Chapter 49 (Forty-Nine Chapters)
While she was half asleep, Luo Xincheng vaguely heard rustling noises around her.
At first, she thought she was dreaming, and in her half-awake state, she even turned over, trying to skip over this part of the dream.
When I first turned over, it was quiet, but after a short while, the noise started again.
What the heck... Could it be that a mouse got into the room?
She struggled to open her eyelids, half-closing her eyes, and suddenly saw a dark figure standing at the foot of the bed.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and the bright light from the living room shone through the crack, casting a hazy glow on the otherwise dark room.
In the dim light, Luo Xincheng saw that the tall figure was slightly hunched over, moving back and forth as if doing something, accompanied by a faint swishing sound, making the scene indescribably eerie.
Grass!
A ghost has entered my house!
Startled, Luo Xincheng jolted awake, her drowsiness vanishing instantly. She sprang to her feet and quickly turned on the light.
Snap!
The room was instantly illuminated, revealing all signs.
Luo Xincheng pressed the light button and quickly looked towards the foot of the bed. At that moment, a tall figure turned around, tilted his head slightly, and looked completely bewildered.
"Why did you suddenly wake up?"
Fu Zhiheng took the mop and wiped away the last bit of water on the floor. Then he walked to the bedside, knelt down, and kissed her hand. "Did I disturb you?"
He tilted his head back, his fair cheeks flushed with an unnatural red, and his eyes behind his glasses were slightly narrowed, revealing a hazy, unfocused look.
It's obvious they drank quite a bit before coming.
Luo Xincheng slowly shifted her stunned gaze from his face, glanced at the mop he had just placed down, and then looked at the floor that he had mopped until it was gleaming. She felt her heart still pounding wildly, almost bursting out of her chest.
"You were just..." she said, finding it hard to believe, "cleaning?"
Are you kidding me? Breaking into her pitch-black room in the middle of the night and making strange noises almost made her think her house was haunted... At the very least, it should be a thief, right?
And what a surprise! It turns out you were the one mopping the floor?
Do you know how bizarre this scene is?
Fu Zhiheng's cheek was pressed against the back of her hand, his body temperature was very high, "Yes, you said on the phone before that you wanted to hire a housekeeper to clean."
His mind was not clear after drinking, so he spoke very slowly in order not to say the wrong thing, which made it a little difficult to understand.
A small smile played on his lips, a hint of smugness in his expression. "Since I had some free time, I thought I'd help you clean up. I cleaned it very well."
Luo Xincheng scratched her head, her mind a complete mess, "...Are you out of your mind, coming to my house to do housework in the middle of the night?"
Others get drunk and have sex recklessly, their lewd tendencies explode, and you get drunk and your lewd tendencies explode too, but it's Housework, right?
“Do you know how scary you are?” she suddenly pulled a baseball bat from the gap between the bed and the bedside table. “I almost hit you on the head with this thing.”
Fu Zhiheng stared at the baseball bat, blinked slowly, and looked disappointed. "I'm sorry, I scared you."
He held her free hand, his cool fingertips slowly stroking along the base of her thumb. "I didn't mean to disturb your sleep. I thought my movements were quiet and wouldn't make a sound."
He buried his face in her hands in frustration. "I was going to give you a surprise, but I messed it up."
"I'm so useless."
He let out a deep sigh, his hot, moist breath spraying onto the skin of her palm, making Luo Xincheng's scalp tingle.
She resisted the urge to pull her hand back and put the baseball bat back in its place.
"Never mind, you meant well..." She paused, still a little scared, "But next time, please give me a heads-up, don't just show up at my house without a word and do my chores."
Fu Zhiheng looked up at her, his eyebrows curving into a smile, his voice soft and ethereal.
"But you're sleeping so soundly, I don't want to wake you up."
Luo Xincheng suddenly couldn't understand what he was saying, "...You're not still watching me sleep by the bed, are you?"
