Chapter 55, The 55th Beam of Light: "I won't let you go back."
Startled by his words, Song Xingyun shoved the last bit of canned food she was holding into his hand, then turned and ran away, muttering as she went, "You old lecher..."
Yu Mushang was stunned. He didn't come to his senses until Changming came over and licked his hand with its long tail. He looked a little aggrieved and patted Changming's head hard. "Your master thinks I'm too old."
After taking good care of the longevity and centenarian cubs in the sunroom, Yu Mushang didn't wait for Song Xingyun to return. His brow remained furrowed, and finally, he stood up and muttered to himself, "I forgot to do my skincare routine today. Looks like I can't be lazy about it..."
After saying that, he walked away in the direction of his bedroom.
After leaving the sunroom, Song Xingyun ran all the way back to her room, pounced on her bed, and kicked her legs on the blankets. "Was the kiss too intense?"
Song Xingyun touched the small mirror on the bedside table, and seeing her red lips, she unconsciously pursed her lips. "If I did this every day, wouldn't I never need to buy lipstick again..."
After saying that, she slapped her forehead and exclaimed, "Song Xingyun! Your thoughts are dangerous!"
Song Xingyun tossed and turned in bed for a while before finally falling asleep. When she opened her eyes again, it was already dark outside. She jumped up, grabbed her phone, and went out to look for Yu Mushang. She finally found him in the dining room. "Sorry, I fell asleep."
Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?
Song Xingyun was about to walk into the kitchen when she looked down and saw the table full of dishes in front of Yu Mushang. She was a little dumbfounded. "This, you made this?"
"That can't be, right?"
Yu Mushang tapped his knuckles on the table. "What are you thinking about? I had Ying Qi pack it up and bring it over." He wasn't that resourceful.
Song Xingyun sat down opposite him somewhat slowly, chuckling awkwardly twice. "I thought..." She leaned towards him, eagerly picked up his bowl, and ladled him a bowl of soup. "Next time, you can just knock on my door to wake me up, or you can call me."
She placed the soup bowl beside him, took his hand, and gently touched the outside of the bowl to let him know where it was.
"Thank you." Although Song Xingyun had done this so often over the past few months that it was almost muscle memory, Yu Mushang had never missed saying "thank you" once. She was not pretentious and accepted it gladly.
Yu Mushang only responded after hearing her pick up her chopsticks, "It's okay to sleep a little longer, Ying Qi is here after all."
Ying Qi sneezed loudly as soon as he returned to the Yu family's old house.
Before Song Xingyun could say anything more, a flash of lightning streaked across the large French windows, followed by a rumble of thunder. A few seconds later, the sound of pattering rain began to fill the room. The rain came suddenly, and she got up after realizing what was happening. "I'll go close the sunroom window."
As I left, I was still muttering, "Did the weather forecast say it would rain today? How come the weather changes so suddenly..."
Yu Mushang could hear her footsteps coming and going, and soon the sounds of rain and wind were shut out.
When Song Xingyun returned, she saw that the man hadn't touched his chopsticks yet. "I forgot to tell you not to wait for me." Although she knew that even if she had told him, he would still have waited, she quickly sat down again. "Let's eat!"
"One autumn rain brings a chill, and the temperature might drop tomorrow. Remember to wear more clothes when you get up in the morning," Song Xingyun reminded Yu Mushang while eating.
Yu Mushang smiled and said, "It seems that with you as my assistant, I should be getting sick much less often."
Song Xingyun: ?
"Didn't Ying Qi remind you before?" She thought for a moment, thinking that boys were mostly not as attentive as girls. "It's okay, you'll have me from now on."
Yu Mushang nodded with a smile.
The wind and rain outside grew stronger, pounding against the tightly closed windows, and the sound of the wind drifted in from somewhere, bringing a slight chill.
Song Xingyun, who was chatting with Yu Mu about the interesting news she had seen that day, gradually fell silent.
Yu Mushang recalled something she had said to Ying Qi in the office: her mood determined how much she spoke, so at this moment, "Not in a good mood?"
"Huh?" Song Xingyun was taken aback by his sudden question. "Why do you ask that?"
Yu Mushang put down his chopsticks. "You've become less talkative."
Song Xingyun inwardly marveled at his keen perception, feeling as if even though he couldn't see her, she had nowhere to hide in front of him. "Yes," she admitted.
"Why?" Yu Mushang pursed his lips after speaking, considering her feelings first. "It's okay if you don't want to say."
Song Xingyun put down her chopsticks at this moment, "I just don't like rainy days, the heavier the rain, the less I like it."
The man remained silent, waiting patiently. He knew she hadn't finished speaking, but upon hearing her reply, his thoughts were instantly drawn into a painful memory. Could it be...?
"My father died in an accident on a rainy day."
really.
Her voice was soft, but Yu Mushang could hear the bitterness in her words.
Yu Mushang, who has always disliked getting back into that "whirlpool," also faced that pain because of her words. "Actually, I don't like rainy days either."
