Chapter 466 Come to my house to sleep sometime
Chu Zihang's Murasame is a controlled knife, and it is usually troublesome to transport it when he goes out on missions. However, it was much simpler this time when he went south. Xia Mi simply hid it in her hair ornament.
After ascending to the status of Hela, the goddess of death, she used her butterfly hair ornament as an anchor point to create a miniature Nibelungen as her personal space, hiding Fenrir inside and carrying it with her.
To save herself some trouble, she simply told Murasame and her idiot brother to squeeze in together.
Anyway, there was enough space, so I also squeezed my luggage in.
As for whether doing so would be too ostentatious, almost like plastering one's true identity on Chu Zihang's forehead.
In any case, the two of them already knew each other's identities, but they both pretended to be oblivious in a tacit way.
Having lived in the human world for many years, Xia Mi has seen and read many melodramatic romance movies and novels. She doesn't say that loving someone means accepting everything about them, but she believes that love can transcend species.
Look at those Indians... cough cough, that's not the right example, let's find another one.
Look at that Zeus, he chiseled everything that flies in the sky, runs on the ground, or swims in the water.
Never mind, that example isn't quite right either. Zeus should sit at the same table as the Indians.
Twilight is great; it's a love story between a vampire and a human.
In the past, Xia Mi might have worried that she and Chu Zihang would become the ill-fated couple in other people's eyes.
But now, she can live however she wants.
If you have something to say, go say it to my fist and Lu Mingfei.
Since she was going back to the capital early the next morning, Xia Mi was too lazy to bother tearing off the dust covers from the furniture in the living room. She decided to put them back on after a good night's sleep.
She pulled Chu Zihang along and led him up the old wooden stairs to the second floor.
The living room on the second floor was much more spacious than the one on the first floor, with only an old-looking fabric sofa, a glass coffee table, and a TV cabinet against the wall.
Chu Zihang's gaze fell on the glass coffee table, a hint of daze flashing in his eyes, as long-forgotten memories quietly surfaced.
When Xia Mi first brought him home, he often sat in front of this coffee table, burying himself in helping her with her homework, which was as simple as an open-book exam in kindergarten.
Xia Mi, on the other hand, would play music behind him and practice yoga.
At that time, although she was as thin as a bamboo pole that hadn't fully grown out, her body proportions were excellent, with a slim waist, long legs, and a perky bottom.
Moreover, they like to wear those tight-fitting high-waisted yoga pants that perfectly accentuate their leg lines. What young man could resist such avant-garde uniform temptation?
Back then, Chu Zihang was just a teenager with no emotional experience and his heart was far less strong than it is now.
Faced with the Dragon King behind him, who lacked martial ethics and skills and relied solely on numbers, he could only lower his head and concentrate all his attention on his homework, afraid that he might accidentally fall for a honey trap.
Xia Mi noticed him staring intently at the coffee table, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. She moved closer to him, nudged him lightly with her elbow, and said in a teasing tone:
"Remember now? You used to be too scared to turn around and look at me when I danced."
"What, is it because you're afraid that falling in love will prevent you from obtaining the true scriptures?"
She teased Chu Zihang, saying he was like Tang Sanzang, who didn't dare to express his feelings when he met someone he liked.
Chu Zihang felt a ripple in his heart. At that time, he did have a firm goal, just like Tang Seng, but when faced with Xia Mi's proactive attack, he was actually unable to resist for long and slowly succumbed.
He had only suppressed his feelings because of the revenge target that was destined to lead to his destruction.
Satisfied after teasing Chu Zihang, Xia Mi gave the order:
"Alright, stop standing there like an idiot. Go take a shower first, and I'll make the bed."
Upon hearing the word "bed," Chu Zihang was momentarily stunned.
He was prepared to sleep on the floor or the sofa, so why this unexpected surprise?
Xia Mi saw him staring blankly again and tilted her head to look at him: "Why is that expression? Do you not know how to use my water heater, or are you scared to take a bath alone and want me to scrub your back and give you a massage?"
