The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System

Chapter 147: Sleeping together; Could it let to something?

Chapter 147: Sleeping together; Could it let to something?

Maureen was the first to take a bath.

After Liam entered the bathroom, Maureen wandered around the apartment in her fluffy pajamas, bored out of her mind.

Being in love is such a fascinating thing.

Before, besides studying, she found dramas and games enjoyable.

Yet, after falling in love, when he was not by her side even for a moment, she got bored no matter what she did.

Nothing was as fun as spending time with Liam.

She wanted to do everything with him, whether it was watching dramas or eating.

Just one glance from him, and her feelings could experience the dramatic waves, drowning in the deep ocean, the best bite of a summer watermelon, or the tartest segment of an orange.

The spacious apartment changed gradually after Maureen moved in.

Maureen was like an invader, painting the previously icy and quiet apartment with colors everywhere.

She was afraid of the cold, so Liam always had the heater on, causing the previous bone-chilling feeling to disappear.

She was afraid of the dark, so Liam installed a few more lights, causing the darkness to disappear.

Maureen had previously explored Liam’s room, the audiovisual room on the second floor, and his workspace.

However, entering them this time, she felt completely different.

Scattered on the carpet in one of Liam’s rooms were numerous books of all kinds — “Fixing Motorcycles” “Finding yourself”, “A Brief History of Time” — practically all imaginable books.

They were strewn about in a disorganized fashion, but the room wasn’t dirty.

movies – all had been unsealed and seemed to have been watched.

In another room, there were robot parts, a basketball, a basketball uniform, a disassembled desk lamp, and green rusted screws.

Maureen felt as if she were standing in a corridor of time, glimpsing through the light and shadows a lonely child who was disliked and seldom returned home.

In recent years, he had lived here alone, doing everything he could.

He had read countless books and watched countless movies, listening to songs, disassembling countless robots and furniture.

He often shot baskets by himself on the nearby vacant lot, the echoing thud of the basketball hitting the rainy pavement a testament to his loneliness.

Liam had read so many books.

His grades couldn’t be bad.