Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Not an Illusion

Ten o'clock in the evening.

Song Jianan was browsing part-time job information and was about to doze off when the video call rang. Seeing the caller's name, he suddenly woke up. After hesitating for half a minute, he sat up, pulled the quilt to cover his bare chest, and pressed the answer button.

Why are you calling me this time?

It was bright outside Song Yuqiao's place. He was in a hurry and the camera was shaking. The moment he answered the phone, his eyes immediately looked towards the camera.

In the camera, the boy's shoulders, neck and arms were exposed to the light, his skin was snow-white, his chest was blocked by the white quilt, a nervous look appeared on his face, his watery black eyes were wide open, looking at him.

Song Yuqiao's expression was not as scary as it was during the last call. Song Jianan felt a little relieved and less nervous. He took the initiative to speak: "Brother, what's the matter?"

Song Yuqiao asked, "Are you ready to sleep?"

Song Jianan nodded, his slightly curly chestnut hair hanging softly on his forehead, swaying with his movements. He replied, "I just played with my phone for a while, and I'm getting ready for bed."

Song Yuqiao hummed, and seemed to have entered the room. Song Jianan heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and tried to find a topic to talk about: "Brother, did you just arrive at the hotel?"

Song Yuqiao sat on the sofa, the camera stopped shaking, and he briefly described his itinerary: "I had a meeting after getting off the plane, and just arrived at the hotel."

Song Jianan was speechless. After thinking for a while, he said awkwardly, "I'm so busy."

Song Yuqiao sat down, his eyes fixed on the screen, staring at the half-hidden figure opposite him, who occasionally revealed a little pink due to small movements but was unaware of it. He raised his hand to untie his tie and threw it on the sofa. His voice was a little darker: "Why are you sleeping in the guest bedroom?"

Song Jianan let out a soft cry, his eyes blank for a moment.

Where else could he sleep if not in the guest bedroom? On the sofa? Thinking of the latter, he suddenly felt uneasy, thinking he had done something wrong and should have gone to the sofa in the living room.

Song Yuqiao's Adam's apple moved a few times, forcing himself to look up, but his eyes fell on two slightly open lips. The lip color was a healthy pink, and a bright red could be seen in the gap.

He asked hoarsely, "Sleeping without clothes?"

Song Jianan was stunned, forgetting the trouble caused by the previous question. He quickly covered himself with the quilt, covering himself tightly, leaving only one arm exposed to hold the mobile phone.

His face flushed slightly, and he whispered, "I didn't bring any pajamas."

In fact, he didn't have any pajamas. His previous pajamas were all at the Song family's and might have been thrown away.

Song Yuqiao looked at him straight, "Jia Jia, go to my bedroom and find my pajamas to wear."

Song Jianan thought it was too much trouble and shook his head gently: "I will buy pajamas tomorrow, so I can make do with it tonight."

Song Yuqiao came back to his senses and realized what he had said. His eyes darkened and he looked away from the screen, saying nonchalantly, "Whatever you say."

Song Jianan responded dryly.

Then, the two looked at each other and there was silence.

Song Jianan grabbed the quilt at a loss, his dark eyes rolling around aimlessly.

He actually didn't quite understand why Song Yuqiao called him. They had no topics to talk about.

After a while, Song Yuqiao seemed to remember the purpose of the call and asked, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable at night?"

Song Jianan said: "It's not uncomfortable, it will be fine after taking the medicine."

Song Yuqiao nodded to show that he understood, and the two fell silent again.

Song Yuqiao seemed to finally feel the embarrassment and said to him, "Go to sleep."

Song Jianan responded dryly again, and after a few seconds he hesitated between going downstairs to sleep on the sofa in the living room and lying down to sleep. He decided to pretend that he had forgotten Song Yuqiao's questioning, chose to lie down, and pulled the quilt up. He didn't want anyone to know that he was being driven downstairs to sleep on the sofa.

After lying down, Song Yuqiao did not give him any further hints about where to sleep, so Song Jianan told himself in his heart that Song Yuqiao allowed him to sleep in the guest bedroom.

Song Yuqiao didn't hang up the phone.

Song Jianan frowned and thought for a while, then picked up his mobile phone, swung the camera towards himself, then reached out and pressed the switch on the bedside, and reported obediently: "Brother, I'm lying down and ready to sleep." You go and get busy.

Song Yuqiao responded but still didn't hang up the phone.

Song Jianan didn't dare to hang up. He hadn't finished reading the part-time job information he had just seen, and was worried about it. But Song Yuqiao asked him to sleep, so he could only pick his fingers in the quilt, secretly worrying about when Song Yuqiao would hang up the phone.

The phone was placed on the pillow, and occasional sounds from Song Yuqiao could be heard.

Beneath me was a large, soft and comfortable bed, the quilt was neither too thick nor too thin, just right for this season, and the sound of the dripping rain was blocked outside the window.

Without the lights, the guest bedroom seemed very quiet. Song Jianan opened his eyes and looked at the dark ceiling. Gradually, the corners of his eyes became slightly moist.

Amidst the subtle breathing sounds, Song Yuqiao suddenly heard Song Jianan ask in a very soft voice.

"Brother, are you there?"

Everything today is not my illusion, right?

Song Yuqiao: "Hmm?"

Song Jianan curled his lips silently in the darkness, "Brother, you will be there tomorrow too, right?"

When I wake up tomorrow, I will be able to smell the fragrance of flowers in Xihe Garden, right?

Song Yuqiao pondered for a few seconds, and his voice seemed to lower and soften. In the cool night, it was less cold and more gentle: "Jia Jia, go to sleep, I will be back soon."

Song Jianan closed his eyes, forgetting that he had to look at the part-time job information, and fell asleep soon after.