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Yu Chunmiao felt something was off after laughing, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was. The three of them chatted until nearly ten o'clock, and Yu Chunmiao's plan to explore the shops fell through. Yu Chengwei was still not truly drunk, and after parting ways at the entrance of the restaurant, he headed home alone.
As the two walked down the street, most of the stalls were closing up, with only a few selling late-night snacks still open. Qi Chong exuded the scent of alcohol, and under the night lights, shadows danced across his handsome face like carvings.
He pondered who the other Xiao Wei could be; surely it wasn't that Big Yellow Dog? Should he ask or not? Qi Chong was torn in his thoughts. Yu Chunmiao had mentioned there was no other Xiao Wei. His wife had said that if there was something to say, it should be said.
It struck him as strange that this was the second time Qi Menhu had asked about another Xiao Wei tonight. Xiao Wei, Xiao Wei, small!
Then it hit Yu Chunmiao. The horse that had thrown her off—she usually called it "Little."
How did Qi Chong know? Was he talking in his sleep? If she were dreaming, what would she say about the novel? Her guilty expression didn't escape Qi Chong's notice.
Yu Chunmiao's mind raced faster than a jet engine, but she genuinely couldn't recall any recent dreams. Without certainty about what she might have said, she couldn't find an excuse.
After a long silence, Qi Chong finally spoke up. "If you don't want to say anything, that's fine."
They remained silent until they reached the inn. They ordered hot water to wash up, and after Yu Chunmiao finished her bath, she lay down on the bed.
Qi Chong watched her back as she turned away from him, feeling a pang of sadness. He regretted asking; he didn't want their relationship to be marred by something so intangible.
He lay down beside Yu Chunmiao and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Yu Chunmiao, don't think about it; I don't want to know."
His tone wasn't humble or aggrieved; it was simply filled with sorrow.
Yu Chunmiao turned over and nestled into his embrace.
A soft voice escaped from the man's chest. "Qi Chong, I have a secret, but I can't tell anyone. I don't know if one day I'll tell you."
"But what I can tell you today is that Xiao is a horse."
"A horse? That's not surprising; she can drive a carriage."
"If you don't ask, I won't say anything. Can we stop being sad about that horse?"
So that's how it was. She felt sorrow for Xiao while talking in her sleep, and Qi Chong overthought it.
The troubles she caused were hers to bear, and her man was the one to comfort her.
She wasn't really that heartbroken; with every kiss you gave me, I forgot a little more.
Qi Chong looked at her small face, pouting at him. His thin lips parted slightly, capturing hers and releasing them, savoring the moment repeatedly.
The man's kiss carried the scent of alcohol, and Yu Chunmiao found herself intoxicated as well.
Perhaps it was his earlier words that provoked Qi Chong; he became even more possessive.
His rough fingertips grazed her earlobe, sending a tingling sensation through her like a catalyst.
She responded to him, her lips slightly parted, welcoming his deeper exploration.
Soft little hums escaped her nose as her delicate body twisted in his embrace.
A pair of small hands slipped beneath his nightclothes, teasing his toned muscles.
The man grasped her hands, hesitating for a moment before guiding them downward, allowing her to take control of his boldness.
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