Chapter 24 After all that fussing, we finally got to bed…
Chapter 24
Neither of them was willing to back down, and they stood silently facing each other.
They stared at each other in silence for a long time.
Chu Xingli mentally reviewed her and Luo Xiaoran's current situation and suddenly found it quite amusing.
I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Seeing that he couldn't hold back anymore, Luo Xiaoran couldn't help but laugh too, and sat back on the sofa, clutching his torn pants.
"Why are you sitting down?" Chu Xingli forced herself to stop laughing and asked Luo Xiaoran, "Shouldn't you change your pants?"
Luo Xiaoran knew how to put Chu Xingli on the moral high ground. He casually picked up his phone from the coffee table, took a picture of Chu Xingli as usual, and replied, "You'll pay for my pants. I believe you."
Chu Xingli: "..."
Okay, okay, Ranzi, no matter where the conversation goes, you always manage to steer it back to the pants, don't you?
It's obvious he really likes these pants.
[Ranzi Bro: You absolutely have to pay for these pants today!]
[Hugs: I didn't expect him to be so persistent!]
[Give him a hug and make amends, otherwise he'll start crying again soon (pointing fingers)]
Luo Xiaoran kept looking at Chu Xingli with unwavering determination.
Chu Xingli couldn't stand that look.
It looked pitiful and wronged, like a wet little dog.
"Fine, fine, fine, I'll compensate you!" Chu Xingli reluctantly conceded.
Luo Xiaoran then relaxed and leaned back on the sofa, tilting her head slightly to look at him, perfectly hiding the puppy's smug joy.
Chu Xingli picked up her phone.
Knowing that Luo Xiaoran liked sportswear, she respected his taste and opened the chat window with her assistant.
"Xiao Zhou, please prepare one for me..."
Before he could finish speaking, Luo Xiaoran reached out and stopped him, pressing down on Chu Xingli's finger and dragging it to the "Cancel Send" button on the screen.
"I'll wear yours."
Chu Xingli frowned: "Wear mine, can you even fit into it...?"
He didn't finish his sentence.
Because the strong-willed CEO Chu reacted quickly, indirectly praising the enemy's strength was tantamount to admitting his own defeat.
How could he say that Luo Xiaoran couldn't fit into his pants? Wouldn't that boost others' morale while diminishing his own?
[Hug managed to stop the car in time, but it was too late, haha]
They must be two sizes apart, right?
[I'm so excited! Ranzi's shoulders are so broad, he can completely envelop me in his arms.]
Who understands the sense of security that a broad-shouldered husband brings? o(╥﹏╥)o
[Hugs: That was close! Everyone almost found out I'm not as big as Luo Xiaoran.]
Chu Xingli cleared her throat and walked towards the wardrobe: "What color do you like?"
From the moment she arrived at the filming location, Chu Xingli did not proactively pack her suitcase.
As for why the clothes automatically appeared in the wardrobe, it's all thanks to Mr. Snail, Luo Xiaoran.
Seeing that Chu Xingli was willing to give him a pair of pants, Luo Xiaoran was in a great mood and stood up to walk to Chu Xingli's side.
"casual."
I like them both.
Chu Xingli, taking advantage of Luo Xiaoran's inability to see his own thoughts, gave him a pair of sweatpants that would minimize the size difference between them.
“I thought there would be some very strenuous activities,” Chu Xingli explained, “so I brought this over.”
Luo Xiaoran knew he was clarifying his aesthetic sense, so he nodded and smiled, "I know, it's a pity there are no events, which is why I got to benefit from it."
Chu Xingli felt emotionally valued and handed him the pants with a smile.
Because of the injury on his hand, it was really inconvenient for Luo Xiaoran to change his pants.
He took the pants, walked to the blind spot of the camera, sat down on the chair, remained silent for a while, and then looked up at Chu Xingli.
Chu Xingli: "..."
So you've completely latched onto him, haven't you?
"Alright, alright, I'll change it for you." Chu Xingli gave in to the injured man without any hesitation.
He walked up to Luo Xiaoran, took the pants, and was about to do something when he hesitated.
...Isn't this a bit ambiguous?
"We've always been good friends, haven't we?" Although Luo Xiaoran didn't say anything, he was constantly trying to figure out what Chu Xingli was thinking.