Hearing the sound, Song Xingyun looked up at him and caught a fleeting look of pain on his face. Her hands, which were hanging limply at her sides, clenched suddenly. "Eyes..."
She hesitated, unsure whether she should ask, and was about to change the subject when she saw Yu Mushang take a deep breath and say, "Yes, they also passed away around that time."
them.
Does it refer to his parents? He lost more than just his eyesight in the rain; he lost his parents too. She thought of the information she had found about him online...
Upon hearing this, Song Xingyun unconsciously twitched her little finger slightly; she hadn't expected such a coincidence.
It is said that the death of a loved one is a lifelong sorrow for the living. Song Xingyun looked at his face quietly and wondered if he chose to help her because he had a similar experience to her.
The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed, but today was clearly not the right day to ask that question.
Just as Song Xingyun was about to say something, Yu Mushang preemptively suggested, "This atmosphere seems quite suitable for having a drink."
Just then, the window was soaked by the heavy rain, and the raindrops pounded on the window like drumbeats. She was so engrossed in looking at him that she unconsciously replied, "Okay."
She spoke her mind.
The two quickly finished their dinner in tacit agreement. Song Xingyun picked out a bottle of wine, grabbed two wine glasses, and ran to knock on Yu Mushang's door.
After striking the first knock, she frowned and muttered to herself, "Should I try a different spot?"
The door opened, and the man stood inside. He had changed into a set of pajamas and turned to the side to make room for her to enter. Song Xingyun then slipped inside, no longer dwelling on the previous issues.
She went straight to the large sofa in his room, kicked off her slippers, and stepped barefoot onto the carpet that the cleaning lady had cleaned the day before, sitting down directly on the floor.
When I looked up again, I found the person still standing at the door. "Come here."
Then she noticed her slippers were lying across the road. She patted her head and muttered to herself, "Even though no one can see them, I still need to be mindful of my appearance." After muttering a self-criticism, she got up and ran a few steps to neatly place her slippers on the edge of the carpet.
Yu Mushang happened to walk closer following the sound, and Song Xingyun took his hand and led him to the spot she had chosen. She settled him on the sofa, then sat on the carpet next to his legs and began to open a bottle of wine.
Hearing the noise she was making, Yu Mushang reached out and touched the top of her fluffy hair. "Why are you sitting on the ground?"
Song Xingyun focused on opening the wine and casually said, "Your coffee table is a bit low; sitting on the carpet will be just right."
Yu Mushang seemed quite fond of her hair. "Then why did you arrange for me to sit on the sofa?"
Upon hearing this question, Song Xingyun turned to look at him. "It doesn't seem quite right for you to sit on the carpet. I'm afraid it might hurt your precious... bottom..." She stopped herself in time, otherwise she would have contradicted herself.
Yu Mushang's hand moved down to her cheeks, finally pinching both sides, giving Song Xingyun an adorable "chicken beak." He disagreed, saying, "What do you mean by not fitting the identity? Nonsense."
Before Song Xingyun could complain about his actions, the man had already slid off the sofa and sat down next to her. He reached out and touched the edge of the coffee table in front of him. "It is indeed a bit low."
Song Xingyun watched as her boss sat down on the ground just like her, and suddenly remembered the description of a high-and-mighty flower coming down from its pedestal in a novel she had read. She understood a little; it was probably like this.
Yu Mushang tilted his head and gently nudged her with his head. "Why aren't you saying anything again? Don't you want me to sit next to you? Then I'll sit back down."
At times like these, he was most annoyed by his blind eyes, because sometimes judging someone's emotions solely by their voice wasn't very reliable, especially when it came to judging Song Xingyun. He didn't want to make any mistakes.
He had just straightened up a little when his arm was grabbed by the person next to him. Her unique fragrance mingled with her coquettish tone, "We've already sat down, I won't let you go back."
The slight annoyance that had just arisen in Yu Mushang a few seconds ago vanished instantly. "That's more like it."
Song Xingyun laughed out loud, "I never expected our usually serious boss to be so arrogant."
"Don't you like it?" she had barely finished speaking when the man retorted.
Song Xingyun hugged his arm even tighter, "I like it, I like it, I like it! I'll say it three times because it's important."
As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up and saw Yu Mushang's Adam's apple bob up and down. Looking up, she saw his slightly red ears. She chuckled, "Why are you suddenly shy?"
When it comes to "observation," she definitely has an absolute advantage. Yu Mushang coughed twice, turned his face away, leaving her with the back of his head, and then slowly tried to pull his arm out of her grasp.
She had barely pulled herself out when he pulled her back with force. "Why are you running?" she "questioned," her chin already resting on his shoulder.
They got even closer.
The skin was so soft it felt like water, almost melting onto his arm, and Yu Mushang's exposed skin visibly turned even redder.
Finally, unable to resist her, he turned his head back to speak frankly. As he turned, he bumped right into the person who was perched on his shoulder with her chin raised.
Their lips were perfectly sealed together.
This time, he wasn't the only one whose Adam's apple bobbed...
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