She winked and pronounced the words "scrubbing and back massage" in a particularly suggestive way.
Upon hearing this, Chu Zihang's eyes subconsciously glanced at the girl's infinitely beautiful yet regrettable body, then quickly looked away, shook his head, picked up his clothes, and strode into the bathroom.
Xia Mi looked at his slightly disheveled back, her smile froze for a moment, then she looked down and a small cross-shaped vein popped out on her forehead.
What did that look in his eyes mean just now? Was he looking down on my magnanimity?!
She clenched her fists, her knuckles cracking, but ultimately suppressed the urge to rush into the bathroom and beat up that clueless guy.
Oh well, there's plenty of time in the future...
There will be plenty of opportunities to deal with him later!
Chu Zihang did feel somewhat constrained in the bathroom.
I don't know if it was because it was the first time I was spending the night at the house of a girl I liked, or because I was in her private space where she usually bathed and changed clothes, a space filled with her everyday life.
In short, he felt uneasy all over, and his face felt inexplicably hot.
Seeing the cute toothbrush cup on the washstand, as well as some other small items that belong to girls, made him acutely aware of his current situation, and his heart couldn't help but race.
But having received professional training, he quickly calmed down. Rather than dealing with this minor shock, he decided to think about what to do when he got out.
What if Xia Mi really opened the bedroom door, sat on the bed, patted the bed, and said to him, "Come on, let me see"?
Should we refuse outright or accept reluctantly?
After taking a shower with mixed thoughts, he changed into the same style of pajamas he had bought with Xia Mi when they went shopping together in the capital.
Yes, that is, what is commonly known as couple's pajamas.
Shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, made of pure cotton, one blue and one pink.
He actually takes showers quite fast, but today was a special day, so he took it extra seriously.
Even if nothing happens, try to keep things as clean as possible and don't get Xia Mi's bed dirty.
Stepping out of the bathroom, still warm from the steam and smelling of shower gel, I saw Xia Mi nestled on the sofa, playing on her phone, her eyes crinkling and a smile she couldn't suppress, chatting animatedly with someone.
Seeing him come out, Xia Mi looked up and sized him up, her eyes sparkling, and even whistled like a female hooligan.
"Oh, it's out of the oven? It smells pretty good," she said with a grin.
Chu Zihang: "..."
"Have a seat for a bit, I'm going to take a shower, it'll be quick."
Xia Mi put down her phone, took out a change of clothes from her bag, and strolled leisurely into the bathroom, which still smelled of shower gel.
Chu Zihang looked at the closed bathroom door, feeling that something was off.
If their genders were reversed, and they were using a bathtub just now, it seems like Xia Mi just wants to use his bathwater while it's still hot...
Cough cough, it shouldn't be that perverted.
Chu Zihang shook his head, banishing the absurd thought from his mind, and felt that he must have been infected by Fingel.
Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
The thought of the girl inside, naked and bathing under the running water, separated from him by only a door, even using the same bathroom and the same shower gel, made Chu Zihang's thoughts, which he had just suppressed, begin to drift again, and his eyes involuntarily wanted to glance towards the bathroom.
But no, he's a righteous young hero, we can't do such a despicable thing!
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
The sudden ringing and vibration of his cell phone promptly drew his attention back.
It was my mom calling.
Although Xia Mi had erased the memory of being chased by Deadpool after accidentally entering Nibelungen, Su Xiaoyan remembered clearly the fact that he had secretly returned to the country and was secretly dating Xia Mi.
Calling at this hour is definitely to gather intelligence.
As expected, once the call connected, Su Xiaoyan began a series of roundabout probes.
"Son, have you eaten? Where are you?"
When do the school's final exams end?
"When are you planning to come home? Mom will bring a few aunties to pick you up."
The earlier questions were alright, just testing whether he was lying, but the later questions gradually revealed his true colors.
"Zihang, do you have any close friends at school?"
