Chapter 33 Sleeping Together

As soon as you enter the stone doorway, the surrounding air instantly becomes cool.

The buildings here are so close together that sunlight rarely reaches them. Shi Qingci noticed a small Sichuan restaurant next door with a signboard covered in cobwebs. It was too early for the restaurant to open yet.

Cheng Jia, with the straw of her millet porridge in her mouth, leaned against the man next to her, being pulled along like a crab.

He had no idea that he was only able to move normally because of this man.

"Okay, okay, I'm home now, you can go, you can go..."

"The third floor?" Shi Qingci ignored the drunkard's nonsense.

How can he walk when he's this drunk?

The stairwell is too narrow.

They can't even tolerate two people.

Shi Qingci was worried about letting the drunkard walk behind, so she pushed Cheng Jia's shoulder and told him to go first. Cheng Jia was wearing black straight-leg jeans, and Shi Qingci only then noticed that he wasn't wearing a belt and had a sequined silver chain around his waist.

The silver chain kept swaying as I went up the stairs.

He swayed behind Cheng Jia's thighs.

It makes you want to pull it off.

"Walk properly." Shi Qingci glanced at Cheng Jia a couple more times, not intentionally trying to see Cheng Jia's butt, but it was indeed hard not to see it as he swayed back and forth.

Cheng Jia staggered as she finished the last mouthful of millet porridge.

“I said, where’s my meat pie?” He looked back.

"Don't move!" Shi Qingci instinctively reached out to help, because Cheng Jia almost fell backward when she turned her head to talk to him. To protect her, he could only hold Cheng Jia's waist with both hands and support her as she walked up.

This waist is very slim and has a supple feel against the skin.

Through the light brown hoodie, Shi Qingci pinched him under her palm.

"Ugh," Cheng Jia suddenly straightened his back to avoid it, unable to bear the tickling. In the dimly lit stairwell, he pressed his hand against his waist and turned his head to ask in confusion, "...Why are you pinching my waist? Are you touching me?"

He asked the question earnestly yet bewilderedly, his palm pressing against the back of Shi Qingci's hand.

This is a demeanor that the top salesperson never had when they were sober.

He's incredibly pure when he's drunk.

“Do nothing,” Shi Qingci said through gritted teeth, her anger flaring. She simply pinched him again on a whim, finding the feel pleasant. “Continue, upwards.”

Cheng Jia twisted and said, "Damn it, stop touching my waist, get away from me."

"Shut up." Shi Qingci snapped at him, then frowned. "What kind of lousy place did you rent?"

Earning so much money.

Where did the money go?

"......"

Mr. Shi had never seen such a shabby house before.

An old-style residential house with two bedrooms and one living room.

The dark yellow tile floor may have originally been white.

In feng shui, a layout where the entrance faces directly into the bathroom is called a "door clash," which is why the rent is cheaper.

On the left side of the living room, there is a simple rectangular aluminum lamp. The windowsill, which is about half a person's height, is fitted with a security grille that blocks the view outside the window, preventing any sunlight from entering.

But outside the window is the back of another building.

Even without security bars, sunlight can't get in.

The worn-out beige floral fabric sofa, clearly used by the landlord for many years, is only 1.5 meters long, with a black baseball jacket draped over the armrest.

Shi Qingci has a habit of changing shoes when entering the house, but she couldn't find a foyer cabinet after searching for a long time.

Next to the coat rack behind the door, there was a simple white shoe rack with five or six pairs of shoes: two pairs of leather shoes, two pairs of sneakers, one pair of Doc Martens, and one pair of slippers.

Cheng Jia leaned against the wall next to the clothes rack.

With his eyes half-closed, he was panting heavily as he climbed the stairs.

He bent down, kicked off his sneakers, and drunkenly slipped on his black sandals: "I'm home..."

"..." Shi Qingci remained silent.

A pair of eyes quietly watched Cheng Jia.

Cheng Jia seemed very relaxed, as if she had instantly gained a sense of security.

The route they were taking at this moment was already familiar to them.

I went straight to the kitchen and found a half-full bucket of mineral water.

There was a blue bear plastic water cup next to him. He poured a full cup, leaned on the cabinet, and quickly finished it. He was very thirsty after drinking, and he was pulling at the hem of his clothes, about to take them off.

"You have to wash your hands before you can eat the pancakes," Shi Qingci said, standing at the kitchen doorway.

I saw Cheng Jia's living conditions and environment with my own eyes.

It just feels like things are in such a terrible state.

Even the deepest hatred fades.

Cheng Jia only realized there was someone else in the house when he heard a sound behind him. Perhaps the cold water made his alcohol-induced mind suddenly clear, and he threw off his clothes and turned around.

Then I recognized it as Qing dynasty porcelain.

He put down his water glass, raised his hand to pat his forehead in a daze, and turned to look at the doorway again, only to find it still there!

Cheng Jia asked, "You, what are you doing here? What are you doing at my house?"

"You've lost your memory again." Shi Qingci approached him, carrying a meat pie.

On the way back with the drunkard, I kept recognizing him, calling him "designated driver," and even talking about the new bartender.

It is clear that Cheng Jia is extremely mentally unstable.

Cheng Jia stared blankly as President Shi strode towards him with his long legs. President Shi naturally took out a plate, placed ten palm-sized meat patties on it, then stood next to him, turned on the tap, and began to wash his hands.

