vibrations around him, unaware of the actual situation outside.
All Su Chen could do was hope Su Qingwan would get up soon. Otherwise, if this girl so much as shifted slightly, he didn't know whether he'd be reduced to scraps or mud.
Just as Su Chen was struggling to endure, Su Qingwan, overwhelmed by drowsiness, nodded off again, this time nearly falling to the floor.
She now realized Su Chen definitely wasn't coming back tonight; it was already 2 a.m. If he had intended to return, he would have been back long ago.
Resolving to call the police tomorrow if there was still no sign of Su Chen, Su Qingwan finally decided to go to sleep.
This time, Su Qingwan's movement was rather abrupt, accidentally exposing Su Chen. She barely steadied herself, then sat back down on the bed with a thud, but the gust of wind from her nightgown saved Su Chen's life.
This poor unfortunate soul was sent tumbling out, stumbling and rolling far away, but at least he could finally breathe properly.
Su Chen lay on the vast bedsheet, his chest heaving violently, gasping great mouthfuls of air tinged with Su Qingwan's faint fragrance.
Although Su Qingwan was nearby, the immense height difference created a strong sensory pressure that made Su Chen feel somewhat stifled, though it was far better than before.
After taking several deep, ragged breaths, Su Chen scrambled to his feet and ran without hesitation. He was heading towards the head of the bed, having already guessed Su Qingwan's next move would be to lift the quilt and climb in to sleep.
Su Chen didn't need to think to know the tremendous suction force generated by lifting the quilt; he certainly wouldn't be able to escape it. When Su Qingwan made the bed, the quilt was spread flat. If he ran downwards, he likely couldn't avoid it.
But he forgot that most people first grab the quilt near the pillow, lift it, and climb in. And that was exactly what Su Qingwan did.
It's that old saying: what isn't yours, you can never obtain; what is yours, you cannot avoid even if you try.
In one sentence: such is fate.