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Chapter 575: The door opened

But this guy in front of her, how can he be so full of spirit? He just thought about it for a few hours and came up with such a big idea.

He doesn\'t fear the government, and he thinks that the United Nations is weak, but after all, it is an international organisation, right? And he and she, a freshman and a sophomore, are pondering such things?

Don\'t say it, just think about it, it\'s really quite exciting. Ma Ling is even more excited. This kind of thing is the kind of thing that should be done, the kind of thing that is worth devoting one\'s life to. She looks at Feng Yiping with shining eyes, \'Tell me more about it,\'

\'Okay, I\'ll organise my thoughts along the way,\' Feng Yiping goes to the desk by the window, takes a pen and paper out of the drawer, \'The general idea is this,\'

\'First, we will build a website with games that answer various questions. To be more specific, for example, in our country, there is currently a craze for learning English, because learning English well is not only a skill, but also has the potential to improve your life. Then, you choose the word with the closest meaning from the four words below. If you answer correctly, ten grains of rice will be added to the plate next to it, and if you answer another question correctly, ten more grains will be added.

Similarly, I believe that in the future, more and more Americans will learn Chinese, so we can also launch a game where learning Chinese donates rice. This is the first step,\' Feng Yiping wrote the words "website" on a piece of paper.

He then wrote the words "netizen" on the paper, "This is the second key factor. Netizens click on the website to learn while also contributing to the donation,\'

\'The third is the advertiser," Ma Ling said, rushing to add, \'When the netizen answers the question, the company whose advertisement pops up is responsible for donating the rice in that netizen\'s plate,\'

She put her hand on the back of the chair, leaned over and looked at the words Feng Yiping wrote on the paper. Unconsciously, the two of them had their heads almost touching.

When she said this, the two of them turned their heads at the same time, their eyes met, and the distance between their lips was the same as the distance between Zixia Fairy\'s sword and Zhu Yao\'s throat when Zhu Yao spoke the much-quoted line.

Both could feel the warmth of the other\'s breath. Ma Ling froze for a moment, and a blush quickly rose to her face. From Feng Yiping\'s perspective, the tiny hairs on her face were clearly visible. Well, it really was more developed than in China.

Feng Yiping coughed and turned his head away. \'Yes, this is the third element,\'

Ma Ling didn\'t say anything.

\'The fourth is the United Nations World Food Programme, which arranges all the food collected,\'

Ma Ling still looked at him without saying anything.

The closeness of relationships between people is directly reflected in physical distance.

The safe distance between strangers is generally about one and a half metres. People who are not particularly trusted, familiar, or close, whether they are talking to you or interacting in other ways, will make people feel nervous and uneasy if they exceed this distance. Therefore, when two strangers start to interact, how to successfully break through this safe distance is the most critical part.

Why do we always remember the first time we held hands with someone we like? Not only because holding hands is a sign of the other person\'s affirmation of you, but also because, perhaps without us realising it, it is also a key symbol of the transition from strangers to acquaintances and then to intimacy.

Because even with relatives, acquaintances and friends, we subconsciously maintain a personal distance of 45 to 1.2 metres, while when holding hands, the two parties maintain direct contact within 45 centimetres of each other, which is the intimate distance.

Ma Ling and Feng Yiping had only met a few hours before, but they had already unconsciously and smoothly moved from a safe distance to an intimate one. Although they hadn\'t said anything and hadn\'t done anything, a change in their relationship had already taken place.

So although the two of them were still looking like they were seriously working on the \'free rice\' website plan, there was an emotion silently growing in the warm hotel room.

At the same time, there was also a smell spreading in the room.

\'The last item is people in need of food. In this way, one link leads to another, forming a perfect network,\'

Ma Ling did not stand behind him anymore, but leaned over the table and watched Feng Yiping draw a circle to connect the five words.

\'This idea is really perfect,\' she brushed her long brown hair, and the tips of her hair inadvertently swept past Feng Yiping\'s cheek. His nose functioned well, but why did it seem to smell a bit?