Seeing Chu Xingli hesitate for a moment, he immediately added fuel to the fire, weakening Chu Xingli's current thoughts.
The unsuspecting CEO fell into the trap again.
That's right.
He had previously told Luo Xiaoran that they had no emotional foundation, and that they wouldn't become enemies after the divorce; they could be good friends.
This is the cooling-off period for divorce. Once the time is up, the two people will no longer be bound by the marital relationship. There's nothing wrong with helping a friend in advance.
[Tonic! Luo Xiaoran, please stop trying to fool my wife with these tonics! (crawls around on the floor)]
My baby's been completely fooled, hahaha!
Thinking about this, Chu Xingli finally understood and realized the truth.
He deftly reached out, avoiding the wound on Luo Xiaoran's hand, and quickly changed his clothes.
"Okay, how does it look?"
Luo Xiaoran awkwardly pulled upwards with his right hand and looked at Chu Xingli: "It didn't come up."
There was no light in the corner where they changed their pants, and Chu Xingli had taken off her glasses when she came in, so she couldn't see very well for a while.
Luo Xiaoran took two steps toward the light so that Chu Xingli could observe more easily.
Chu Xingli is efficient and decisive; he solves problems as soon as they arise.
"No problem."
Seeing this, he stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Luo Xiaoran's waist, grabbed the sides of his pants, and pulled them up forcefully.
Luo Xiaoran: "..."
"How is it now?" Chu Xingli always respected any request from the client and tried his best to meet it.
...Not only have the things that should have been raised not been raised, but other areas are also somewhat constrained.
However, Luo Xiaoran didn't dare to say it, and shook his head: "It's fine, let's leave it at that."
Little did Chu Xingli know that he was hesitant to speak and noticed that Luo Xiaoran's pants needed to be pulled up a bit.
She wrapped her arms around Luo Xiaoran's waist again, even more dutifully than last time.
Fortunately, Luo Xiaoran had a stable stance; otherwise, given Chu Xingli's method of lifting people up by their pants, he would have been thrown onto the sofa long ago.
"Okay, that's enough, thank you for the hug." Luo Xiaoran quickly stopped him to avoid having to go to the hospital again.
Chu Xingli stopped with satisfaction, looking at Luo Xiaoran with an expression of admiration, as if he were appreciating his own work.
Normally, his size and Luo Xiaoran's size are two sizes different, but the pants he gave Luo Xiaoran were his loosest pair.
Therefore, for Luo Xiaoran, it wasn't extremely tight; it was just a little cramped.
But Chu Xingli had a tendency to demand perfection in everything. He examined it carefully for a while, then waved his hand at Luo Xiaoran:
"Take it off, you look like a young punk."
Luo Xiaoran: "..."
I don't believe it.
[Haha, this energetic young man is hilarious! Hugs! Your expectations are a bit too high!]
[Ranzi Bro: I finally managed to trick her into taking her clothes off, and you think I'd just take them off like that? No way!]
[Hugs, you underestimate Ranzi. Even if your pants are so tight they stop his blood circulation, he won't give them back to you today.]
Luo Xiaoran was clearly very satisfied with the new pair of pants he had received.
He ignored Chu Xingli's advice not to wear it out, folded the pants neatly with one hand and put them aside, seemingly intending to make them part of his outfit for tomorrow.
"I'm going to take a shower."
Luo Xiaoran's tone sounded casual, but his pronunciation was very clear.
Chu Xingli couldn't ignore the meaning of any single word in that sentence.
Just as Luo Xiaoran had predicted.
He had barely finished speaking and hadn't even taken two steps when Chu Xingli, who was sitting on the bed replying to emails, hurriedly stood up.
"No, you can't take a bath by yourself!"
Chu Xingli quickly walked over and stopped him.
"Let's forget it. We're getting a divorce, and I don't want to cause you any trouble."
Luo Xiaoran's eyes looked so obedient and docile that Chu Xingli was completely unaware that she had fallen into a trap.
"But your wound can't get wet." Chu Xingli frowned slightly, and grabbed Luo Xiaoran's bathrobe to prevent him from going into the bathroom.
It would be troublesome if I got infected.
"Never mind, I'll help you wash." Chu Xingli remembered the doctor's orders and also believed that taking care of Luo Xiaoran, who was injured while saving her, was a matter of course.
