Chapter 39. "Song Huai, you can't regret this time."

As soon as Song Huai pushed open the bathroom door, he saw Bai Xiao standing hesitantly at the door.

Song Huai was startled: "What's wrong?"

Bai Xiao opened her mouth for a moment, then closed it again, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

He stared blankly at Song Huai's red and swollen eyes, and asked in annoyance, "Why are you crying again?"

Song Huai's eyes darted away. "I... I didn't cry."

After waking up this morning, Bai Xiao felt increasingly uneasy. Song Huai's initiative last night was very unusual, and he was already traumatized by it. He was afraid that everything that happened last night was just an impulsive act by Song Huai, so he immediately wanted to find Song Huai to ask him for clarification.

Seeing Song Huai hiding in the bathroom crying, he immediately had a bad feeling. "Song Huai, you're not going to regret it again, are you? You, you can't regret it this time..."

"Huh?" Song Huai was confused. "Regret what?"

Bai Xiao's expression was extremely unnatural. "It's what you said last night," his voice gradually faded, "that you were with me."

Upon hearing this, Song Huai simply looked at Bai Xiao quietly, his eyes conveying an unreadable meaning.

Bai Xiao felt uneasy under their gaze. His heart skipped a beat. Could it be that his prediction had actually come true?

Unexpectedly, a moment later, Song Huai took two steps closer, tilted his head back, and very naturally kissed Bai Xiao on the cheek, whispering, "I don't regret it."

This kiss was as natural as any good morning kiss between lovers, as if Song Huai and Bai Xiao had not just confirmed their relationship the day before, but had become an old married couple hundreds of years ago.

The spot on Bai Xiao's face where Song Huai had kissed her instantly became incredibly hot and flushed red.

His mouth trembled as he stammered, "Then, so we're together now?"

Song Huai nodded.

Overwhelmed with joy, Bai Xiao then cupped Song Huai's face and planted a deep kiss on his lips.

After the kiss, he ran outside, leaving behind the words, "Wait a minute, I'll go cook!"

Song Huai remembered the lunch Bai Xiao had made that ended up in the trash last time, and immediately panicked. He hurriedly shouted across the room, "Bai Xiao, leave it there, I'll cook it!"

Bai Xiao ran to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and saw a large pile of colorful ingredients. Only then did he realize that he didn't know how to cook at all. He scratched his head guiltily.

At this moment, Song Huai also ran into the kitchen and couldn't help but laugh when he saw Bai Xiao looking bewildered in front of the refrigerator.

The sight of the dry food in the refrigerator made Bai Xiao's head throb. After struggling for a moment, he turned to Song Huai and chuckled awkwardly, "Teacher Song, why don't you teach me?"

Song Huai said helplessly, "You go sit on the sofa first, I'll do it."

"Please teach me, okay? I promise I won't cause you any trouble." Bai Xiao was determined. In fact, he had wanted Song Huai to teach him how to cook for a long time, but he had never been able to bring it up because of their relationship.

“…Alright then.” Song Huai couldn’t bear to refuse Bai Xiao. He just couldn’t understand why Bai Xiao, who never had to worry about food or drink, would learn to cook.

After careful consideration, Song Huai decided to teach Bai Xiao how to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes today. This dish is simple and easy to make, and Bai Xiao likes to eat it.

"Here, you crack this egg first. You know how to crack an egg, right?"

Bai Xiao thought to himself, cracking eggs is easy, he's seen Song Huai crack countless eggs, so he nodded confidently.

"Bang!" The eggshell collided with the ground, making a crisp sound.

Bai Xiao used too much force when cracking the egg, breaking it completely. He stared intently at the egg's remains on the ground, his expression grave.

Song Huai: ...

He truly never expected that there would be someone in this world who couldn't even crack an egg properly.

Fearing that Bai Xiao's confidence would be damaged, Song Huai quickly encouraged her, "It's okay, it's normal. Everyone is like this at the beginning."

Bai Xiao's expression softened a bit: "Really? You were like this at first too?"

Song Huai resolutely abandoned integrity in the face of love, saying, "Yes."

After a period of chaos, Bai Xiao finally served the scrambled eggs with tomatoes under Song Huai's guidance.

Under Bai Xiao's expectant gaze, Song Huai picked up an egg and put it in his mouth.

"How about it?"

Song Huai gave a thumbs up: "Delicious!"

Bai Xiao also picked up a piece of egg and ate it, then frowned: "Why is it so salty?"

After saying that, he remembered that when he was adding the salt, his hand seemed to have trembled slightly without him noticing...

Song Huai quickly replied, "It's not salty, it'll go perfectly with rice."

Bai Xiao's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Song Huai replied firmly, "Of course."

To finish this bowl of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, Song Huai had to eat an extra bowl of rice than usual, making him feel as if his stomach was being stretched out of shape.

Bai Xiao watched with a smug look on his face, thinking that Song Huai really liked his cooking. At the same time, he secretly resolved to practice more and try to fatten Song Huai up one day—Song Huai couldn't stay so thin anymore.

After dinner, Song Huai stayed in the flower room writing music. Perhaps nourished by love, inspiration flowed into his mind like a spring. He only regretted that his typing speed could not keep up with his thoughts. The golden sunlight shone on him. The sunlight in this season was not hot at all, but warm and comfortable.