"When they come back from their holiday, I can invite them to come over to my house."
Chu Zihang: "..."
Now he was absolutely certain that Xia Mi had been chatting with someone while holding her phone and beaming.
No wonder she was so happy; she probably charmed her mother with just a few words.
There was nothing he could do but try his best to cope, explaining that the school had enrollment quotas that required his assistance, and that he was currently not in Kassel.
As for classmates, there are plenty of good friends. If you really extended an invitation, the entire Lionheart Society could come to China and form a tour group.
Su Xiaoyan knew perfectly well what was going on on the phone, but she didn't expose him. Instead, she went along with his words and asked about a key question:
"So where are you sleeping tonight? Is the school providing accommodation, or... did you book a hotel room?"
When she asked this question, there was a hint of expectation in her tone that was hard to detect.
No, what are you expecting?
Do you expect your son to make mistakes?
Chu Zihang was silent for two seconds, his gaze involuntarily sweeping over the bathroom where the sound of dripping water still emanated. In the end, he chose to tell the truth, even though it sounded even more explosive: "I'm staying at a classmate's house for one night."
As soon as she finished speaking, a muffled "bang" came from the other end of the phone, followed by Su Xiaoyan's gasp.
"What's wrong?" Chu Zihang asked, puzzled.
"N-nothing!" Su Xiaoyan's voice was tinged with pain, yet she was also suppressing her excitement: "I accidentally bumped into the coffee table, but it's nothing, it doesn't hurt at all!"
Joy can turn to sorrow, but is it possible to experience both pain and joy simultaneously?
Chu Zihang was speechless, but he could imagine his mother getting so excited when she heard that her son was going to spend the night at his future daughter-in-law's house that she jumped up from the sofa and slammed her knee into the coffee table.
It's quite funny.
"Ahem, well..." Su Xiaoyan cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound normal: "Zihang, when you're staying at a classmate's house, be polite and don't cause them any trouble, okay?"
"Um."
"Also, it's only polite to reciprocate. Next time you have time, bring your 'classmate' over to our house!"
"We have so many guest rooms. Mom will have Aunt Tong clean up the best and most spacious one, making sure she stays comfortably!" Even through the phone, Su Xiaoyan's calculations were practically jumping onto Chu Zihang's face.
He was a little helpless, but did not refuse directly, saying that he would bring her to his home if there was a chance.
After reminding his mother to drink less alcohol and get some rest, Chu Zihang finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard her excitedly hang up the phone.
He got up, took a carton of newly bought milk from his shopping bag, went to the kitchen, washed two glasses, and filled them.
Since there's no microwave, I heated it directly with Junyan.
Carrying two steaming cups of milk back to the living room, Xia Mi just came out of the bathroom.
Like a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally beautiful without any artifice, its beauty is beyond words.
The girl, fresh from her bath, wore matching pajamas in a different color, the soft fabric clinging to her body's curves. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, and her fair cheeks were flushed a delicate pink by the steam. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Even though Chu Zihang considered himself to be resolute, he couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds before coming to his senses and placing one of the glasses of milk on the coffee table in front of her.
"Drinking some milk can help you sleep."
"What do you mean?" Xia Mi plopped down on the sofa, tilting her head to look at him.
“This is my mother’s habit,” Chu Zihang sat down next to her and explained. “When she was little, she always had trouble sleeping. Only by drinking a cup of warm milk with half a spoonful of sugar before bed could she stay awake.”
"Adding sugar makes you gain weight and causes breakouts." Xia Mi said this, but she had already picked up the cup, feeling the warmth from her palm:
"However, beautiful girls don't need to care about such trivial details!"
She raised her glass and gently clinked it against Chu Zihang's: "Cheers!"
Chu Zihang smiled and said, "Cheers."
The two of them nestled together on the not-so-spacious sofa, shoulder to shoulder, legs touching.
Xia Mi only needs to tilt her head slightly to naturally lean on Chu Zihang's strong shoulder.
