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In my dream, I found myself in a house on fire. I jumped around desperately trying to escape the flames on my body, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't leave the ground, as if something was binding me tightly.
I was anxious, shouting for help, my hands grasping at anything. However, all my movements felt like they were hitting cotton—soft and unresponsive. The burning heat only intensified, threatening to turn me to ashes in an instant.
I don't know how long I struggled, but when I woke up, I was drenched in sweat. The room was lit, and I was lying naked on Xiao Minxing's large bed.
He stood by the bedside in messy pajamas, looking at me with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
I quickly grabbed a thin blanket from the bed to cover myself, my face flushed and heart racing. I didn't dare look at him and mumbled, "How did I end up here?"
Without saying a word, he handed me a glass of ice water from the bedside table and turned to go into the bathroom.
I gulped it down in one go; the coolness spread rapidly through my chest, and my consciousness slowly began to clear. But as soon as I saw the room's decor, I became tense again.
This was Xiao Minxing's room. I had rarely been in here before; even the few times I had come in, I didn't dare recall them. Now, I was openly lying on his bed.
He definitely didn't carry me here; perhaps I got drunk last night and mistakenly entered the wrong room while going upstairs.
What was alarming was that he hadn't woken me up and had this strange expression on his face.
Did I do something unbelievable? My memory was a bit hazy; aside from remembering that I wanted to take a shower after entering the room, thinking of anything else gave me a headache.
Taking advantage of the fact that he hadn't come out yet, shouldn't I slip away quickly? Did I really have to wait for him to come out and see his expression?
When I returned to my own room, I noticed it was already past three in the morning.
No matter how hard it was to fall asleep again, I was still wrapped in his blanket. The faint scent of his cologne seeped into my senses, gradually disturbing the image of Xiao Minxing in my mind.
Gentle, furious, youthful under the bright moonlight, deep and dark—memories intertwined with harsh reality began to overlap in my mind.
I can't tell which one is the real him, and I've almost forgotten what the person I've loved for so many years looks like.
The bedroom door was pushed open, and I knew who it was without turning around.
I pretended not to know and continued sitting facing the window, but my back had already stiffened, and my ears were perked up, listening to the movements behind me.
Xiao Minxing cleared his throat lightly, his voice coming from the entrance: "How's it going? Do you want another glass of water?"
I turned around and saw him standing at the entrance with a glass of water in hand. His pajamas were neatly arranged, and his expression was relatively calm, giving off a bit of a warm vibe.
He walked a few steps toward me, handed me the cup, and then leaned against the wall, his gaze drifting uncertainly. After a long while, he asked casually, "Is this your first time getting drunk?"
I responded with an "mm," placing the cup on the low table beside me, but my hand didn't leave it.
He spoke again: "I remember you drinking with others before; it didn't seem like this."
I looked up and inadvertently caught a glimpse of an unmistakable pain in his eyes.
It was unfamiliar; I had never seen it before. The most I had seen was his angry expression, but I had never thought he could feel pain too.
That gaze lingered on me for just half a second before suddenly adding familiar colors to it. I quickly lowered my eyelids in shock.
However, my chin had already fallen into his fingers. His voice was no longer gentle as it had been at first; instead, it carried a hint of annoyance as he said, "Why do you always have that expression? Is it that hard to talk?"
Desperate to escape his grip, I asked in a panic, "What should I say?"
His hand finally released me as he sank down onto the tatami mat by the window. His knees pressed against mine as he leaned slightly back against the glass behind him and said irritably, "Whatever."
I searched for a topic to talk about, hoping to find something that wouldn't provoke his anger and would help us get through the night smoothly.
But the more anxious I became, the more chaotic my mind felt. Since we started being together, he would get angry no matter what I said. Now that I had said "whatever," I wasn't sure if he was deliberately trying to pick a fight.
Xiao Minxing's gaze finally landed on me again. He tightened his jaw and asked in a frustrated tone, "How was staying at your friend's house?"
This had happened several days ago. I had heard that Mina had already reestablished contact with her client, and he had started punishing me as well. Why was he suddenly bringing it up now?
My heart raced, and I didn't dare to speak.
He impatiently asked again, "Am I that scary? Am I going to eat you?"
I nodded repeatedly, then quickly shook my head, realizing it was inappropriate.
Xiao Minxing showed an awkward expression but surprisingly didn't get angry. After a moment of silence, he spoke again, "Just tell me the truth or change the subject."
I really didn't dare to continue this topic since it involved someone else. I was afraid that if I upset him, it would lead to more trouble. In a moment of desperation, I asked him, "What's wrong with you tonight?"
"Insomnia," he said, half-closing his eyes and not looking at me. However, his voice was slightly better than before.
This gave me a bit of courage, so I tried asking, "Is it because of me? I got drunk and went into the wrong room."
Xiao Minxing responded with a sound of acknowledgment and suddenly opened his eyes to look at me, asking, "Qiu Yuhan, has anyone ever told you that you look terrifying when you're drunk?"
I quickly shook my head and blurted out, "It's my first time getting drunk."
He paused for a moment and then quickly stood up, took two steps toward the entrance before turning back to look at me and asked, "Has anyone told you that being with someone like you lowers my IQ?"
I shook my head, looking at him helplessly as he irritably waved his hand and walked outside.
It was truly an unpleasant conversation.
A conversation? Yes, it seemed like we were chatting just now, although it was very brief and ended without resolution. It couldn't even be called a conversation, but the situation, that feeling of sitting together and sharing our thoughts, was really too fresh and unusual.
Is this still the same Xiao Minxing who started off by mocking and cursing me?
It seemed so, because he hadn't said much good just now.
But it really felt different, as if something had changed. I couldn't quite put it into words, but my heart was in turmoil, as if after many years of walking a long road, I finally saw a glimmer of hope.
The next morning, as I passed by his Entrance, I heard the sound of his door opening and couldn't help but look back.
Xiao Minxing shot me a glare. I couldn't tell if he hadn't slept all night or if he was just grumpy from waking up. He said, "What are you looking at? Go make breakfast; I'm starving."
My heart softened, and my steps felt inexplicably lighter as I turned to quickly head downstairs.
He followed me down and even went into the kitchen. When he saw me take out the eggs, he casually handed me the nearest whisk and bowl.
I was utterly astonished. Just as I was about to look up at him, I heard his cold voice coming from above: "Cook properly; if you burn it, you'll have to eat it yourself."
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