Song Huai was so engrossed in the melody he was writing that he didn't notice Bai Xiao on the sofa not far away, who had stopped working and was staring at him intently.

In the greenhouse, many red and pink flowers bloomed in the golden sunlight, looking delicate and beautiful, but none of them were as dazzling as the person in the room.

Bai Xiao couldn't help but wonder if Song Huai was a flower that had come to life, otherwise why was he so cute and alluring, making people's hearts itch?

After a long while, Bai Xiao finally had his fill of visual enjoyment and asked Song Huai, "By the way, are you free this afternoon?"

Bai Xiao's voice was calm, but his expression revealed an undisguised excitement.

Song Huai was still engrossed in the score. Without looking up, he subconsciously replied, "This afternoon? It's the premiere of Liu Weitian's movie this afternoon. I have to be there."

Upon hearing the name "Liu Weitian," Bai Xiaofei's bright eyebrows immediately drooped.

Seeing that Bai Xiao didn't respond for a while, Song Huai looked up in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Bai Xiao forced a smile and said, "It's alright. Do you want me to give you a ride?"

Song Huai put down his pen, carefully examined Bai Xiao, and noticed his displeasure. He hesitated and said, "Actually, I don't have to go this afternoon. I'm just providing the music, so it doesn't really matter whether I go or not."

Bai Xiao's face immediately lit up: "Really! Let's go out and have some fun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Xiao couldn't sit still. As if afraid that Song Huai would change his mind, he grabbed Song Huai's hand and walked towards the door.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute." Song Huai quickly grabbed Bai Xiao.

Bai Xiao turned around and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Song Huai pointed to his pajamas, "I need to change my clothes."

Bai Xiao paused for a moment, then looked down at himself. He was also dressed in casual home clothes. He couldn't help but feel annoyed that he had been too hasty in wearing this outfit to go out with Song Huai. He smiled sheepishly and said, "Then I'll go change into something too."

Half an hour had passed by the time the two had changed their clothes and met in the living room.

When Song Huai first saw Bai Xiao, he couldn't help but laugh, "Why are you still using hair gel?"

Bai Xiao was dressed in a black trench coat, with a white sweater and black trousers underneath. He also had his hair styled carefully, with every strand of hair neatly arranged on his head. He didn't look like he was going out for a trip; he looked more like a male model going out.

Bai Xiao felt flustered by Song Huai's laughter. He touched his hair and said, "I... I just did a quick fix. Is it that weird? Should I go wash it off?"

"No need, no need, it looks great!" Song Huai grabbed Bai Xiao's arm and couldn't wait to go out.

Once the two were in the car, Song Huaicai realized that he didn't know where they were going today.

Bai Xiao smiled mysteriously and said only, "You'll find out in a moment."

It's the weekend, and there are many cars on the road. The cars are slowly crawling along in the traffic. During the traffic jam, Song Huai and Bai Xiao are in the closed car together. They feel peaceful and not bored at all.

He sat in the passenger seat, gazing at the bustling traffic outside the window, feeling Bai Xiao's breath and heartbeat just inches away, and occasionally turning his head to steal a glance at Bai Xiao.

As Song Huaidi turned his head countless times, his gaze met Bai Xiao's.

Bai Xiao asked knowingly, "What are you looking at?"

Song Huai's voice was as soft as an ant's: "Looking at you."

Bai Xiao pretended to be hard of hearing: "What did you say?"

“I said,” Song Huai’s ears turned red, and his voice was a little louder than before, “I’m looking at you.”

Bai Xiao couldn't help but reach out and rub Song Huai's ear, her smile carrying a hidden meaning, and said softly, "Then you can watch it slowly when you get home tonight."

Song Huai's ears turned even redder. He dodged Bai Xiao's hand, looked out the window again, and pretended not to have heard anything.

Finally, Bai Xiao parked the car at the foot of a mountain, a very famous scenic spot in the city.

The mountain peaks soared into the clouds, and people at the foot of the mountain looked up but could not see the summit for a moment.

Song Huai looked troubled. "Bai Xiao, we're not here to go hiking, are we?"

He never liked sports. He had been dragged by Qiu Wu to climb a mountain once before, and he was so exhausted that he almost lost half his life. After that, no matter how much Qiu Wu begged, Song Huai would rather die than do it again.

Bai Xiao teased him on purpose: "Yeah, this mountain isn't high, it only takes four or five hours to climb."

"Huh?" Song Huai's eyes widened, and his face turned pale.

Just as Song Huai was racking his brains for an excuse not to climb the mountain, Bai Xiao suddenly pinched his thin cheeks: "Just kidding, you little lazybones. I'll let it slide this time, but from now on you have to get up every morning and go for a run with me."

Song Huai automatically ignored the second half of Bai Xiao's sentence. He breathed a huge sigh of relief when he learned that he didn't have to climb the mountain today.

Unbeknownst to them, the two had reached the other side of the mountain.

Song Huai's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed to the sky, excitedly exclaiming, "Cable car!"

A cableway hangs between the foot of the mountain and the summit, with dark blue cable cars slowly moving along it.