The smell aside, we are people who care about the inside, not so superficial.

Feng Yiping quite enjoyed this ambiguity. Even though things were clearly explained, he still wanted to write something to prolong this moment a little longer.

So, he continued to annotate under those few words, \'We set up this website to help those in need, and there are also conscious netizens who, while playing games and learning, help complete the donation... and finally, deliver it to those in need,\'

\'So, how to increase the popularity of the website and get more people involved is a key issue,\' Ma Ling said, picking up a strand of her hair and sniffing it in front of her nose. She frowned, then sniffed herself, and then sniffled, as if the whole room smelled the same.

Without caring about talking about the website, he said awkwardly, \'We smell...\'

Feng Yiping sniffed his shoulder, \'Haha, it\'s inevitable after spending a few hours next to the trash can. Why don\'t you go wash up first, and then we can discuss this?\'

Ma Ling was not shy this time. No girl could accept the smell of trash can on her body.

Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Feng Yiping became restless.

A hotel room is inherently an ambiguous place. In a foreign country, all the tangible and intangible restrictions on the body seem to disappear. Now there is just a man and a woman alone together, so Comrade Feng Yiping is really a little restless!

Through the window, the important central institutions of the US federal government are clearly visible. However, at this moment, Feng Yiping doesn\'t even have the energy to look at them. His tie is loose and loose, and he has already drunk three glasses of water. He is even thinking about whether there are any cigarettes in the room.

At that moment, he heard Ma Ling say from the bathroom, \'Can you pass me my bag?\'

\'Oh, sure,\' Feng Yiping said, accidentally spilling some water from his glass onto his lips. He wiped it off, took her bag, and ran from the living room into the bedroom.

The bathroom door opened a little, and a hand reached out. With a \'thank you,\' the door closed firmly, leaving behind an overwhelming mixture of fragrances.

Feng Yiping returned to the living room like a gentleman, absently watching TV. After a while, he heard footsteps behind him and saw Ma Ling wrapped in a white bathrobe, carrying a bag and clothes.

Feng Yiping then understood what she wanted the bag for. She was applying make-up in it.

Her level of make-up application seemed to be higher than her level of food collection. Feng Yiping watched and couldn\'t help but move his throat. To hide it, he quickly gulped down a mouthful of water. \'Do you want to notify the housekeeping department to take your clothes to the dry cleaners?\'

For someone like her who pursues a certain degree of non-consumerism, Feng Yiping also did not take it upon himself to ask the hotel to send over a set of clothes, although the Hilton Hotel would provide such a service.

\'Wait, together with your clothes,\'

So that means you\'re not leaving tonight?

"Okay, have a seat,\'

The man\'s shower was quick. A few minutes later, the housekeeping staff came to collect their clothes, leaving the two of them sitting on the sofa in their bathrobes, the TV on but no one watching it, still discussing website promotion, whether it was true or not.

But in this situation, words alone were obviously not enough. Feng Yiping opened a bottle of wine, and as he held the glass and chatted away, the two men became more and more relaxed, sitting closer and closer together. Bathrobes are not clothes, and without realising it, there was always a fleeting glimpse of something that made the heart race.

The last time, after laughing for some reason, the two of them, having calmed down, didn\'t want to speak anymore. They looked at each other, their gazes lingering, and could hear each other\'s heartbeat getting faster and louder.

Ma Ling moved, setting the wine glass on the coffee table, \'I sleep in the master bedroom?\'

\'Of course,\' Feng Yiping stood up.

\'Then, good night,\' Ma Ling leaned over, pressed her face against his, and briskly walked into the bedroom, closing the door gently.

Feng Yiping certainly couldn\'t sleep at this time, so he lowered the volume and kept pressing the TV remote control. Maybe, probably, possibly, after more than an hour – it felt like a long time to him anyway – there was no movement in the master bedroom. He turned off the TV and prepared to go back to his own room.

At that moment, it was like a thunderbolt, actually a gentle \'click\'. The door to the master bedroom opened. Perhaps worried that he couldn\'t hear it, the person inside knocked twice on the door.