Chapter 62 Chapter 62 "Miss, should you...

Yu Sixie almost broke open the door of the suite that was not completely locked.

His heart was beating wildly in his chest, a mixture of the ecstasy of finding Xitong and the extreme fear that had accumulated along the way.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains were drawn, and the air was filled with a faint smell of alcohol and a scent that belonged to her.

The man's gaze was like the most accurate radar, instantly locking onto the slightly raised outline on the bedroom bed.

I walked closer step by step, each step was based on the thunderous heartbeat.

After almost half a month, Yu Sixie finally saw Xi Tong again.

She curled up on her side in the middle of the wide bed, the dark velvet quilt draped only around her waist, her back and thighs exposed.

The morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a hazy band of light on her smooth skin. Her skin was so white that it was almost fragile, like fine warm jade, or like dewdrops condensed on flower petals in the early morning, as if the slightest touch would leave a mark.

The shoulder blades rise and fall slightly with breathing, outlining a slender and fragile line, and the groove of the spine goes all the way down.

Like a young animal that had been extremely frightened and had exhausted all its strength, Xitong curled up tightly in an extremely insecure posture, like a baby in the mother's womb, with his legs bent and his arms wrapped around himself, as if this was the only way to resist any harm from the outside world.

This posture reveals the curve of her entire back, making her waist look as thin as a hand, yet revealing an unguarded and heartbreaking softness.

Her long black curly hair spread out on the pillow like seaweed, making her naked skin look even paler and more transparent.

The person on the bed didn't seem to be sleeping well. His long eyelashes were wet and stuck together, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he was still suffering from some kind of pain in his dream.

His lips were a little dry, slightly opened, and his breath carried a faint smell of alcohol.

What hurt Yu Sixie's eyes the most was the light pink scar on Xitong's lower abdomen.

Xitong curled up tighter unconsciously in her sleep, with one hand resting slightly on the scar, and her fingertips unconsciously scratching the slightly raised mark, as if she was also confused by the strange mark on her body in her dream.

This unconscious action, like a blunt knife, slowly cut through Yu Sixie's heart again.

He took a very light breath, his movements as gentle as they could be, for fear of disturbing the most fragile dream.

Stretching out his warm and slightly calloused hand, the man carefully placed it on the slightly cool back of his hand resting on the scar.

His palm completely wrapped around Xitong's slender fingers, and he felt the unconscious trembling of her fingertips.

After a pause, Yu Sixie gently stroked the back of Xitong's hand with his thumb, as if it were a silent comfort.

Then, with almost imperceptible force, he gently moved her hand away from the scar, guiding her slightly cold fingers back to the quilt beside her.

After completing this subtle movement, the man's gaze was still fixed on the scar exposed to the air.

I don’t know how much time passed, and how many thoughts flashed through my mind.

Yu Sixie lowered his head, as if performing the most pious ritual.

Warm, trembling lips landed extremely gently on the scar.

It was not a kiss of passion, but a mark of endless heartache, regret, apology and an indissoluble love.

Yu Sixie's lips lingered on the slightly rough skin for a long time, as if he wanted to use all his body temperature and emotions to smooth out the scar.

A drop of scalding liquid uncontrollably slid down from the corner of her tightly closed eye, landing right where her lips met her skin, leaving a small wet mark...

The man held the naked woman in his arms, motionless, as if he wanted to carve the real feeling of touch that he had lost and regained at this moment firmly into his bones and blood.

It was not until the sky outside the window gradually revealed the golden light of the morning sun that he fell into a light sleep, still hugging his beloved, due to extreme fatigue and great mental exhaustion.

…

After receiving the call from Yu Sixie reporting that he was safe, the Yu Mansion, which had been shrouded in low pressure for several days, was finally injected with a warm current.

Mother Yu's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed and she let out a deep breath, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

His eyes involuntarily turned red, and he clasped his hands together, whispering repeatedly: "Amitabha, may the Buddha bless me... I've found it, I've found it..."

Although Yu Ping didn't say anything, the frown that had been on his face for many days finally relaxed. He put the teacup that he had been holding in his hand back on the table steadily. However, he stood up and paced much more briskly.

The happiest thing is Xizhi.

He had been curled up in the corner of the sofa holding his mother's quilt. When he heard his father's call, his little face instantly brightened up.

Holding Yu's mother's legs, Xizhi raised his head and asked anxiously: "Grandma! Did you find Mom? Did Dad find Mom? Mom is coming home?"

"Yes, yes, Dad has found Mom, and Mom will be home soon."

Mother Yu bent down and hugged her grandson in her arms, her voice choked with sobs but full of relief.

A huge stone fell from her heart, and Yu's mother immediately had an idea.

She quickly arranged a vehicle and took Yu's father and Xizhi straight to the popular Qingshan Temple.

The hall was filled with the aroma of sandalwood and the sound of Buddhist chants.

Mother Yu knelt on the cushion with an extremely pious expression, holding three incense sticks in her hands and bowing deeply to the solemn and majestic Buddha statue.

"Buddha and Bodhisattva, thank you for blessing Xiaoxi's safe return."