"Yes." He admitted without hesitation, explaining slowly, "You said you wanted to eat braised dishes and desserts, so I bought them for you. I wanted to wake you up to eat them, but I was worried that you wouldn't be in a good mood if you didn't get enough sleep, so..."
Luo Xincheng replied helplessly, "But in the end, you still woke me up."
"I'm sorry." He turned his head, resting his cheek on her hand, her cool hair swaying by. "Do you still want to eat something? You said on the phone that you wanted to drink with me, and that I could hold you and cry."
He laughed as he spoke, seemingly full of anticipation.
Luo Xincheng was speechless and choked with emotion.
He seems quite drunk, not at all ashamed to say such things.
She threw back the covers and got out of bed.
"I'm already awake, and you've already bought the snacks to go with the drinks, so of course I'll eat!"
Back in the living room, Luo Xincheng instructed Fu Zhiheng to unpack the food he had prepared while he went to the wine cabinet to get some wine.
"Isn't just drinking a bit monotonous...?"
She remembered that the design company had also set up a home theater for her, so she immediately grabbed her wine and moved to the new location.
"Let's go somewhere else, let's go to the media room..."
Even though I drank too much, my memory is still so good.
"I didn't say I wanted to watch a movie."
Upon entering the dark and cramped audio-visual room, Luo Xincheng walked straight to the screen without turning on the lights and placed the things she was carrying on the table.
"Would you like to watch Doraemon or Crayon Shin-chan?" She sat cross-legged on the sofa, picked up the remote, and said, "Or would you prefer Chibi Maruko-chan? Or Pokémon?"
Fu Zhiheng's sluggish brain completely shut down, and after a long while, he stammered, "...They're all children's cartoons?"
The shutdown lasted too long, and by the time he spoke, the screen already showed Ash and Pikachu battling together.
"This one will do."
Luo Xincheng put down the remote control and happily began to eat and drink.
He bought quite a few snacks to go with his drinks. In addition to what she mentioned on the phone, he also bought some duck products, and the variety of desserts was also more extensive.
After eating the salty food, eat the sweet food, and after eating the sweet food, drink some wine.
Luo Xincheng was a little sleepy at first, but she became more and more energetic after eating her fill.
Fu Zhiheng barely touched her food. While she was enjoying her meal, she only held a small piece of strawberry cake, staring blankly at the lit screen. It took her a long time before she used a fork to scoop some cake into her mouth, her movements as slow as a malfunctioning machine.
Are you sleepy?
After eating and drinking his fill, Luo Xincheng wiped his mouth, sensing that something was wrong with him.
"How much did you drink before coming to my house?" She pinched his cheek and tugged it. "Are you the type to get sleepy when you're drunk?"
He shook his head. "No."
Her eyes darted around, and she half-jokingly asked, "So... you're the type who wants to do housework when you're drunk?"
His answer was cunning: "I'm like this even when I'm not drunk."
Luo Xincheng: "?"
Before she knew it, Fu Zhiheng had moved closer to her without making a sound, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I'm very diligent and good at housework," he said with a smile. "When you passed by the living room just now, didn't you notice how clean the table and floor were? I wiped and mopped them all."
Luo Xincheng couldn't help but admire, "You really have a knack for things."
He chuckled softly at her words, his chest trembling slightly as he pressed against her shoulder.
She patted his soft, fluffy head and asked him if he wanted to go to sleep. He shook his head and said, "You said you would drink with me, but we haven't drunk much yet. You've been eating the whole time."
Luo Xincheng: "...Didn't you also drink some while you were eating?"
Under Fu Zhiheng's expectant gaze, she rolled up her sleeves. "Okay, I'll drink with you now... Wait a minute, I'll go get something from the fridge."
After saying that, she pushed Fu Zhiheng away from her body and walked quickly to the kitchen, where she took out several bottles of fruit juice and lemon mint from the refrigerator.
Remembering that they might kiss later, she paused, put down her things, and quickly brushed her teeth.
When they returned to the home theater, they saw that Fu Zhiheng had taken off his coat and was curled up on the sofa, hugging a pillow in his arms.
