Chapter 159 [May roses accompany you in your dreams tonight]

To avoid trouble, Xia Mian didn't want to say a word during the live stream that night and planned to just dance.

Before dinner, Xia Mian was doing her workout at the gym when she noticed Zhou Pingchuan standing at the door again, like a handsome door god.

Summer Sleep paused the music: "Have you eaten?"

Zhou Pingchuan: "Hmm."

"Next time, just have the maid call me. You're tired from work, so take more time to rest."

Translated: No need for you to come, just go somewhere cool and stay there.

He felt he had made himself quite clear, but Zhou Pingchuan seemed not to understand: "I'm not tired, watching you dance is very interesting."

interesting?

What's interesting about it?

He's not a monkey in a zoo for everyone to watch!

Xia Mian almost rolled her eyes: "Oh. I have to learn this dance. Since you like watching, you can just stand at the door and watch."

After saying that, Xia Mian ignored the other person, turned the music back on, and continued learning the remaining two eight-beat sections.

This dance has more rhythm and tests basic skills more. The movements are fragmented but not difficult. Xia Mian danced it very easily, so much so that when she was distracted, she could often feel the gaze from behind her.

The gaze was unabashed, fixed directly on him. Xia Mian remembered that Zhou Pingchuan used to dislike looking at him, and would even avoid giving him a glance when speaking.

I don't know when it quietly changed.

...It's creepy.

The more he thought about summer sleep, the more he cared, and the more he cared, the more obvious his feelings became. Eventually, he couldn't stand it anymore and glared at the other person in the mirror.

Good-looking people can even look good rolling their eyes; it's a mix of reproach, sullenness, and shyness. Zhou Pingchuan chuckled, and before he could accuse him first, he retorted, "You're the one who made me stand at this door."

aestivation:"......"

Is it alright if he doesn't jump?

Anyway, she had already learned the moves, just wasn't quite proficient enough. Xia Mian grabbed a towel from the side, wiped her sweat, and walked out.

Zhou Pingchuan was still standing at the door. Seeing that he didn't intend to move aside, Xia Mian said, "Excuse me, could you please move aside?"

"Is it over?" Zhou Pingchuan asked.

"Well, I won't be a monkey to make you happy."

"Who said you're a monkey?"

"Look at the way you're looking at me, is there any difference between that and teasing a monkey?"

Zhou Pingchuan smiled and held up two fingers: "I swear, I've never treated you like a monkey. I also can't tolerate spending all my time in bed with a monkey, being intimate with him."

...How could they possibly have any physical contact?!

Xia Mian was shocked by his shamelessness. Unable to win an argument, she simply squeezed out his words from Zhou Pingchuan's side like toothpaste.

But Zhou Pingchuan was standing right in the middle, so Xia Mian couldn't squeeze out. Instead, Zhou Pingchuan reached out and put his arm around her waist.

A few days ago, during a live dance broadcast, Xia Mian tied the hem of her T-shirt, revealing a section of her waist. It was fair and delicate. I never imagined it would feel even better to hold her in my arms.

The skin was soft and delicately curved. My fingertips pressed against my hip bone, and I could vaguely feel the thin layer of skin beneath my clothes, and the burning heat.

“Mianmian,” Zhou Pingchuan said, “I don’t think I’ve offended you recently.”

Xia Mian retorted, "Third Master always has his own plans. What's with all this talk about provoking or not provoking? It's so rude."

"You call this not provoking me?" Zhou Pingchuan said smoothly, "Then move back to the master bedroom tonight. The guest bedroom is too cramped and inconvenient for you in the morning, how about that?"

Morning……

Because the bed was small, they inevitably ended up sleeping side by side. Xia Mian didn't know how he turned over, but when he woke up in the morning, his legs were draped between the other person's waist and hips.

The burning, scalding temperature on the side of my calf hasn't dissipated yet.

"...Not very good!"

Summer Sleep resolutely refused and continued to squeeze out.

Zhou Pingchuan wasn't about to let him go so easily: "Why?"

Xia Mian didn't want to say it, as she felt like a resentful husband if she did. But seeing Zhou Pingchuan's persistent attitude, Xia Mian was furious: "Because I need to work hard to find my way forward! The filming I'm currently doing has been put on hold. I was able to maintain my popularity through live streaming, but I'm being criticized and ridiculed because of my marital problems. I'm barely making ends meet, how can I have the mind to think about whether I can go back to sleeping in the master bedroom!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Pingchuan understood; the reason was roughly what he had expected.