She prayed softly, each word filled with sincere gratitude, "Please continue to bless Xiaoxi, so that she will be free from illness and disaster, and have good health and happiness. May everything go smoothly, so that she never has to go through these hardships again... May they live in harmony and happiness in the future, and everything will be fine..."

Yu Ping also burned incense and bowed solemnly.

Xizhi imitated his grandmother, kowtowed earnestly, and muttered softly: "Please pray that Mom will come home soon, and pray that Mom will never be sick again, and never be sad again."

After returning from the temple, Yu's mother did not stop for a moment and immediately directed the servants in the house to start working.

"Quick, clean the room thoroughly and change the curtains and bed sheets to Xiaoxi's favorite pink!"

"Prepare some light and nourishing ingredients in the kitchen. Xiaoxi was frightened and needs to be taken care of!"

"Check all the flowers she likes in the yard and cut off any dead leaves!"

Mother Yu was supervising everything herself, busy inside and outside, with a smile and glow on her face that had not been seen for many days.

The entire Yu family was busy and filled with a joyful atmosphere.

…

Xitong woke up with a severe headache and dry mouth.

She struggled to open her heavy eyelids, and her blurry vision gradually came into focus.

The first thing that caught her eye was the ceiling chandelier, and then she felt an unusual heat and weight around her.

Suddenly turning his head sideways——

The next second, Xitong almost gasped and woke up instantly!

There was a strange man lying next to her!

Even when he was fast asleep, there was a lingering trace of fatigue and deep worry between his brows, but this could not in the least detract from the almost sharp perfection of his facial features.

His jawline was clear and smooth, his nose high, and his lips pressed into a slightly cold, straight line. Unlike Wen Yanming's meticulously crafted, bookish beauty, this man's handsomeness carried a raw, aggressive masculine charm, like a sword unsheathed, like a silent volcano.

It's dangerous, yet it has a strong attraction that makes your heart beat irregularly and your mouth dry.

His suit was wrinkled from a night of strain, his tie was loosely torn, and two buttons of his shirt collar were undone, revealing his well-defined collarbone and a small patch of wheat-colored chest.

A smell mixed with the faint smell of tobacco and the sharp breath of men lingered faintly at Xitong's nose.

Her mind went blank, and she was so shocked that she could hardly think.

Then, an even more horrifying discovery made Xitong's blood freeze - he was naked under the quilt!

The alcohol made her forget that she had taken off all her clothes and looked in the mirror yesterday.

"ah!"

Xi Tong let out a short cry of surprise, sat up suddenly, and hurriedly pulled the quilt to wrap herself tightly. The movement was so large that it woke up the man who was sleeping lightly next to her.

Yu Sixie opened his eyes almost at the moment Xi Tong exclaimed.

Those deep eyes were initially hazy and subconsciously alert from just waking up, but the moment they met Xitong's gaze, they instantly became completely clear and... unable to conceal their eagerness and tenderness.

"Xiao Xi, are you awake? Are you feeling unwell? Does your head still hurt?"

He immediately propped himself up and asked with concern, his voice a little hoarse because he had just woken up, but unusually gentle.

However, Xitong's reaction was like a basin of ice water poured over him.

She hugged the quilt and shrank back suddenly until her back was against the cold headboard, with nowhere to retreat.

The pair of eyes looking at Yu Sixie were filled with complete vigilance, strangeness, confusion, and a hint of unconcealable...panic of being violated.

Like a deer caught in a trap, watching the hunter suddenly appear.

There are no surprises, no dependence, and not even a trace of familiarity.

There was only complete, cold strangeness.

Although he had already known from Wen Yanming that Xi Tong had lost her memory, when he saw with his own eyes those eyes that had once been filled with love and trust for him, now filled with complete emptiness and alienation, Yu Sixie still felt a sharp pain as if his heart was instantly hollowed out and then crushed.

His breath suddenly stopped, his face turned pale in an instant, and all the words he had prepared were stuck in his throat, leaving only silent heartbreak.

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

Xitong clutched the quilt in front of her chest so tightly that her fingertips turned white. She was the first to break the suffocating silence, her voice trembling with uncertainty and vigilance: "Who... who are you? Why... are you here?"

Her eyes quickly scanned the room, as if searching for a weapon to defend herself or a route of escape.

Yu Sixie's heart ached even more when he saw Xi Tong looking at her as if she was facing a great enemy.

But he took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the pain and soreness that was welling up in his eyes.

Now is not the time to dwell on sadness.

He pulled the corners of his mouth, trying to make his expression look relaxed and even a little cynical, although the smile did not reach his eyes.

He deliberately straightened his wrinkled suit jacket slowly, his eyes fell on the quilt wrapped tightly around Xitong, and his tone was filled with just the right amount of lazy joking:

"Miss, shouldn't I be the one asking you this question?"

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes sweeping meaningfully over the messy bed and the way she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.

"You were the one who held me tightly last night and insisted that I stay to 'keep you company'."

He drawled out his words, his tone filled with a hint of helpless accusation, "What? You turned your back on me the moment you woke up, planning to abandon me?"

Spreading his hands, Yu Sixie made a slightly exaggerated sad expression.

"Alas, I'm such a good young man, and my clean reputation has been ruined by you. Miss, shouldn't you... be responsible for me?"