There's nothing to be embarrassed about.
Luo Xiaoran's face remained expressionless as he politely thanked him, saying, "Then I'll trouble you to give me a hug."
[Brother Ranzi, no wonder you have a wife]
[They've tamed us with their hugs and made us turn into mandarin ducks!]
【Then~ I'll~ have to~ give~ you~ a~ hug~~ (loopy shaking head.gif)】
If I could be hugged like that to you, I'd be willing to become Luo Xiaoran after I'm injured.
Chu Xingli was anxious. Before helping Luo Xiaoran into the bathroom, she even forgot to turn off her microphone and block the camera in the room.
So much so that she was completely unaware that while she was helping Luo Xiaoran release water, the comment section of the live stream had become a stage for the audience to revel.
Looking at the rippling water in the bathtub, Chu Xingli couldn't help but feel grateful that Luo Xiaoran's first place in stewing goose had brought them such good living conditions.
"You've had a long day, take a bath to relax." Chu Xingli said, her back to Luo Xiaoran as she busied herself. After saying that, she went outside and brought in a small stool, placing it at just the right distance from the bathtub.
Luo Xiaoran stood behind him, a long-lost warmth welling up in her heart.
"Don't soak in the bath for too long," Chu Xingli wrapped Luo Xiaoran's wrist with a towel and placed it on the edge of the bathtub to prevent it from getting wet. "I'll stay here with you. Just tell me if you need anything."
“Okay,” Luo Xiaoran said.
Luo Xiaoran was indeed very tired.
He leaned against the headrest in the bathtub, his eyes slightly closed.
I only planned to rest for a bit, but I ended up falling asleep right away.
When he woke up again, he found that Chu Xingli had already drained the water from the bathtub and was drying his arms with a towel.
The two were very close to each other.
Luo Xiaoran's heart skipped a beat the moment he opened his eyes.
Chu Xingli has a beautiful lip shape.
When he's focused on something and doesn't speak, his philtrum is slightly pressed against his lower lip, which gives people a rare sense that he's actually quite serious.
"You're awake," Chu Xingli noticed Luo Xiaoran's eyelashes fluttering out of the corner of her eye, turned her head to look at him, and asked with a smile, "How did you sleep?"
Luo Xiaoran stared at his face and nodded hesitantly: "Very good."
“You can’t soak for too long,” Chu Xingli explained while still busy wiping his other arm, “so I took the liberty of turning off the water and planned to dry you off with a towel before carrying you to bed.”
He was referring to the time last night when Luo Xiaoran carried him to bed.
Luo Xiaoran couldn't help but laugh: "I'm very heavy."
Chu Xingli noticed and shrugged: "Yeah, after I finished wiping your arm, I realized that carrying you out of this bathtub might be a difficult thing for me."
Luo Xiaoran took the bath towel and dried himself off, then stepped out of the bathtub and put on a bathrobe.
"Isn't it inconvenient for you to wash your hair too?" Chu Xingli realized she had said something pointless.
But wouldn't it be a little... weird for a man to wash another man's hair?
"Don't bother washing my hair," Luo Xiaoran said preemptively, as if she had guessed his thoughts. "I can manage on my own."
He genuinely didn't want to trouble Chu Xingli anymore.
Hugs isn't in good health, so I shouldn't do so many things for him.
However, Chu Xingli's protective instincts were instantly aroused.
[Thanks to the production team for the great sound quality, it's just a pity there's no video footage (slurp)]
I understand now, all I need is tea to get a hug.
No, you also need to have a face as awesome as Luo Xiaoran's.
I feel like Hug is the kind of guy who, if I keep pestering him, will agree to be with me (hands clasped in prayer)
[Waaaa, this seemingly grumpy hug actually has an incredibly soft heart.]
"I'll wash you," Chu Xingli said to herself, mentally preparing herself before reaching for the showerhead. "Put your hand on my shoulder, be careful not to get water on your wound."
Luo Xiaoran was significantly taller than him.
Just as Chu Xingli was about to stand on tiptoe, Luo Xiaoran took the initiative to bend down.
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble." Luo Xiaoran's politeness was evident at all times.
Chu Xingli felt a little embarrassed after being thanked so frequently by Luo Xiaoran.