"Meat patties," Cheng Jia said, her fingers itching to eat.

Shi Qingci reminded them again: "Wash your hands."

“...Oh, you’re still the same.” Cheng Jia smiled and kept urging him to wash his hands.

They didn't ask why Shi Qingci was there, because they couldn't tell if it was an illusion.

I used to see this person a lot when I was drunk.

He stood next to Shi Qingci, looking down at the sink.

A pair of hands with distinct knuckles were being washed under the jet of water. Shi Qingci's hands were very beautiful, long and clean, with neatly trimmed nails and faint blue veins on the back of her hands, giving them an inexplicable sexiness.

Cheng Jia stretched out her hand, and her little finger, adorned with a silver ring, swayed and touched the other person's hand under the water column, on the side of Shi Qingci's hand.

Cheng Jia wasn't sure if she had done it on purpose.

But I really want to touch it.

"...Do you want me to help you wash?" Shi Qingci glanced at Cheng Jia's little finger, not caring that the drunkard accidentally touched him.

Shu Moujia's pure white soap was kneaded in Shi Qingci's palm.

Knead until you get a rich, creamy white foam.

Cheng Jia kept watching, and for some reason his breathing became lighter. He took a deep breath, his voice hoarse: "No, no need."

He lowered his eyelids and waited for Qingci to move her hand away.

I resisted the urge to grab his hand.

"Your ring..." Shi Qingci sneered, her deep, mellow voice ringing in Cheng Jia's ear, "Which patron gave it to you? It's so cheap, and you wear it every day."

"..." Benefactor?

What kind of customers are called "patrons"?

Cheng Jia felt stung by those two words and it was hard for her not to be angry.

The person who is always relentlessly mocking him is...

Anyway, I'm different from others.

Fueled by alcohol, he retorted, "Is the pigeon you gave me that expensive?"

It was a ring I bought from a street stall.

It's only sixty-odd yuan.

"That kind of trash is something you insist on getting; I never gave it to you." Shi Qingci denied Cheng Jia's statement. Even though he knew Cheng Jia was drunk, he would still chat with him.

Even if Cheng Jia might not like what I say.

But every sentence received a response.

Cheng Jia pursed her lips, wanting to laugh, but her eyes welled up with tears. She lowered her head and said, "I know, I'm not worthy to wear Young Master Shi's ring. What is your status and what is mine, right?"

Therefore, he never wore it.

It was just a chain hanging around her neck.

I didn't put it on my finger.

“You’re sick,” Shi Qingci replied.

"......"

Wash your hands thoroughly.

Cheng Jia carried the plate containing the meat patties to the living room.

Shi Qingci followed him casually, asking, "How long have you been living here?"

There are few traces of daily life, or rather, very few things were bought.

Apart from the necessities, there was not a single superfluous decoration.

On the simple coffee table made of wooden planks, there were several lighters, a pack of tissues, and a very cheap hexagonal transparent ashtray with cigarette butts that hadn't been cleaned for two days.

The house wasn't very clean.

It does not meet the hygiene standards of Qing dynasty porcelain at all.

But this is very much like Cheng Jia.

This is where Cheng Jia lives.

"More than a year, about." Cheng Jia answered slowly, biting into a hot, fragrant pie.

He was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, wearing white boat socks.

The sofa is only 1.5 meters long.

Shi Qingci looked around and could only sit down next to Cheng Jia.

"!" Cheng Jia's body stiffened abruptly because his knee was pressed against the thigh of the person next to him.

Warm, hard.

He turned his head and looked at Shi Qingci in a daze: "...How come you're really here?"

"Talking in your sleep again, what else?" Shi Qingci replied lazily to the drunkard, her gaze sweeping over the simple surroundings before finally settling on the open, earthen-yellow bedroom door.

They ignored the person still eating a meat pie on the sofa.

He had only sat down for a few seconds when he stood up and wandered towards the bedroom.

I want to see the place where Cheng Jia slept for more than a year.

Observe Cheng Jia's current living situation.

"Oh, oh." Cheng Jia was a beat slow to react, leaning back on the sofa eating a pancake, too hungry to think about anything else.

I still can't figure out how Shi Qing porcelain ended up here.

However, it's most likely just a hallucination.

Cheng Jia eats very quickly; she only needs to eat five and a half out of ten pies to feel full.

He said that buying six was the amount of food he would eat before drinking water.

He bought too much porcelain; he couldn't finish it all.

Feeling sleepy right after eating, Cheng Jia took off his socks on the sofa, slipped on his slippers, and walked to the bathroom while holding onto the wall. He usually didn't take a shower when he was this dizzy.

I rinsed my feet, washed my face, and brushed my teeth before going to bed.

Today was no different. Cheng Jia quickly rinsed her feet by holding onto the bathroom sink, then bent down to wash her face. Halfway through rinsing her mouth, she heard someone talking beside her.

"Are you going to sleep?" Shi Qingci asked from the bathroom doorway.

He had just gone to the bedroom and saw thin curtains through the makeshift window.

A very uncomfortable sleeping environment.

But because of the quilt that smelled of Cheng Jia, Shi Qingci suddenly... felt a little sleepy.

After all, he had stayed up all night, so it's normal for him to feel sleepy now.

It is not safe to drive back to the villa when you are fatigued.

The sofa is too small to sleep on.

In short, he could only sleep in Cheng Jia's bed.

I slept with Cheng Jia.

It's been decided.

"......"