Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 642 - 338 Testing Her Limits

Chapter 642: Chapter 338: Testing Her Limits Chapter 642 -338: Testing Her Limits The next day, as soon as Xu Qingyan opened his eyes, he habitually reached for Pei Muchan.

But his hand found nothing but air.

Huh???

Upon closer inspection, Chan Bao was sleeping right on the edge of the bed, damn near falling off.

Seriously, what’s going on here?

Am I sleepwalking at night, swimming inside the blanket?

Or does she have an unusual obsession with sleeping on the edge of the bed?

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Some kind of winter bedtime ghost story?

Speaking of which, if I’m counting right, today should be the second day of Chinese New Year, right?

If I were still at my family home, today would be the day to visit relatives.

Pei Muchan…

uh, she’s probably the kind of person who hibernates at home like a hamster.

Well, that’s one of the top ten unsolved mysteries.

He really wanted to wait for Pei Muchan to wake up, but after a long while, there seemed to be no sign of her stirring.

After a moment of hesitation, he quietly got dressed.

The room had heating, so it wasn’t cold.

The windows outside were frosted, with built-in insulation.

It’s like there’s a transparent box fitted inside the window—you open it, and there’s a separate space outside.

Laying out a blanket and basking in the winter sun while having a drink wouldn’t be too bad.

After getting dressed, Xu Qingyan went straight out to wash up.

The moment he closed the door, Pei Muchan carefully opened her eyes from under the covers.

She breathed a sigh of relief; thank goodness the morning workout was scrapped.

Why does he like exercising so much?

Back when we weren’t that close, still in the flirting stage, I suggested he should work out and shared my years of fitness dedication.

But, baby, that was all for show!

He didn’t take it seriously, did he?

Even a tiger needs to nap, Pei Muchan herself would sometimes just lie down during her fitness phases.

So much for working out every day no matter how tired—it’s a lie!

However, she did have her suspicions that Xu Qingyan’s unwavering daily fitness regimen over the past two years was now boomeranging back on her, the noob.

My pelvic bones are breaking, it’s over.

If only I hadn’t talked big before.

Now it would be too embarrassing to say, “I’m weak, stop coming at me,” it would totally ruin my image.

Can’t beat him?

Then avoid him, right?

But hiding like this isn’t a solution either.

Need to think of some strategy.

But before that, might as well rest up a bit more, stick on some pain-relieving plaster later.

Oh, the soreness.

Xu Qingyan initially thought about making breakfast…

forget it, better go out and buy it, it’s too much effort to cook.

Sleep in and forget about whipping up a love-filled breakfast.

It’s not that all guys are so pragmatic, it’s just not that significant.

This kind of thing values form over substance; an occasional treat is fine.

A surprise on special days like birthdays or Valentine’s Day.

But if you do it every day, you raise your girlfriend’s emotional expectations.

What if Chan Bao’s birthday coincides with Valentine’s Day?

Would I have to serve a state banquet?

What, a state banquet still isn’t satisfactory?

Then let’s break up.

“Pragmatic Male” Xu Qingyan finished washing up and went out to buy breakfast.

On the second day of Chinese New Year, the streets were much emptier.

The snowplows had already cleared last night’s snow early on, and Xu Qingyan suddenly remembered that these machines seemed to be refurbished from retired fighter jet engines, and he couldn’t help but marvel at how awesome they were.

Still have to go to the office today, and work starts in a few days.

Earning this money, it’s not much different from the bank printing currency; a bit of hard work is only reasonable.

Just thinking that we’ll soon part ways, wanting to spend every possible moment with Pei Muchan.

They say that once you’ve had a taste of it, especially women, you know how it feels.

Forgot whether I read it on Xiaohongshu or somewhere else, but it said either don’t do it, or make sure it’s satisfying.

Xu Qingyan parked the car in front of the breakfast shop, wondering if he’d get a parking ticket.

Risk it, it’s Pei Muchan who’d be fined anyway, I’ll just apologize when I get back.

Sorry, baby, consider it forty minutes of compensation.

Now he’s starting to doubt himself, fearing firepower deficiency all day long.

Strange, why didn’t he feel like this in Capital City when testing cars with Lin Wanzhou?

Could it be because stepping on the gas pedal in a new car feels different with that back-pushing sensation?

He remembered car vlogger videos when they reviewed some Nissan cars.

Mostly, they relied on the feedback from stepping on the gas pedal in a new car to rank the vehicle.

Positive feedback, the so-called push-back feeling, is very important.

Maybe when Lin Wanzhou was with him, he subconsciously thought that a strong push-back meant a powerful engine, but now it’s different?

Thinking so, Xu Qingyan quickly went into the shop and bought breakfast.

After paying, he hurried out and drove off.

Returning to the underground garage, he was still pondering the recent matters.

Maybe he should try harder, it’s just a few days left, might as well be serious.

In front of the mirror.

Pei Muchan had just washed up, looking at her haggard reflection in the mirror.

This can’t go on, it will really cause trouble, what if something breaks?

Should I break it to him?

But it’s completely mortifying to spell it out.

Never mind, he should be off to the set in a few days.

When filming a movie, you won’t see him for ten days or a half month, and I can take this opportunity to rest.

Better not to mention it, too embarrassing.

Updat𝓮d from freewēbnoveℓ.com.

I’ll just dodge as much as possible these next few days.

If I can’t escape it at night, I’ll just grit my teeth and endure, hoping to survive.

The door opened, and Xu Qingyan came in with breakfast, just as Pei Muchan emerged from the bathroom.

He smiled at her, and the fear of firepower deficiency hit him again.

Maybe find time to get verification?

Pei Muchan felt uneasy under his gaze and startled when she noticed his eyes sliding down from her face.

“Didn’t you say you’re going to the office?”

I really can’t do it again, progesterone warning.

Hearing this, Xu Qingyan thought to himself, indeed, what was he thinking about in broad daylight?

You can’t always be cooped up here; it’s too obvious, and what if Chan Bao starts questioning?