He pursed his lips and poured water over Luo Xiaoran's head: "How's the water temperature?"
The water for washing your hair should be a little warmer than the water for showering for a more comfortable experience.
“Just right,” Luo Xiaoran said.
“You didn’t cause me any trouble, it’s all what I should do,” Chu Xingli said sincerely. “You saved me from getting hurt, so it’s actually me who caused you trouble.”
He added, "Next time I encounter this situation, I can't sacrifice myself like this again."
“Even if I had to do it a hundred times, I would still make the same choice.” Luo Xiaoran lowered his head, and Chu Xingli could not see the expression on his face.
Chu Xingli was slightly stunned, and only came to her senses when the stray showerhead splashed water on her wrist.
After a long pause, he sighed.
Luo Xiaoran keenly observed the change in Chu Xingli's mood: "What's wrong? You seem a bit down. What are you thinking about? Would you like to tell me?"
Chu Xingli, of course, wouldn't tell him what she had just been thinking, so she made up an excuse on the spot: "I was wondering why I sewed my pants to the sofa?"
When he lies, he always pretends to be calm and collected.
Luo Xiaoran didn't expose him, but instead reasoned with Chu Xingli, saying, "Even if we take a step back, isn't the sofa also at fault?"
Chu Xingli was both amused and exasperated by him, and coupled with the aftereffects of her now fish-like memory, she quickly put the matter behind her.
[Sofa: ??? Me (pointing to myself.jpg)]
Forget everything that happened between you two, and no divorce is allowed! (Except for matters of principle.)
Having a good partner is better than any medicine o(╥﹏╥)o
[The emotional value that Ranzi-ge gave me is so touching, I'm crying!]
With Chu Xingli's help, Luo Xiaoran successfully finished washing up.
They were both very tired today.
However, Chu Xingli only appeared to be alright; in reality, she was so weak that she could fall into a deep sleep at the slightest touch.
He always pushes himself to the limit when he needs to be highly focused, maintaining a very clear mind to support the intensity of his work.
Judging from Luo Xiaoran's injury today, Chu Xingli has clearly been forced to activate this state.
"Hugs, it's time to rest." Luo Xiaoran looked at Chu Xingli, who was sitting on the sofa with a pained expression, and said to him.
Chu Xingli was replying to messages when he was called out to her, and she suddenly came to her senses. She looked up at Luo Xiaoran and said, "Ah, yes, it's late, I should go to sleep."
His blank, dazed expression was clearly a sign that his body was extremely weak.
Luo Xiaoran wanted to come over and pull him to lie down together, but then he felt that Chu Xingli might not like him touching him so abruptly, so he lowered his eyes and gave up.
Just like yesterday, let's wait until he falls asleep before carrying him to bed.
"Tonight you don't need to take me to bed at night..." Chu Xingli found it a little difficult to say "hug," so she cleared her throat and changed the word, "to get me into bed."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xingli was speechless.
These two words seem even more ambiguous than the word "hug".
Luo Xiaoran nodded: "Okay."
Chu Xingli was very satisfied with his decisive response.
However, Luo Xiaoran certainly wouldn't let him get his way so easily.
Just as Chu Xingli was about to lie down on the sofa, he patted the empty space next to him and looked at Chu Xingli: "Unless you come and lie down on the bed with me right now."
Upon hearing this, Chu Xingli raised her head in disbelief.
Why are you breathing so heavily when you speak?
As expected, we shouldn't have too much hope for him.
Luo Xiaoran's unspoken meaning seemed difficult to sway.
Chu Xingli had no choice but to argue with him.
Even with Luo Xiaoran giving him one hand, he still wasn't as strong as Luo Xiaoran.
There's really no need to make a futile struggle.
After sorting out his thoughts and realizing that he had no chance of winning, Chu Xingli could only sheepishly walk over, clutching his blanket.
Before they returned, the production team changed their bed to a larger one.
Chu Xingli lay on it, and the person and the blanket only occupied a quarter of the entire bed area.
He tried his best to hide by the bed, trying not to touch Luo Xiaoran.
Turning her head, she saw Luo Xiaoran gripping the corner of the blanket with her uninjured hand, pulling it up to her chin, looking very cold.
"Are you cold?" Chu Xingli asked with concern.
