Chapter 13. Song Huai, waking up from his drunken stupor: I'm numb.jpq
Bai Xiao was sitting in a chair, asleep by the bedside, breathing evenly. For some reason, despite his disheveled posture, he could sleep so peacefully.
From Song Huai's perspective, one could clearly see Bai Xiao's delicate, mixed-race-like eyebrows and eyes, as well as his distinct eyelashes.
Bai Xiao's head was resting on one hand, while his other hand was holding Song Huai's, their fingers intertwined tightly.
This was the first time Song Huai had seen Bai Xiao up close. He began to doubt whether he was in the real world. After all, the scene before him could only appear in a dream. No, he didn't even dare to dream about it.
He pinched his thigh hard.
"hiss!"
Song Huai grimaced in pain, unable to believe that it was all real.
But... but how is that possible?
Suddenly, some images flashed through Song Huai's mind—
He held Bai Xiao tightly, refusing to let go. He used Bai Xiao as a pillow and lunged at her...
"Bai Xiao, I want a hug..."
"We'll hold hands, you're not allowed to sneak away..."
"It's over, it's over," Song Huai lamented inwardly.
Wait, this isn't the worst of it.
Worse still, Song Huai didn't know if he had done anything even more outrageous to Bai Xiao.
Did I say anything inappropriate to Bai Xiao? Could it be that Bai Xiao already knows I like him?
In an instant, Song Huai had already mentally prepared for the worst: Bai Xiao discovering that she likes him, Bai Xiao getting angry, Bai Xiao divorcing him, Bai Xiao kicking him out.
Unwilling to think any further, Song Huai panicked and decided to flee the scene of the crime before Bai Xiao woke up—of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best.
Song Huai pinched Bai Xiao's fingers, gently prying them apart one by one, and then pulled his own fingers out one by one.
With his mission accomplished, just as Song Huai was about to get out of bed, a deep voice came from beside him: "Where are you going?"
Song Huai's heart skipped a beat, and his outstretched leg instantly went weak. Already suffering from low blood sugar, he collapsed onto the floor with a thud.
Song Huai looked up at Bai Xiao, who had somehow woken up, his eyes darting around, and said guiltily, "I...I'll go make breakfast."
"It's eleven o'clock now," Bai Xiao tapped her watch, glancing at Song Huai on the ground with a mocking smile, "Making breakfast?"
Song Huai didn't want to say anything more; he just wanted to get up quickly and leave the room.
However, Song Huai had barely eaten anything yesterday, and his stomach was now completely empty. In addition, he had just woken up from a hangover, and his head was spinning. He felt like the world was spinning, and it felt like there was a stick churning inside his stomach, making him feel nauseous and wanting to vomit.
Song Huai braced himself against the edge of the bed, trying to get up from the ground, but his limbs were weak and wouldn't obey his brain. He tried several times but couldn't stand up.
Not daring to imagine the look Bai Xiao was giving him, Song Huai just wanted to get out of Bai Xiao's sight as soon as possible. He was unwilling to give up and tried his best to stand up from the floor.
This time he did manage to stand up, but because he stood up too quickly, his vision went black and he was about to fall to the ground again.
The expected pain did not come. Song Huai fell into a warm embrace, and then he felt his body lighten.
Bai Xiao carried Song Huai in his arms and put him back on the bed.
For some reason, the scene felt very familiar. Another image flashed through Song Huai's mind—last night, it seemed that Bai Xiao carried him from the banquet hall back to the car, and then carried him home from the car.
Song Huai's already pale face turned even paler.
After gently placing Song Huai on the bed, Bai Xiao suppressed a laugh and teased, "Weren't you holding hands last night? Why are you running so fast today?"
Upon hearing Bai Xiao mention last night, Song Huai lowered his head, his face flushed with shame, and he stammered, "I...I didn't."
Bai Xiao tucked Song Huai back into bed and said to him, "Rest for a while and don't run around anymore. I'll go cook some porridge; you can have some first."
Seeing Bai Xiao preparing to leave, Song Huai immediately called out to him, "Bai Xiao!"
Bai Xiao turned around.
Song Huai said with shame, "I'm sorry about last night."
Before Bai Xiao could react, Song Huai cautiously probed again, "Last night, I didn't do anything more outrageous, did I?"
Bai Xiao thought about it carefully. He couldn't think of anything more outrageous than holding someone's hand overnight and not letting them go back to their room to sleep, so he said, "No."
Song Huai finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he wouldn't be kicked out. He said sincerely, "Thank you for last night."
Bai Xiao hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you... always do this when you're drunk?" Thinking of how Song Huai would hold onto other people's hands when he was drunk, Bai Xiao felt uncomfortable.
Song Huai screamed inwardly, "Of course not! Not to mention he rarely drinks, even if he did, he would immediately fall asleep. He usually has excellent drinking manners. I don't know what possessed him last night, he was so abnormal. Maybe it's because he met Bai Xiao."
It seems that Song Huai absolutely cannot drink anymore when Bai Xiao is around. Otherwise, even though nothing serious happened this time, there's no guarantee he won't cause some serious consequences next time.
But if he denied it, Song Huai would have no way to explain his behavior last night. He had no choice but to say, "Yes, I always act like this after drinking. I'm really sorry."
Song Huai apologized again, his tone suggesting a deep estrangement between them, which made Bai Xiao feel even more uncomfortable. But he said nothing more, silently turning and going downstairs.
After Bai Xiao left, Song Huai's anxious heart gradually calmed down, but the dizziness and nausea he had ignored due to tension returned. At the same time, the pain in his stomach suddenly intensified, and countless pain nerves simultaneously sent signals to Song Huai's head, causing his entire body to tremble slightly from the pain.
During this period, Song Huai either ate with Bai Xiao, or Bai Xiao would personally bring him food, or send someone to bring him food. As a result, his diet has become much more regular recently, and he hasn't felt such an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach for a long time.
In the past, Song Huai could endure stomach pain and it would pass, but this time, he felt that he could no longer bear such pain—probably because once a homeless child has tasted food and warmth, he can no longer endure wind and snow.
Song Huai clutched his stomach tightly with both hands, panting heavily, trying to alleviate his discomfort.
However, it was all in vain; despite the cool weather, his back was soaked in cold sweat.
A short while later, Bai Xiao returned with a bowl of chicken soup. Song Huai's nausea intensified after smelling the oily aroma of the chicken soup.
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