Zhou Pingchuan released her hand, and before she left, he lingered his fingers around her waist.

Xia Mian's legs went weak from the lure, but thanks to her years of fitness training, she had strong muscle control and managed to run back upstairs to the restaurant without letting the other person see her loss of composure.

Fearing that eating too much would affect her dancing, Xia Mian only ate until she was about 70-80% full for dinner, and then went to the gym to prepare.

As soon as the live stream started, trolls immediately flocked to the scene, along with quite a few malicious individuals who just wanted to stir up trouble:

Should I continue complaining today?

Why are you looking so unhappy after your husband scolded you?

I was initially curious about how happy one could be after marrying a wealthy and powerful family, but now I realize it's nothing more than an unloved flower withering away.

Even though he wasn't loved, he gained attention and made money. How do you know he's unhappy?

[Hahaha, you've really snatched the bamboo shoots!]

Before the show started airing, Xia Mian had decided to ignore the haters, but some of their comments made him particularly uncomfortable and could easily affect unmarried viewers.

He turned up the volume and suddenly said, "Thank you all for your concern about my life."

The comments section quieted down for a moment. Perhaps due to the increasing negativity online, most celebrities now choose to ignore controversies, which is the best approach.

They were all a little confused because Xia Mian would respond personally.

Xia Mian: "I know that some people in the live stream came from yesterday's screen recording. First of all, I want to say that the video you saw was edited and spliced ​​together, and it is not the whole story."

"Secondly, I don't agree with some friends' views. While it's certainly nice to be pampered by your partner, I personally believe that life is your own, and we should focus on ourselves. If you are fulfilled internally, you don't need external emotions to fill the void. Arguing about whether you are loved or not is really unnecessary."

"Finally, as an artist, my purpose is to bring joy to everyone. I have no objection to what the audience wants to say. But everyone should carefully distinguish between opinions from all sides, maintain a stable core, and not be influenced, okay?"

Xia Mian spoke sincerely, and he especially wanted to tell his fans that the most important thing for a person is not to be loved, but to love themselves.

Before the fans could even voice their opinions, the haters started stirring things up.

【Oh my, you've broken down?】

[You've already written a long essay? What a terrible attitude!]

Having said what she wanted to say, Xia Mian couldn't be bothered with them at all. She turned off the comments and turned on the music.

I didn't get to make the call, and as luck would have it, my phone rang.

"Hello, is this Mr. Xia Mian?" an unfamiliar female voice asked from the other end of the receiver.

"Yes, please speak."

"Your flowers have been delivered. Please come out and sign for them."

"Flowers? I didn't order any flowers."

"Your name and phone number are correct."

It was cold outside, and the other person was a girl, so Xia Mian didn't have the heart to argue further. She picked up her phone, intending to go over and check. If it had been delivered to the wrong person, she could tell them in person.

Xia Mian thought to herself, "Why leave people outside in this cold weather? Let them come inside first. What if they get frostbite?"

When Xia Mian opened the door, he realized why the housekeeper hadn't let anyone in.

In the center of the courtyard, a giant bouquet of roses is in full bloom, seemingly numbering two or three thousand. Peach-colored, with half-cup-shaped blooms, if I remember correctly, it should be Juliet, the ace rose bred by David Austin, known as the most expensive rose in the world.

To avoid overshadowing the rose, it was wrapped in a semi-transparent light green tulle, like a newly ripened peach in winter, full of vitality, making people feel light and cheerful.

"I'm here!" The shop owner, accompanied by two employees, stood behind the bouquet and waved to Xia Mian.

Xia Mian was stunned. After a few seconds, she reacted and ran over: "Is it really mine?"

“Yes, it was ordered by a Mr. Zhou. I have a greeting card,” the shopkeeper carefully took the card out of his bag. “Take a look—this greeting card seems quite precious.”

It is very expensive, purely handmade, made of German imported parchment, inlaid with dazzling diamonds and gemstones, and heavy in a silk box printed with a code.

Xia Mian opened the box. On the greeting card was a short line of text, written in a strong, vigorous style, with a restrained gentleness at the end: "May roses accompany you in your dreams tonight."

Shop owner: "Oh, by the way, Mr. Zhou said there's a little surprise inside the flowers; you can play a treasure hunt game."

Xia Mian could no longer hear what the other person was saying; he was clutching the greeting card.

My heart is pounding...