Chapter 38. The bed in the master bedroom is bigger and softer.

As she spoke, Bai Xiao became aggrieved, "You're not blaming me for making you allergic to the crayfish I cooked, are you? But, but I didn't know beforehand."

Bai Xiao thought about it again and realized something was wrong. Song Huai was being completely unreasonable. "Blame it on you, you glutton! You knew you were allergic but you still couldn't control your mouth. How can you blame it on me?"

Song Huai silently wiped away his tears.

Seeing the lingering redness in Song Huai's eyes, Bai Xiao raised her hands in surrender, "Alright, alright, it's all my fault. Blame me for everything. But don't let it happen again. You can't be so greedy in the future..."

Song Huai's ears were ringing, and he didn't hear Bai Xiao's mutterings at all.

All he knew was that Bai Xiao hadn't been recognizing him as someone else these past few days, as he had imagined.

He couldn't believe it. Was that all there was to it? It was all just his own overthinking from beginning to end; it was all a misunderstanding.

Bai Xiao must have... really fallen for him.

At this moment, Song Huai could clearly feel his heart beating, each beat stronger than the last, almost as if it were about to jump out of his throat.

For a moment, Song Huai didn't know how to describe his feelings.

After rambling on for a while, Bai Xiao suddenly stopped, as a flash of inspiration struck him.

Song Huai asked him three questions—why did he know he was afraid of thunder, and why did he cook crayfish for him? Both of these questions were closely related to Song Boyu.

Another question is whether Song Huai is in love with him.

This question sounds like a pointless question at first glance, otherwise who else could you like?

But when Bai Xiao connected this issue with the other two, she suddenly realized that Song Huai actually thought that she was nice to him because of Song Boyu!

Without a second thought, Bai Xiao jumped up from the bedside, pointed at Song Huai, her fingertips trembling with anger, "Song Huai, Song Huai, have you lost your conscience? I've been completely open with you these past few days, and you actually think I'm treating you like Song Boyu!"

Bai Xiao paced back and forth in the room in frustration, muttering curses under her breath:

"What on earth are you thinking about all day? A body double? Do you think I'm just bored and acting out a novel with you? You really have a way of thinking about this!"

Bai Xiao felt a deep sense of frustration, as if he had been emotionally deceived by Song Huai during this period.

Song Huai's heart was in turmoil. He stared blankly at Bai Xiao for a long time before slowly getting up from the bed.

Song Huai called out softly, "Bai Xiao."

"What?" Bai Xiao was still angry, her tone sharp.

Song Huai walked step by step to Bai Xiao and hugged her.

His arms were wrapped tightly around Bai Xiao's waist, and his head was pressed against Bai Xiao's chest, feeling the heat from that body.

Bai Xiao's body felt like it was on fire, very hot.

The thunder outside roared and pierced the clouds, but for some reason, Song Huai felt no fear whatsoever.

The sudden embrace left Bai Xiao bewildered. "You... what are you doing? Don't think you can get away with this by just being cute. I... let me tell you, I have principles..."

Before Bai Xiao could finish speaking, Song Huai looked up and kissed her lips.

Song Huai took the initiative again and again. Bai Xiao was stunned for a moment, then held the back of Song Huai's head, closed her eyes, and responded to Song Huai's kiss.

At first, the kiss was just a light touch on their lips, but gradually it turned into a storm. Their teeth collided several times, and it seemed as if they wanted to devour each other.

After the kiss, both of them had run out of air.

At this moment, Song Huai stretched out his hands and began to unbutton the top button of Bai Xiao's clothes.

Bai Xiao grabbed Song Huai's restless hand, panting heavily, his voice hoarse: "Who taught you that?"

"You don't want to?" Song Huai looked at Bai Xiao innocently with clear eyes.

With just one sentence, Bai Xiao's newly ignited desire quickly spread.

Damn it! Bai Xiao cursed inwardly. Even a high-ranking monk from a temple would lose control.

Fortunately, Bai Xiao still retained a shred of rationality this time. He had to clarify the issue between the two of them to prevent Song Huai from denying everything after getting out of bed—after all, he had a criminal record.

He shook off Song Huai's hand and turned to leave. There was too much information tonight, and he wanted them all to calm down for a while.

She had only taken a couple of steps when she heard the sound of someone sobbing behind her, and Bai Xiao's heart instantly melted.

Hesitating for two seconds, Bai Xiao sighed and returned to Song Huai's side, patiently wiping away his tears. "Are you made of water? Why do you cry so much?"

Sobbing, Song Huai asked, "Bai Xiao, why do you like me?"

Bai Xiao was speechless. What a silly question! Why are there so many questions about liking someone?

Before anyone could answer, Song Huai raised his big, wet eyes and looked earnestly at Bai Xiao: "Bai Xiao, I like you. Let's be together, okay?"

These were the words Bai Xiao had said to Song Huai a few days ago, and now Song Huai was repeating them to Bai Xiao.

