Chapter 51
Shen Yue ground his teeth.
He didn't drink, and together with Shen Zhou, who used the excuse of going for a night run, he was the most sober person in the house.
...But before You Congxi made his heartfelt confession to the carrot-filled dumplings.
He braced himself against the table for support, feeling that he was developing a severe cold, with his temples throbbing and aching.
He sniffed his completely blocked nose, reached out and grabbed a few tissues from the corner of the table, and frantically blew his nose.
You Congxi looked up from the bottom of the bowl and glanced at him.
Shen Yue watched as the girl stood up, grabbed the back of the chair with both hands, and with a thud, lifted it up and placed it five meters away from him.
I almost didn't put it on the diagonal.
He held the folded paper in his hand, looked at You Congxi for a few seconds with an indescribable expression: "...What are you doing?"
"It's a bit disgusting." You Congxi sat up straight, placed his hands on his knees, and answered obediently.
Shen Yue felt a mouthful of blood choke in his chest.
I don't know if it's from anger or a worsening of my condition, but my forehead is burning hot, and my whole ear and cheekbone are also burning hot like I've eaten popping candy.
Shen Yue raised his hand to cover his forehead; the temperature was alright.
He rubbed his arm haphazardly and breathed a sigh of relief.
My palms are a little cold, but I don't have a fever.
...Just plain simple-minded.
He looked at the girl and sighed.
"Would you like some water?" Shen Yue asked.
People who are drunk are easily thirsty. You Congxi licked his lips, looked at him, hesitated for a few seconds, nodded and then shook his head.
"Hmm?" Shen Yue couldn't tell whether she wanted to drink or not. "Want to drink?"
You Congxi nodded hesitantly.
Although Shen Yue didn't know what was so troubling about drinking water, he still turned around and went to the water dispenser next to him to make a cup of warm water. He then went to the kitchen cabinet to take out some honey, scooped a few spoonfuls into the cup, and slowly stirred it.
Shen Yue stared blankly at the honey slowly dissolving in the water as the spoon spun around, the spoon lightly tapping against the side of the cup, making a clinking sound.
He sighed, put down his spoon, and heard the girl behind him call out, "Chen Yue."
"I'm here." Shen Yue turned around with the honey water in his hand, thinking she couldn't wait any longer, and raised the cup in his hand. "Coming soon, it's your fault for being so far away from me."
You Congxi spaced out for a few seconds, lost in thought.
Shen Yue almost laughed. He never expected that a girl who always had a straight face like a little ice cube would be like this when she was drunk.
He quickened his pace, then abruptly stopped as the girl spoke, nearly spilling the water in his hand directly onto You Congxi's head.
"Shen Yue, I need to go to the restroom."
You Congxi looked up at the boy who had suddenly stopped. The cup in his hand swayed twice with his movement, making You Congxi's lower abdomen tighten. She emphasized, "I want to go now."
"......"
Thump.
Shen Yue placed the cup on the table, feeling his forehead burning again. He stammered, "Go...go ahead, do you know where it is...?"
He felt like he was talking nonsense. It was You Congxi's first time at his house, how would he know where the toilet was? He paused, then pointed in a direction: "See that door diagonally across the street? It's the first one on the left."
You Congxi followed his finger and looked away, staring blankly at Shen Yue, then stomped her foot on her knee: "Shen Yue, I need to go to the restroom!"
"You..." Shen Yue looked at the girl whose face was flushed red, whether from being drunk or holding her breath, and was unusually at a loss for what to do.
What should we do...?
A few seconds later, he gritted his teeth, reached out his hand, and gestured for the girl to help herself to her feet: "Come on, I'll take you there."
Shen Yue didn't know why he was feeling shy and awkward. It was just a matter of needing to use the restroom and leading the way. What was the big deal?
He frantically tried to mentally prepare himself, opening the toilet door for the girl, feeling like he was some kind of perverted voyeur who had broken into the women's restroom.
