Chapter 12. Song Huai in a drunken rage: "Bai Xiao, I want a hug..."
Bai Xiao arrived at Song Huai's room and gently placed Song Huai on the bed.
This was the first time Bai Xiao had entered Song Huai's room since their marriage. Bai Xiao looked around and, to his surprise, the room was empty. Apart from a few clothes hanging in the wardrobe and some other essential household items, there was almost nothing else there.
It's as if Song Huai only considered this place as a hotel where he could leave at any time, and didn't regard it as a home.
Thinking of this, Bai Xiao felt inexplicably annoyed.
Then, Bai Xiao took off Song Huai's shoes. Smelling the smell of alcohol on the man in front of her, she brought a hot towel, intending to wipe him down a bit.
Song Huai's cheeks, which were just a light pink, have now turned a deeper red, as if they had been tinted with rouge, making her even more stunningly beautiful.
Bai Xiao hadn't drunk much alcohol today, but he felt somewhat tipsy.
He didn't know when, but his feelings for Song Huai had completely changed. Initially, Song Huai was just a business partner with whom he had no choice but to enter into a marriage of convenience, almost no different from a stranger. Later, he gradually came to see Song Huai as a very compatible roommate. Now, they... could they be considered friends?
Yes, Bai Xiao felt relieved. He and Song Huai were now friends, and all his actions towards Song Huai could be explained by their good relationship.
Bai Xiao gently wiped Song Huai's face, neck, and arms with a towel. When she reached Song Huai's hands, the scene she had just witnessed flashed through her mind: Bai Zhang's body was getting closer and closer to Song Huai, and his restless hands were on top of Song Huai's hands. He didn't want to stop easily; he wanted to continue touching other parts of Song Huai's body.
The hands before him were long, straight, and with distinct knuckles; without a doubt, they were the most beautiful hands Bai Xiao had ever seen. These were the hands that had played countless beautiful melodies on the black and white piano keys.
Unconsciously, Bai Xiao frowned and increased the force, wiping Song Huai's hand several times.
At this moment, Song Huai's raven-like eyelashes fluttered twice, and finally he opened his amber eyes, which seemed to hold a thousand stars as he stared motionlessly at Bai Xiao beside him.
"Did I wake you up...?" Bai Xiao asked, bewildered. "Do you want something to eat?"
Song Huai didn't react to Bai Xiao's words. He just smiled and called out, "Bai Xiao."
Bai Xiao sighed helplessly; it turned out this person was still drunk.
"Yes, I'm here."
"Bai Xiao...you are Bai Xiao..."
"Yes, I am Bai Xiao."
Seemingly confirming the identity of the person in front of him, Song Huai sat up, opened his arms, and pounced on Bai Xiao.
Bai Xiao didn't expect Song Huai to have this move, and before she could dodge, she was caught off guard and pounced on.
Bai Xiao: "..."
Bai Xiao struggled to pry the person clinging to her off: "Song Huai, stop messing around!"
Dissatisfied with Bai Xiao pushing him away, Song Huai's previously upturned lips drooped instantly, tears welled up in his eyes and fell one after another, as if he had suffered a great injustice. "Bai Xiao, I want a hug..."
Seeing Song Huai staring at him with teary eyes, Bai Xiao was instantly filled with guilt, as if he had really done something heinous.
The two stared at each other for a long time.
In the end, Bai Xiao couldn't bear Song Huai's pitiful eyes any longer. He surrendered, sighed, stepped forward, and gently pulled Song Huai into his arms.
After embracing Bai Xiao again, Song Huai's smile returned even before the tears in his eyes had faded.
Bai Xiao was stunned: No, is he doing Sichuan opera face-changing?
Bai Xiao gently wiped away Song Huai's tears with her fingers. "Good boy, go to sleep now, it's getting late."
Hearing Bai Xiao's words, Song Huai obediently lay down, but still stared intently at Bai Xiao, and said, "Okay!"
Bai Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. He carefully tucked the blanket around Song Huai to make sure Song Huai wouldn't catch a cold, and then prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, just as he got up, Song Huai called him back: "Bai Xiao, are you leaving again? Please don't leave me again..." In his drunken stupor, Song Huai thought that the boy he had seen for a lifetime by the lake was about to leave him again.
Bai Xiao was completely confused about what "again" and "again" meant, assuming that Song Huai was just talking nonsense because he was drunk, and didn't think much of it.
Bai Xiao was about to say that he was going back to sleep, but when he saw Song Huai's lips droop again, as if he was about to burst into tears again, he could only say, "I'm not leaving."
Song Huai seemed not to believe Bai Xiao's words. He reached out his hand to Bai Xiao and said, "Then let's hold hands. You're not allowed to sneak away."
Bai Xiao really couldn't do anything with this drunkard, so he had no choice but to sit down again and, just like a kindergarten child, actually took Song Huai's hand.
Dissatisfied with the way the two held hands, Song Huai let go of Bai Xiao's hand and then intertwined his fingers with Bai Xiao's hand again, one by one, before finally closing his eyes with satisfaction.
Bai Xiao was too lazy to argue with him anymore. He was tired after all the commotion. He knew he was destined not to be able to go back to his room to sleep tonight, so he simply grabbed Song Huai with one hand and lay down on the edge of the bed to sleep. He soon fell asleep.
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The next day, Song Huai opened his eyes to a blank ceiling. He blinked and it took him a long time to realize that he was back in the house he shared with Bai Xiao, and that he was lying on his bed in his room, covered by a blanket.
Song Huai felt dizzy and his head was throbbing. His stomach also began to ache again.
He felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
As his memories slowly returned, Song Huai remembered that at last night's birthday banquet, Bai Xiao's uncle came to toast him, and he couldn't refuse, so he drank all the wine.
And then... and then what?
Song Huai searched his mind for a long time but couldn't find any memories of what happened after that, so how did he get back?
Also, my own hand... seems to be grasping something, and that thing is warm.
Wait a minute, Song Huai realized something was wrong—there seemed to be someone next to him.
Realizing this, Song Huai shuddered, his slightly dazed mind instantly snapping back to reality. Logically, only he and Bai Xiao lived in this house, and the housekeeper only came to clean once a week. So who was beside him?
Song Huai's first reaction was that it was haunted, but then an even more terrifying thought popped into his mind.
The next second, Song Huai denied his guess. Impossible. Bai Xiao must be sleeping in his room. How could she have taken the wrong medicine and ended up sleeping next to him?
After struggling with his thoughts for a while, Song Huai still didn't dare to turn around and see what was going on. He was afraid that it was really haunted in broad daylight, and even more afraid that the person next to him was really Bai Xiao.
Song Huai counted down in his mind: three, two, one...
As the countdown ended, Song Huai cautiously and slowly turned his head. The scene before him gradually came into view, and his eyes widened instantly, as if he had been frozen in place.
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