raknovel Chapter 402 Dakota's Taste
Chapter 402 Dakota's Taste
Chapter 401 Dakota's taste is actually this
The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds and fell on the soft bed in the bedroom.
My head hurts so much!
Chen Xun felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.
My memory of the latter half of last night is completely blank, leaving only scattered fragments.
In the restaurant, toasts were offered in turn, with Christine and Dakota flanking each other, while steam rose from the bathroom...
He frowned and tried to move, but just as he was about to raise his hand to rub his throbbing temples, he realized that both of his arms were numb from being pressed down and he couldn't move them at all.
Christine was using her left arm as a pillow, and she was curled up in his arms like an insecure cat. Her short black hair tickled his chin, and her even breathing pattered against his collarbone. She was fast asleep.
She was only wearing a loose white T-shirt, the neckline slipping down to reveal her delicate collarbone and one shoulder, which were dazzlingly white in the morning light.
Dakota held her right arm tightly. The little girl lay on her side, her cheek pressed against his upper arm, her golden hair spread across the pillow, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyelids, and a faint smile on her lips. She was sleeping soundly.
The light pink spaghetti strap nightgown accentuated her beautiful curves, and one leg restlessly draped over his calf, the warm touch penetrating through the thin fabric.
Chen Xun froze on the bed, looking at the two girls sleeping soundly on either side of him, with only one thought in his mind:
I've lost memory again!
He was screaming inwardly, wishing he could punch himself twice.
It's always like this; I black out after drinking too much.
I've forgotten all the key plot points!
All he remembered was that the two of them helped him take a bath and helped him back to his bedroom.
What happened after that is a complete blank in my mind; I have no recollection of it at all.
What's the difference between this and it not happening at all?
Too bad!
Chen Xun felt like crying but had no tears. He carefully moved his numb arm, afraid of waking the two people in his arms.
But as soon as he moved, Christine in his arms whimpered in dissatisfaction, her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Her deep blue eyes were still misty from just waking up. She stared at him blankly for two seconds before realizing her position. Her cheeks flushed red, and she abruptly released her grip on his waist, shrinking back a little. "Does your head hurt? Who told you to drink so much yesterday?"
He had just woken up, his hair was a mess, but he was actually kind of handsome.
Chen Xun couldn't help but laugh at her insincere expression, and asked in a low voice, "Last night—did I cause you any trouble?"
"How dare you say that?"
Christine rolled her eyes and poked his chest. "You threw up all over yourself, and then you almost slipped into the bathtub while showering. Dakota and I almost couldn't catch you. We didn't get to sleep until late at night. Isn't that a hassle?"
She complained loudly, but her hand instinctively reached for the bedside table and handed over the warm water and hangover medicine that she had poured in advance: "Take your medicine quickly, or you'll have a headache all day."
Chen Xun took the water glass and was about to say thank you when Dakota, who was next to him, was also woken up by the two of them talking.
She groggily opened her eyes and saw Chen Xun looking at her. She instantly realized that she was still holding his arm, and like a startled rabbit, she quickly pulled her hand back. Her cheeks turned bright red, and even her ears were pink. She whispered, "Good morning."
[Dakota Fanning's favorability +0.5, current favorability: 9.5]
Chen Xun saw the words that appeared before his eyes.
I never expected Dakota to have such a taste.
The special CG was actually this!
Chen Xun smiled as he watched her blushing and almost burying herself in the blankets. "Did I wake you up? You must have had a hard night."
"No—it's not hard work."
Dakota quickly shook her head, glanced at him furtively, and then quickly lowered her head again: "You were very well-behaved yesterday, you didn't act crazy when you were drunk, it's just that—you were frowning even when you were asleep, as if you were in a lot of pain."
Christine chuckled at Dakota's shy expression and reached out to ruffle her blonde hair. "Alright, stop being shy. It's not like it's the first time I've seen him so drunk. Get up, I'm starving. Let him treat us to breakfast to make up for our hard work last night."
"Me?"
Chen Xun raised an eyebrow: "So, I drank too much, and now I have to make breakfast for you guys after I wake up?"
"Otherwise what?"
Christine retorted, "Who told you to drink like that and keep us up all night? What's wrong with making breakfast?"
If you're a little firm, he'll definitely agree. This guy responds better to gentle persuasion than force—no, he responds to both.
Hearing her thoughts, Chen Xun couldn't help but laugh. He threw off the covers and got up: "Fine, I give up. What would you two young ladies like to eat? Bacon and eggs, or French toast?"
'
He didn't mention Chinese breakfast.
Because neither fried dough sticks and soy milk, nor pan-fried buns and spicy soup, can be prepared in a short time.
On the contrary, white people's meals are simpler.
"I want them both!"
Christine and Dakota spoke in unison, then looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh.
While Chen Xun was washing up in the bathroom, the two girls had also changed their clothes and were huddled together looking at the funny photos they had taken the night before, laughing so hard they were doubled over.
When Chen Xun finished washing up and came out, he saw the two of them sitting on the carpet by the bed, their phone screens facing him. The screens showed him an ugly photo of himself drunk last night, his face covered in shower gel foam, and his hair tied up in a topknot.
"Chen Xun, look at how you looked last night, didn't you resemble a Santa Claus version of Spider-Man?"
Christine laughed until tears almost streamed down her face, waving her phone around: "Want me to send it to you so you can admire your own stunning good looks?"
Dakota nodded in agreement, laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking: "We took so many more pictures, every single one is a classic."
Chen Xun rubbed his forehead, both amused and exasperated: "You two are something else! You even managed to leave some embarrassing moments while I was drunk. Delete them quickly, or you won't get breakfast today."
"It's impossible to delete it."
Christine put her phone in her pocket, her eyes gleaming with provocation: "This is our leverage. If you dare to get drunk again, we'll release the photos and let all of Hollywood see what a potential Oscar winner looks like when he's drunk."
Even if he threatens me, I won't delete it! It's hilarious; I can use this to tease him later.
Seeing her "what can you do to me?" look on her face, Chen Xun could only shake his head helplessly, turn around and go downstairs to the kitchen.
A little over half an hour later, a steaming hot breakfast was laid out on the table.
Golden and crispy French toast, crispy bacon and runny eggs, two cups of hot milk and a cup of iced Americano—just the right amount for two people.
The three sat at the dining table, leisurely eating breakfast and chatting about the fun things that happened at the party last night. Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on the table.
Christine occasionally made a comment about Chris Hemsworth's drinking habits, while Dakota quietly talked about how much Meadow and Ellie liked Xin Zhilei and Zhao Jinmai. Their chatter made the huge villa seem particularly lively.
Just then, Chen Xun's phone rang, and the words "Guo Fan" appeared on the screen.
Chen Xun paused for a moment, then answered the phone, smiling as he said, "Director Guo, what a rare guest! Why are you calling me all of a sudden?"
Guo Fan's cheerful, slightly excited voice came from the other end of the phone: "Chen Xun! I've finally gotten in touch with you!"
Chen Xun smiled and said, "What's wrong, Director Guo? Just say what's on your mind."
"The post-production special effects for 'The Wandering Earth' are almost done, and the rough cut is out!"
Guo Fan's tone was full of excitement: "Lao Gong and I watched it over and over again, but we still felt that some parts were missing something. You were the first person we thought of. You've been in Hollywood for so long, and your control over the pacing and editing of commercial films is far more professional than ours. We wanted to ask when you would have time to come back to China, help us take a look at the film, give us your feedback, and offer some suggestions!"