Chapter 75 It’s okay to be ugly

When Sheng Yao came upstairs, Chu Shuang was leaning on the couch, reading a book intently.

Seeing that it was Sheng Yao who opened the door, she was a little surprised, "Are you done talking?"

"No, I said what I needed to say and they chased me up. Now my parents and uncle are talking to Shen Jinyan."

Hatsushimo put the book down and asked softly, "Is the atmosphere tense?"

"A little bit, but fortunately, my parents are both patient people."

Sheng Yao sat on the small couch, and after his tense emotions relaxed, he felt weak and limp.

"I'm so hungry, and I don't know when I can have dinner today."

"Auntie, what are you looking at?"

"Any random book."

It was getting dark, and Hatsumei turned on the retro desk lamp. The yellowed paper and her soft profile merged into the small space, and the picture seemed to be still in the years.

Sheng Yao did not disturb her from reading. She was exhausted during the past two days and finally had a chance to relax. She fell asleep next to Chu Shuang with a pillow as her head rested on her.

When Sheng Ting opened the door, he saw this scene: two girls were squeezed on a not-so-long couch. Sheng Yao was sleeping soundly next to Chu Shuang, while Chu Shuang was reading a book with her eyes lowered.

Seeing the person coming, Chushuang raised his eyes.

"It's time to eat."

The man spoke slowly and his footsteps were light.

"Yaoyao," Chu Shuang shook Sheng Yao gently and called her, "It's time for dinner."

Sheng Yao saw her uncle the moment she opened her eyes and immediately stood up from the couch.

Following Sheng Ting downstairs, Chu Shuang told him that she had not found "On Contradiction", and the man was not surprised.

"I think I took it over there. I'll go look for it another day."

The atmosphere during dinner was not as tense as it had been at the beginning. It looked like the conversation was about to start, and although it was still a little subtle, Mrs. Sheng was someone who could liven up the atmosphere, so it wasn't too cold when she was there.

After dinner, no one mentioned the matter again. Everyone ate fruit, watched TV and chatted in the living room.

Chu Shuang originally sat next to Sheng Ting, but was later pulled by Sheng Yao to sit next to Ji Wen Yue. The three of them sat together and watched the ancient costume drama with great interest.

The men chatted for a while, and Mr. Sheng was the first to go back to rest.

The young people chatted about work for a while. When Sheng Yang took Shen Jinyan to the guest room to rest, the three people who were watching the idol drama were still watching it with great interest.

"The prince is so handsome, rich and affectionate. The heroine has poor taste. She didn't choose the handsome one but chose the ordinary and domineering one."

Sheng Yao watched and complained.

Chu Shuang took a bite of the crispy apple and nodded in agreement, "Yes, the prince is so handsome."

Sheng Ting stood up, looked at the people here who were concentrating on discussing the plot, and slowly said: "We will go upstairs to rest after watching for a while, don't watch too late."

"Okay." Hatsushimo tilted his head, "You go up and rest first."

Sheng Ting went upstairs to wash up and didn't see her come back. He fumbled for a cell phone in the bedside table and sent a message to someone.

[My stomach is a little uncomfortable. Come up and get me two pills later.]

After sending the message, I threw off the quilt and went to bed. I didn’t have the heart to read, so I just closed my eyes and rested.

Soon, the door was gently pushed open and footsteps were heard coming in, but he didn't rush to open his eyes.

Chushuang put the medicine and hot water on the bedside table, bent down and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

Sheng Ting closed his eyes, and his dark pupils stared straight into hers.

The distance was too close, so she stood up subconsciously, but before she could react, she was pulled and carried onto the bed.

"What? Take your medicine."

Sheng Ting's big hands firmly grasped her slender waist and hugged her to his chest, "No hurry."

Chu Shuang struggled for a moment, and he used a little more strength, opening and closing his thin lips, "Don't move, hug me."

The man had just taken a shower, his black hair hung slightly in front of his forehead, his eyebrows and eyes looked more profound, and his body smelled fresh and peaceful. It was easy to get lost in the web he had woven while hugging her.

An Jing held him for a while, then Chu Shuang turned over and got down.

"Take your medicine quickly, or the water will get cold."

She slept on the inside of the bed. Sheng Ting picked up the cup and drank the water, then threw two white pills into the trash can where she couldn't see.

After taking the medicine, he lay down and held the person in his arms.

"Why did you only have that much for dinner today?"

“I ate a lot.”

Sheng Ting touched the tender flesh behind her neck and rubbed it gently with his fingertips. "Have you lost your appetite recently?"

"No, maybe I ate a lot of snacks during the day, so I'm not very hungry."

Glancing at her clean eyes and brows, the man felt a little itchy in his heart and pecked her forehead lightly.

Hatsushiro closed her eyes and said, "I haven't removed my makeup or washed my face yet."

After saying that, he got up and went to the bathroom.

When she came out again, the man was sitting against the head of the bed, with the quilt covering his waist. His muscular lines were full and smooth under his pajamas. Chu Shuang took just one look and then looked away.

She yawned and looked at the time. "It's already this late. No wonder I'm so sleepy."

Climbing onto the bed and preparing to go to sleep, Sheng Ting turned off the lights and lay down. He hugged her over out of habit, but this time he did nothing else.

The man in the darkness spoke in a mellow and magnetic voice, "When will the company give annual leave?"

"About twenty-three."

"Not long."

"Um."

"I haven't spent enough time with you yet. I'll take you around when I have time."

Hatsushimo gently hooked the corner of his pajamas with one hand where no one could see. It was such a tiny movement that no one noticed.

As soon as his fingertips touched the edge of clothes, they stopped and then slowly retracted.

"It's so cold when I go shopping. I need a scarf. My ears are frozen every time I go shopping."

"Don't we have a few at home? I don't often see you wearing them."

"The color doesn't look good and doesn't match the clothes."

Sheng Ting: "I'll take you to choose some other day. Pick out a few good-looking ones and bring them back."

"I want some knitting."

"This is easy. I'll just take you to buy it."

In the pitch-black room, Chu Shuang slowly pursed her lips and thought again and again before uttering a few words.

"I don't want to buy it. Can you knit it?"

The man paused and chuckled: "How can I weave?"

The person in his arms was quiet for a while, and Sheng Ting stroked her back, "Hand-woven ones are indeed better. Sheng Yao knows a lot of clothing studios. It's just a scarf, it's not a difficult task for them."

It was as if someone had poured a bottle of water into Chu Shuang's heart, making it wet and moist, with emotions that were long and dull.

"Um."

After a long, long time, when everything was drowned in thick ink at midnight, the woman murmured.

“It’s okay to be ugly.”

The whispers that were so light that they would be blown away by the wind were eventually drowned out by the darkness.

The next day, when Sheng Ting got up, there was no one around him. When he went downstairs, he met Chu Shuang who had just returned from exercising outside, and Sheng Yao was with her.

"Uncle, you got up so late today. My aunt and I have already finished running."

In fact, Sheng Ting didn’t get up late, it was less than eight o’clock, she just woke up too early this morning.

When I woke up, I found it was only seven o'clock, so I casually sent a message to Chu Shuang, asking her to go exercise together. I just wanted to try my luck, but I didn't expect that my aunt actually woke up.

Glancing at Chu Shuang's earlobes that were frozen pink by the early morning air-conditioning, Sheng Ting thought of what she said last night about wanting a scarf.

I really need a scarf.

After dinner, he dropped Chu Shuang off at work, and on the way she received a call from home.

It’s Mr. Shen calling.

I briefly asked about Shen Jinyan and Sheng Yao.