For the next two days, Pei Xi was unable to have dinner with Jiang Cheng.
Zhuang Tiantian had previously joined the school's dance club, and they had been performing flash mobs on the school playground for the past two nights, so she asked Pei Xi to be her photographer.
She didn't trust Chen Liang because of her impulsive and energetic nature, and Qi Yushu knew nothing about photography.
Therefore, Pei Xi naturally became a conscript.
When she told Jiang Cheng about this, Jiang Cheng didn't say anything, only that he knew.
Pei Xi felt that this person was too easy to talk to, without any emotion at all, and didn't need a single word of comfort.
So she would bother him on WeChat from time to time, asking if he had watered the little plants on his windowsill, or what takeout he had eaten, just some trivial chatter.
But Jiang Cheng always responded promptly.
There was a little incident during the flash mob these past two days: the dance club president took a liking to Pei Xi and wanted her to join, but she flatly refused.
Pei Xi was very self-aware; she was nothing like her friends. She had never had any talent for singing or dancing.
Hmm... actually, Pei Zhi is too.
Singing and dancing genes can be inherited. Every time Pei Zhi goes to KTV, his singing can only be described as howling like a banshee.
If the two sing together, the melody will drift all the way to Siberia.
Pei Xi remembered that her father sang quite well, so her off-key singing was probably inherited from Pei Ruoyun.
Actually, the dance club president didn't really want Pei Xi to dance very well; he mainly thought Pei Xi was pretty and could be used to enhance the club's image.
Moreover, she has a deep understanding of human nature. Beautiful people have an eye-catching buff no matter what they do. Even if they don't dance well, the contrast will make them a different kind of attraction.
However, Pei Xi refused her repeated invitations.
No means no. Besides, she has important things to do.
Pei Xi was preoccupied with Jiang Shuyu's condition; she felt that she might care about his health even more than Jiang Shuyu himself did.
However, to be fair, Jiang Shuyu really didn't disappoint her.
The day after the flash mob event ended, his cold actually got better completely, and he even sent a message in the group to inform Pei Xi.
Pei Xi gave him a thumbs up in her heart, thinking that Brother Jiang was really a person of great taste.
The day after Jiang Shuyu sent the message was Saturday. Pei Xi got up very early and went straight to the studio.
The studio door was tightly closed, and Jiang Shuyu probably hadn't arrived yet. Pei Xi took out his key and went straight in.
Upon opening the door, Pei Xi was momentarily stunned to find the space in front of Jiang Cheng's computer empty.
She placed the breakfast she had bought on the way on the table, then tiptoed inside and saw a person lying on the folding bed.
Pei Xi paused in his steps.
Jiang Cheng was curled up on the bed, his legs dangling over the edge, and he was even wearing shoes.
His posture didn't look comfortable; he didn't seem ready to sleep. He just seemed to want to rest, but he fell asleep uncontrollably.
He wasn't even covered with a blanket, probably because he was a little cold, and his body was hunched over in an arc.
Pei Xi stood by the door, staring blankly for a few seconds.
Then she quietly walked over, pulled over a blanket from one side, and covered him with it.
The moment the blanket fell, Jiang Cheng's tightly closed eyelids suddenly twitched, and then he slowly opened halfway, his eyes still sleepy and hazy.
In his dazed state, he saw Pei Xi's face and instinctively called out to her, "Pei Xi..."
Pei Xi bent down and tucked the blanket around him, then softly hummed in agreement.
"It's me."
Jiang Cheng seemed not to be awake yet; his eyelashes fluttered, and his eyelids closed drowsily again.
She had seen him sleeping several times, whether he was slumped over his desk at school with his arm draped over the back of his neck, or on the bus with his arms crossed, eyes downcast, and chin buried in his collar, he always exuded a guarded, cold, and distant aura.
But things are different now.
He seemed very tired; the coldness in his eyes was gone, replaced by a completely unguarded weariness.
Pei Xi's heart softened, and she raised her hand to touch his face with her palm.
It's hot and soft.
However, the next second, Jiang Cheng suddenly turned his head, gently pressed his cheek against her hand, and grabbed her wrist with one hand.
He didn't open his eyes, but simply moved his hand in hers like a small animal.
Pei Xi was taken aback.
She thought he seemed a little sleepy, probably thinking he was dreaming.
Pei Xi couldn't help but laugh. Jiang Cheng's eyes and brows actually had a look of contentment, and he even looked somewhat obedient.
She used to think that the word "well-behaved" had absolutely nothing to do with his appearance.
But she had to admit that Jiang Cheng looked quite well-behaved at that moment.
Nobody would believe me if I told them.
Because no one else could see this scene except her.
Pei Xi hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to pull her hand away or let him keep pressing down on her. After thinking for a while, she simply squatted down and quietly looked at him.
Even at such close range, every single eyebrow and eyelash is so clear.
Pei Xi's gaze swept over his features one by one. His skin was very good; even if he stayed up late frequently, he wouldn't get pimples. Every part of his face was flawless.
She thought, "So this is what it means to like someone: even their sleeping face is incredibly cute. Seeing them asleep makes my heart soften without even realizing it."
Pei Xi curled her lips into a smile. She couldn't help but wonder if Jiang Cheng had looked at her like this the day she fell asleep here drunk.
She had no idea.
She reached out her other free hand and touched Jiang Cheng's hair on his forehead, as gently as if she were stroking the fur of a small animal.
The next second, her palm was suddenly brushed by an eyelash, sending a ticklish sensation through her.
Jiang Cheng slowly opened his eyes.
Upon seeing Pei Xi, a visible look of bewilderment flashed in his eyes, which gradually turned into clarity.
I don't know how tired he was, but his inner double eyelids turned into outer double eyelids after sleeping, and there was a clear crease on his thin eyelids, which even made him look less cold.
Pei Xi blinked, moved the hand that was being held down, and unconsciously pinched his cheek with her fingertips, asking softly, "Awake?"
Jiang Cheng stared at her, clearly stunned.
"If you're sleepy, take a nap," Pei Xi said again.
Jiang Cheng slowly sat up, then shook his head, his tone somewhat hesitant: "...When did you arrive?"
Pei Xi felt the weight off her hand and slowly withdrew it. Her wrist was a little numb, so she turned it around and rubbed it while saying softly, "It was about a few minutes ago."
Then she looked up at Jiang Cheng and said in a complaining tone, "My hands are numb."
Jiang Cheng paused for a moment before speaking, "I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize," Pei Xi chuckled lightly. "It was my own choice."
He wasn't aware of it; she deliberately didn't pull it out.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng hastily looked away, threw back the covers, and got up, saying, "I'm going to wash up."
Pei Xi watched his retreating figure, a hint of amusement in her voice: "Then hurry up, I bought breakfast, it's almost cold."
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