The moment Song Huai said "I like you," Bai Xiao was so excited that she felt like she was on cloud nine.

His voice trembled: "Are you sure?"

"Sure."

"You won't regret it?"

No regrets.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Huai felt a sense of weightlessness wash over him, and his body was suddenly lifted into the air.

Bai Xiao picked up Song Huai and carried him out of Song Huai's room, heading towards his own master bedroom.

He kicked open the half-closed door to the master bedroom, and the door slammed against the wall with a loud thud.

Afterwards, Bai Xiao couldn't wait to put Song Huai on her bed.

The bed in the master bedroom is larger and softer.

Before Bai Xiao could get up and close the door, Song Huai hooked his arm around Bai Xiao's neck and pressed his lips to hers again.

The noise inside the room seemed to be so loud that even the thunder outside couldn't drown it out.

...

After an unknown amount of time, the once-in-a-century thunderstorm finally stopped.

The sky began to lighten, the morning light was faint.

This crazy night is finally over.

Song Huai was already exhausted. He was so sleepy that he couldn't even lift his eyelids. As soon as he finished, he fell into a deep sleep.

Bai Xiao had been traveling all night and was exhausted, but he forced himself to carry the sleeping Song Huai to the bathroom to clean him up.

After cleaning up, Bai Xiao carried Song Huai back to bed.

He stared intently at Song Huai's sleeping face, unable to get enough of looking at him.

After a long while, drowsiness came over him again. He pulled the person into his arms, smelled the fragrance on his body, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

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The next day, Song Huaixian woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he was not in the familiar room and felt a moment of confusion.

The next moment, memories of yesterday flooded into my mind.

Thinking of what happened on this bed last night, Song Huai's cheeks unconsciously flushed.

Song Huai turned to look at the person lying next to him.

Even though the bed was big, Bai Xiao insisted on sticking to Song Huai like a piece of chewing gum.

At this moment, Song Huai felt that this was the most comfortable moment he had experienced in many years. For him, the greatest happiness in the world was to open his eyes in the morning and have his loved one by his side.

What's more, this person is Bai Xiao, whom Song Huai has longed for countless times over the past ten years, yet has never dared to get close to.

Heaven knows how much Song Huai wished time could stand still and stop flowing; he wanted to stay by Bai Xiao's side forever.

Song Huai stared at Bai Xiao without blinking, still feeling it wasn't enough, so he lightly touched Bai Xiao's cheek with his hand, then immediately withdrew his hand.

Bai Xiao's breathing was steady, showing no signs of waking up.

Song Huai couldn't resist and went even further, stroking Bai Xiao's face with his whole hand. He slowly touched Bai Xiao's eyebrows, nose, and mouth, as if he wanted to engrave this face into his very bones.

Even if they have to part ways someday in the future, Song Huai can still clearly see Bai Xiao when he closes his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Huai finally had enough and prepared to get out of bed.

Just as his hand left Bai Xiao's cheek, it was grabbed.

Bai Xiao opened her eyes as if she had risen from the dead, looked at Song Huai, and asked with a half-smile in her eyes, "What mischief are you secretly up to?"

"You... why didn't you make a sound when you woke up?" Caught red-handed, Song Huai wished he could disappear into the ground.

"Who told a little dog to scratch me awake?" Bai Xiao's voice still carried the languor of someone who had just woken up.

Song Huai didn't dare look at Bai Xiao, his ears turning bright red with embarrassment. "No, no!"

Bai Xiao finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, and he let go of Song Huai's hand.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Song Huai disappeared in a flash.

Inside the bathroom—

After washing up, Song Huai stood still, looking at himself in the mirror.

Even now, a smile still lingers on his lips. He pats his face, trying to calm himself down, but the more he tries, the less he can control himself. His smile spreads like ripples across his face, reaching every pore of his body.

Bai Xiao likes him.

Song Huailai savored every word of the sentence. Something he never dared to imagine before had come true overnight, and the unexpected joy left him at a loss.

Last night, upon suddenly learning that Bai Xiao liked him, he was so happy that he forgot who he was, and Bai Xiao became the only person in his world.

Song Huai seemed to be thinking of something. He looked at himself in the mirror, and before the smile on his face had completely disappeared, tears started flowing again.

The person in the mirror was both crying and laughing, as if something had gone wrong with their brain.

Song Huai didn't want to see his own tears anymore, so he covered his face with a wet towel. The tears soaked into the towel, making it seem as if they hadn't flowed at all.

He had warned himself a few months ago to keep his distance from Bai Xiao—but he failed to do so.

I'm sorry, he ultimately couldn't control himself.

But he really wanted to love Bai Xiao completely, just once.

A few days ago, he heard Bai Xiao say that Bai Jingzhong's body was completely at its limit, and that it would only be a matter of time before it was too late.

Then... let him spend a little more time with Bai Xiao.

Song Huai removed the towel from his face and wrung out the water.

There were no more tears on his face, but his eyes were still red.