Chu Zihang didn't need to turn his head to smell the same fresh scent of shower gel on the girl as he was on himself.
An indescribable sense of intimacy and belonging flowed quietly in the air, giving one a fleeting feeling of the warm daily life of a newlywed couple.
"Want to know who I was just talking to?" Xia Mi asked suddenly, taking a small sip of her hot milk.
"My mom," Chu Zihang answered without hesitation.
"Hmph, you're smart. Now, do you want to know what I talked about with her?"
"I'd like you to come to my house to play."
"Wow, you really know your auntie!" Xia Mi nodded with a mischievous smile. "If I didn't know she was your mother, I would have suspected that she had some ulterior motives towards me, or that she was some strange auntie who specializes in seducing naive young girls."
Chu Zihang silently complained to himself, "She really has ulterior motives towards you. Her ultimate goal is to bring you home as her daughter-in-law."
“She just called me too,” Chu Zihang said, “and told me to come over to my house sometime.”
"Oh?" Xia Mi deliberately drew out her words, leaning slightly towards him with a sly smile. "Did your aunt say I could stay overnight at your house?"
Chu Zihang nodded, somewhat suspecting that this guy might have been eavesdropping behind the bathroom door while he was talking to his mother earlier.
"If I go to your house, where should I sleep at night?" Xia Mi looked at him with a playful expression.
Chu Zihang immediately understood her intention. She was planning to give him a taste of his own medicine; she would treat him the way he would treat her when she visited his home in the future, just as he would treat her in the future.
However, even if Chu Zihang had a hundred times the courage, he would never say something like, "Of course you'll sleep with me when you come to my house."
So he gave a standard and honest answer: "There are guest rooms in the house."
Upon hearing this, Xia Mi couldn't help but burst out laughing, and the laughter grew louder and louder until she almost fell over, bumping her head against Chu Zihang's shoulder.
"Then you'll have to sleep in the guest room tonight, what a pity..."
"What's a pity?" Chu Zihang couldn't help but ask.
Xia Mi leaned against him, arms crossed, a sly smile on her face: "Too bad I was thinking of slacking off and letting you sleep on the sofa! Looks like I won't have the chance!"
Chu Zihang: "..."
He was about to say something when his gaze inadvertently drooped slightly due to the height difference and angle between them.
Xia Mi's laughter was a bit too loud just now, and the loose neckline of her pajamas was slightly disheveled, revealing a small patch of her fair, white skin, and a faintly visible...
What's going on? Are you seeing things?
When did Xia Mi get injured? Why does it look like there's a scar?
He paused for a moment, instinctively wanting to look more closely to confirm whether he was seeing things.
But Xia Mi had already keenly noticed where his gaze was focused, and immediately stopped her "casual" display of affection, reaching up to adjust her collar and narrowing her eyes:
"Chu Zihang, what were you looking at just now?"
Chu Zihang snapped back to reality, immediately sat up straight, and stared straight ahead, as if he wasn't the one whose gaze had been wandering just now: "I wasn't looking at anything."
"You mean you didn't see anything?" Xia Mi's tone turned dangerous, and she leaned forward slightly, almost pressing her entire body against him.
Chu Zihang instinctively wanted to answer "I didn't see anything," but his strong combat intuition and sense of crisis made him realize something was wrong and stop himself in time.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Xia Mi stared at him for a few seconds, noticing his slightly unfocused gaze, and a hint of smugness and satisfaction appeared on her face.
"Hmph, you're smart to know what's good for you." She said, reaching out and giving Chu Zihang's firm chest a light pinch, as if she wanted to get back the advantage she had just been taken advantage of.
I must say, it feels pretty good; no wonder some people get addicted.
"Alright, go to sleep." She stood up, looking down at Chu Zihang.
"You're not allowed to do anything bad at night."
Chu Zihang opened his mouth, wanting to say "You too," but in the end he said nothing and nodded in agreement.
(End of this chapter)
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