At first, Luo Xincheng wondered if he was asleep, but when she got closer, she saw that he was still staring at the curtain with his bright eyes wide open.
He turned his head to look at him, his tone inexplicably aggrieved, "You're finally back."
This counts...
She didn't seem to have been gone for very long, did she?
"Alright, sorry to have kept you waiting." She put down the various bottles and jars in her arms, her tone light. "What would you like to drink? I'll make you something... never mind, there aren't many ingredients, you can drink whatever I make."
He sat up, hugging a cushion, and moved next to her. He watched as she poured most of the glass of ice into it, then added rum, lemon juice, and later, it seemed, Yakult.
She moved too quickly, and he was still dazed, so he didn't see clearly.
In short, the final product is a glass of wine with a pink-to-white gradient, with ice cubes floating in the pink liquid, and garnished with fresh mint leaves, which looks very beautiful.
"It's so beautiful." He inhaled the sweet and sour fruity aroma of the wine and whispered in her ear, "What's the name of this wine?"
She turned her head and met Fu Zhiheng's watery eyes; even through his glasses, she could feel his tender affection.
The words that were about to come out were swallowed back down as if by some strange impulse.
She held the wine glass to his lips and said mischievously, "My pink lover."
After saying it, she felt that the name she had come up with on the spur of the moment was too cheesy, and she couldn't stand herself, so she laughed embarrassedly.
Fu Zhiheng took a sip of wine from her hand, and hearing her sly smile, he understood.
"That's a lie, it's definitely not called that."
"Oh well, you're going to drink it all anyway, so what do you care what you call it once it's in your stomach?"
Seeing that her lie had been exposed, Luo Xincheng looked somewhat displeased and continued to feed him wine without saying a word.
The feeding was a bit too fast, and Fu Zhiheng was unable to speak. He swallowed the cold liquor rather awkwardly. He choked halfway through and coughed in embarrassment. The liquor he couldn't swallow in time dripped down the corner of his mouth, soaking his collar and sticking stickily to his skin.
"Oh no..." Luo Xincheng quickly put down the nearly empty wine glass and patted his back.
Although she said something like "Oh no," which sounded like an apology, there was no remorse on her face. On the contrary, she seemed quite excited, tracing the corner of his wet mouth with her fingertip and offering a comforting crocodile-tears-like sound, "How are you feeling? Are you okay? You choked, poor baby..."
"Ha, ha..." After coughing, he gasped for breath like a fish out of water. "I'm fine."
He wiped the spilled wine from the corner of his mouth, his face turning even redder. He seemed to feel dizzy and shook his head from time to time. Finding his glasses in the way, he took them off and placed them on the table.
Did you put too much rum in the bottle just now?
Luo Xincheng picked up the glass of wine he hadn't finished, took two sips, and thought, "Hmm, it seems like I accidentally put in too much."
"I……"
Just as she was recalling the mistake in the mixing ratio, Fu Zhiheng leaned closer, panting slightly. His breath was warm and moist, carrying a rich aroma of alcohol.
"I wore...that today..."
"Hmm?" Luo Xincheng finished her drink and glanced over casually. "Are you wearing the bracelet I gave you last time?"
He shook his head drunkenly, his hands trembling as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"no……"
After saying that, he ripped open his shirt, letting it hang loosely on his shoulders, instantly exposing his heaving chest to Luo Xincheng's eyes.
His chest was flushed with an unnatural redness from drinking, and his full muscles were tightly bound by crisscrossing thin chains. The flesh at the edges of the chains bulged outwards, and if you looked closely, you could see faint marks on his skin.
The chain hanging in the center swayed with each breath, its end sinking into the ravine around the waist and abdomen.
"It's this one."
He lowered his face shyly, and as if afraid she couldn't see him clearly, he deliberately puffed out his chest, the silver chain shimmering with tiny lights.
“I was wearing a chest chain.”
He said in a low voice, as if seeking credit.
Author's Note: I'm late! I'll be giving away 30 small red envelopes in the comments section. [cat paw emoji]
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