Luo Xiaoran closed his eyes, as if he hadn't heard him speak.
"Are you running a fever?" Chu Xingli asked worriedly, reaching out to gently place her hand on Luo Xiaoran's forehead.
He carefully sensed it for a while, then muttered to himself, "No... then what's going on?"
Both of them were very tired today. They only covered the camera in the room with their clothes, but forgot to turn off the microphone they had taken off their bodies.
Placed on the coffee table not far from the bed, the sound reception is still quite good.
[Great! It's a late-night private conversation, we're saved!]
I don't know if either of them has a bad memory or forgot to turn off their microphones.
[If it was a hug, I think he forgot; but if it was Ranzi, I have every reason to believe he did it on purpose.]
[Haha, no need to guess at all, just lock onto Ranzi-ge (eating lemon)]
[I bet he's secretly enjoying himself in her arms right now (*￣︶￣)]
Chu Xingli was worried that Luo Xiaoran hadn't responded because she was speaking softly.
But she was also afraid that her voice would be too loud and scare Luo Xiaoran.
So he leaned closer, almost whispering in Luo Xiaoran's ear: "Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
Luo Xiaoran had been waiting for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Sensing Chu Xingli approaching, he reached out and, seemingly unconsciously, pulled her into his arms.
Chu Xingli: "!!!"
In his panic, he took a deep breath.
Instinctively, she wanted to push Luo Xiaoran away, but for a moment she didn't realize which hand he was holding, so she didn't dare to move at all.
The dark curtains completely blocked out the moonlight.
Chu Xingli couldn't see the slight upturn of Luo Xiaoran's lips.
"You..." Chu Xingli was at a loss for words and didn't know what to say.
Afraid of accidentally touching Luo Xiaoran's left hand, he could only force himself to lie on his side and let Luo Xiaoran hold him.
“…Fine, hug me then,” Chu Xingli couldn’t see, but could feel the head rubbing against her neck. “Could you please stop…”
He helped Luo Xiaoran wash his hair.
The two of them use the same type of shampoo.
At this incredibly close distance, their intertwined breaths soothed a long-lost sense of beauty.
Chu Xingli felt that the fabric around her collarbone was damp and warm.
It looks like...tears.
"Luo Xiaoran, are you crying?" Chu Xingli wanted to reach out and touch Luo Xiaoran's eyes.
Unfortunately, Luo Xiaoran's arms were wrapped tightly around him, making it impossible for him to do so.
"Why are you acting like a little kid?" Chu Xingli's neck was tickled by the rubbing, and she couldn't help but want to laugh.
He helplessly pinched Luo Xiaoran's arm muscles and let him be.
As long as Luo Xiaoran can sleep well, that's better than anything else.
"Hug... I don't remember."
Luo Xiaoran's voice was muffled and weakened by the thick fabric.
Chu Xingli heard it vaguely and asked in a low voice, "What did you say?"
Luo Xiaoran was already asleep and could not answer Chu Xingli's questions fluently.
Still lost in her own dream, she occasionally whispered, "You've forgotten me."
Chu Xingli moved closer, trying to discern Luo Xiaoran's ramblings.
He heard Luo Xiaoran whisper:
"Mommy, hug me."
Luo Xiaoran, you're really lucky!
[I want a male mommy! I want a male mommy! Hurry up and hug him!]
[I feel like Ranzi wasn't asking for a hug from his mom when he said that; he was just simply using both of their names.]
The two most important people in my life
Xiao Ran misses her mom.
Chu Xingli was suddenly taken aback.
Ms. Ye Huihui specifically gave instructions.
Luo Xiaoran's mother committed suicide in her early years due to grief and indignation caused by his father's betrayal.
So Luo Xiaoran lost his family when he was twelve years old.
Most people probably cannot understand or empathize with the feeling of losing their mother at a young age.
But at this moment, Chu Xingli was able to.
His eyes were burning.
Tears welled up for no apparent reason.
Luo Xiaoran's breathing became heavier again.
It was clearly fast asleep.
Chu Xingli avoided Luo Xiaoran's left hand and hugged his waist instead.
Then she gently patted his back, as if coaxing her older sister's two little children, her voice soft, low, and gentle.
"Okay, okay, Mommy will hug you."
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