Love Affairs in Melbourne-Chapter 230 - 227: Wholehearted

Bao Bao had just taken Yan Yan’s suitcase to the room.

Now Yan Yan was holding only a small bag, containing her mobile phone and wallet.

But even a small bag could be a burden.

And when it comes to burdens, you have to be decisive about getting rid of them when necessary.

Yan Yan casually threw the bag onto the bed.

Kissing your boyfriend must be done with undivided attention.

For two people in love, kissing is but a normal act; it would be abnormal not to want to do anything while alone in a room with your boyfriend.

Indeed, you could let your rationality overcome your emotions, injecting powerful self-control into your heart.

But Yan Yan had no intention of doing so.

She had neither entered a religious order nor pursued theological training, and in facing Qi Yi, Yan Yan didn’t feel the need to bear too many shackles.

But the ensuing questions, Yan Yan had not had time to think about.

If a kiss is instinctual, then why does this human instinct exist?

Hugs and kisses, lifted up high.

A brief moment would hardly feel exhausting.

But a prolonged kiss turns into quite a physically draining affair.

Especially since Qi Yi, in the midst of kissing, couldn’t help but lift Yan Yan into his arms.

No matter how slender Yan Yan was, holding her in front while already short of oxygen from the kissing, it wouldn’t be possible to keep it up for long.

In their kissing, Qi Yi naturally ended up moving Yan Yan onto the bed.

Milan. ARMANI Hotel.

There’s fragrance, a bed, and love.

Yan Yan, with her full attention, did not object to Qi Yi’s careful effort to lay her on the bed.

After all, kissing should be enjoyable; why strike a pose just for show?

In the matter of asking for Yan Yan’s opinion, Qi Yi had learned his lesson.

Previously in a New York hotel, when Qi Yi had asked Yan Yan if they could kiss, it had delayed their first kiss for quite a long time.

With Qi Yi’s intelligence, such a basic mistake was definitely not to be repeated.

More crucially, Qi Yi had no extra mental capacity to seek Yan Yan’s opinion.

His last bits of rationality were used to wrestle with his irrational self at the baseline.

Actually, Qi Yi’s resolve was better, for at this moment, Yan Yan no longer knew how to even spell "rationality."

For two people not yet skilled in the art of kissing, a focused kiss soon left them both short of oxygen.

Instinctive emotions mixed with a longing for oxygen left Yan Yan’s mind completely blank.

Qi Yi’s rationality lost in the tug-of-war, and he released Yan Yan’s lips.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Yi started unbuttoning his clothes, his kisses moving downward.

Yan Yan decided to follow her heart.

Since rationality had already gone astray, let it be.

But Yan Yan was not the least rational among them.

Less rational was her mobile phone.

Never ringing at the right time, it chose this moment to sound.

Yan Yan never found the ring of a phone more annoying.

Reaching out, Yan Yan grabbed the bag she had thrown onto the bed, pulled out a mobile phone and, without looking, pressed the power button to shut it down.

The world should have immediately quieted, but it remained unchanged after the shutdown.

That grating ringtone showed no signs of stopping.

Yan Yan had just switched SIM cards a couple of days ago and was momentarily confused about which was which.

Moreover, during the process of swapping cards, Yan Yan hadn’t yet had the chance to share her Italian number with her friends and classmates in Melbourne.

So, Yan Yan simply stuffed all three of her mobile phones into the bag she carried with her.

The phone she had just turned off was the one loaded with the Italian SIM card.

As it turned out, the most troublesome phone in history wasn’t the one she had just shut down.

Thankfully, after she turned off the phone, the other "insensitive" phone also stopped its disruptive behavior.

At such a moment, the whole world should be silent.

With both their senses of rationality not yet returned, the two tacitly decided to continue their "great endeavor."

Regrettably, before the scene could revert to its previous state, Yan Yan’s phone started demanding attention again.

This time, Yan Yan couldn’t take it anymore.

She sat up directly on the bed and took the whole bag.

Such inopportune phones naturally had to be turned off one by one.

If there were water nearby, Yan Yan might have let her phone take a dip to clear its head.

The inappropriately timed ringing was really unbearable.

Yan Yan, extremely frustrated, dug out her other two phones from the bag.

She couldn’t even bother determining which specific phone was ringing; she would just shut off whichever was sounding.

Pressing the power button, before the shutdown status bar even appeared, Yan Yan finally took a proper look at her phone’s screen.

Seeing the name displayed in the incoming call notification, Yan Yan was completely baffled.

The name appearing on the caller ID now belonged to the person least likely to call her in this world.

Yan Yan hadn’t saved the number with a name but a nickname, only two characters.

"Grandpa."

In Yan Yan’s world, the only person she called "grandpa" was Qi Yi.

And Qi Yi, at this moment, was preoccupied with her and clearly had neither the attention nor the ability to make a call.

Seeing this call display, Yan Yan couldn’t help but explode.

"Qi Yi, did you lose your phone somewhere? You couldn’t have lost it sooner or later, just at this moment, you have to lose it, really amazes me," Yan Yan immediately lost all interest.

She initially wanted to answer the call herself but then thought better of it.

Qi Yi had lost his phone in Italy, and the person who picked it up would likely be an Italian speaker.

With her level of Italian, saying hello was manageable, but understanding what someone else was saying was utterly fanciful.

"Deal with your lost phone yourself," Yan Yan tossed her own phone to Qi Yi.

Qi Yi’s frustration, compared to Yan Yan’s, was naturally immeasurable.

Qi Yi was too frustrated to even remember where he had last placed his phone.

At any rate, the pocket where he usually kept his phone was indeed empty. freewёbnoνel.com

Qi Yi picked up Yan Yan’s phone, spoke in Italian once, no response, then repeated in English, still no response.