365: Chapter 354: Actually Caught a Cold 365: Chapter 354: Actually Caught a Cold Song Yun, who now wouldn’t dare speak any nonsense, hurriedly wrapped the bath towel that had fallen to the floor around his waist and said, “Those who should open their eyes, open them; those who should turn around, turn around—I’ve wrapped the towel around my waist now.”
“Really, Song Yun, you are so bad, not wearing anything underneath,” Li Yueyue complained as if a great burden had been lifted.
Song Yun thought to himself that this girl was the least qualified to complain.
At least Liu Ran had the decency to cover her face and peek, but this one, she just watched openly and unabashedly.
“Don’t you think you owe us an explanation?” Qingluan said with a look of offended charm, her hands ceaselessly pressing her knuckles, “What were you trying to do to Sister Shishi just now?”
“I really didn’t mean anything by it—if I said the towel fell off on its own, would you believe me?” Song Yun was close to crying out in frustration.
Damn it, when it rained, it poured—why did everything happen to him when he was down?
“Do you think we would believe that?” Qingluan said with a playful look.
“You need to give us an explanation for today’s incident.”
“What explanation—I should be asking you what you were doing outside the door.” Unable to fight or scold, he could only use this to switch his status to that of a victim.
“Were you eavesdropping outside just now?
Didn’t you say you were going to bed?”
“Of course, we went to bed,” Li Yueyue said, nervously glancing at the ceiling.
“It’s just that just when we were about to sleep, we suddenly heard some noise from your room.”
“Talking nonsense—the materials in the villa are all soundproofed; even if Shishi’s voice was twice as loud, you wouldn’t have been able to hear it,” Song Yun glanced at them and said, “You were all gathered outside my room—are you sure you didn’t have any designs on me?”
“As if, Big Head,” Qingluan said irritably.
If they had any designs on Song Yun, they could have snuck over many nights before—why would they have waited until tonight?
“Well then, if you had no designs, why were you eavesdropping?” Song Yun said seriously, though inwardly he was already laughing.
No matter what these girls said, all he had to do was firmly grasp the topic of them eavesdropping.
“I…we were just afraid you would do something inappropriate to Sister,” Li Yueyue argued weakly.
“Anyway, today’s incident is your fault—how could you just take off your towel?”
“I’ll say it again—it fell off on its own,” Song Yun said irritably.
“I’m not an exhibitionist—why would I flaunt my body?”
“I don’t believe it—a towel just can’t fall off for no reason,” Qingluan chimed in from the side.
“Alright, alright, if you don’t believe me, I’ll demonstrate for you,” Song Yun, frustrated by these girls, did something reckless, wrapping the towel around him properly and then straining his belly.
With that, the towel grandly dropped to the floor.
As a result, Song Yun’s beautiful and attractive body was once again exposed to the crowd of girls, only this time it wasn’t just Li Shishi who screamed; all the girls started to shriek, “Hurry up and wrap the towel, you pervert!”
“Song Yun, you owe me my eyes, you owe me my innocence—my eyes have been defiled by you.”
“How can you be like this?
Everybody was saying they didn’t believe it, now when I perform it for you, you still curse me.
This is all you forcing me,” Song Yun said sheepishly, rewrapping the towel, “Alright, alright.
It’s getting late, everyone go back to sleep.
Why are you all hanging around me like this?”
“No way, you can’t get off lightly for what happened today.
Who knows what you will do late at night.
Go sleep on the sofa downstairs,” Qingluan said sternly, glaring at Song Yun.
“Why should I?
I’ve been so aggrieved—it was all peaceful, I was about to sleep, and all of you burst into my room.
I didn’t even say anything, and you’ve turned it around on me,” Song Yun protested gloomily.
“It doesn’t matter, for the sisters’ purity, you can’t step into the second floor tonight, or you know the consequences,” Qingluan threatened.
“Fine, fine, you’re the boss.
I’ll go downstairs to sleep, okay?” Song Yun was now exhausted from being tormented by these women and was desperate to find a place to sleep.
Sleeping on the sofa wouldn’t kill him anyway.
Carrying a blanket, Song Yun went downstairs.
Li Shishi looked at Song Yun’s slightly desolate figure and said, “Are we being a bit too harsh?
After all, it’s not Song Yun’s fault.”
“Not at all.
Who told him to expose his naked body to us?
Never mind him—tonight, let’s all sleep together.”
Song Yun had no idea about the little tricks these girls had up their sleeves.
Turning on the TV and laying out the blanket, Song Yun lay down on the sofa and began to sleep.
Usually, he slept in a bed, and suddenly changing to the sofa made him a bit uncomfortable, but in the end, he couldn’t resist the allure of sleep and fell into a deep slumber.
That night, Song Yun didn’t sleep well.
He had a bunch of all sorts of dreams—in some, he fought with enemies; in others, he was with women; and toward the end, even the faces of his parents emerged.
With no strength left, Song Yun opened his eyes and realized it was already morning.
His head felt very heavy, as if it had been weighed down with lead.
He felt completely groggy.
With his many years of medical practice and being known as the Divine Doctor, Song Yun immediately came to a conclusion.
He damn well had a cold.
Propping himself up, he held his head in disbelief.
To say his body was as strong as iron wasn’t an exaggeration—he actually had a cold?
This was like Atom Ant running out of power before even fighting the little monsters—this was just too odd.
After years of medication and training, Song Yun’s body was many times stronger than the average person’s.
Forget about catching a cold or fever—none of the illnesses caused by smoking or drinking affected him.
His health was so robust, yet here he was on this morning with a severe cold, his body hardly obeying him.
He hadn’t had any hints of a cold last night, so why had he come down with one today?
It was just from sleeping on the sofa, damn it.
In the harsh environments abroad, he had never fallen ill like this.
Song Yun tried to take a deep breath, only to find his nose completely stuffed.
The mucus seemed glued to the inside of his nostrils—when he tried to blow his nose, it wouldn’t come out; when he left it alone, it dripped on its own.