He hurriedly said, "Be careful, call me if you need anything," and then ran off.
Shen Yue ran back to the messy dining table, put on an apron, and began to clean up.
After he had disposed of everything that needed to be disposed of, thrown away everything that needed to be thrown away, put the empty plates in the sink, and wiped the table until it shone brightly, he heard a voice from the bathroom: "Chen Yue!"
Shen Yue was jolted awake. In the few seconds it took to run over, several news stories he had seen before flashed through his mind, such as a man who got drunk and went to the toilet but lost his balance and hit his head on a metal frame, bleeding to death.
He broke out in a cold sweat, all his awkwardness vanished, and he gripped the handle tightly, pushing the door open—
You Congxi stood in front of the sink, her hands dripping wet, when she was startled by the boy who suddenly barged in.
"...Which one is the hand towel?" You Congxi asked.
Shen Yue looked at her silently for a few seconds, then let out a heavy sigh.
He grabbed a towel from the shelf next to him, put it on the girl's still dripping hand, and wrapped it up. The action looked rough and rude, but it was actually so gentle that it almost made You Congxi fall asleep.
"I must have owed you something in my past life..." Shen Yue muttered as he wiped the other person's hands.
After wiping, he stretched out his arm to hang the towel back on the hook, still muttering, "A person's character is reflected in their drinking habits. This kind of behavior when drunk shows just how difficult you are to please..."
A slightly cool touch brushed against my cheek.
Shen Yue's blood stopped flowing.
He stood there blankly, slowly raising his other hand to touch the spot where the girl was about to leave, opening his mouth but unable to speak.
Another kiss landed on the back of the hand that was covering her face.
He heard the girl say, "I like it so much."
Shen Yue felt a jolt of electricity run through his body.
The small restroom was quiet for a few seconds.
"...Do we really have to kiss in the bathroom?" Shen Yue said.
You Congxi didn't say anything, but yawned.
She was a little sleepy.
Shen Yue had a "I knew it" look on his face, but still asked persistently, "You Xiaoyu, who am I? Am I a carrot dumpling or Shen Yue?"
You Congxi stared at him for a few moments and mumbled, "Dumplings."
Shen Yue sighed.
He never imagined that his rival would be a dumpling, a lifeless carrot dumpling, a talking carrot dumpling, a non-human carrot dumpling... the wicked carrot dumpling!
Shen Yue felt that he never wanted to see carrot dumplings again in his life.
"Do you prefer Shen Yue or Hu... um, dumplings?" Shen Yue asked again, somewhat unwillingly, and cleverly omitted the wicked full name.
You Congxi licked his lips. He had talked too much and relieved himself. He was starting to miss the honey water he had just had.
Shen Yue looked at her expectantly.
"I like honey water," You Congxi said.
Shen Yue was convinced.
"Come on, let's get some water." He turned his head briskly and took the lead to get the water.
You Congxi slowly sat down at the dining table, took the cup handed to him by Shen Yue, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Thank you," You Congxi put down her cup, wiped her mouth, "dumplings."
"Huh?" Shen Yue didn't react. "Dumplings? What dumplings? They're all gone. We've finished them. You ate two big plates, didn't you forget?"
You Congxi looked up at him: "You're not called Dumpling? But why do you have filling?"
Shen Yue was stunned for a moment.
He processed the meaning behind You Congxi's words, paused for a few seconds, pointed to himself, and asked, "What kind of filling am I?"
“Carrot,” You Congxi answered quickly, “you’re like carrot filling.”
“…I see,” he nodded, “then who is Shen Yue?”
You Congxi looked away, fiddling with the empty cup without saying a word.
Shen Yue thought to himself, "Why am I arguing with a drunkard? He's so drunk he can't even tell people from dumplings..." He reached out to take the glass and pour her another glass of water.
No twitching.
You Congxi said something.
Shen Yue didn't hear clearly: "What?"
"The person I like," You Congxi said.
She let go of his hand, letting Shen Yue take the cup, looked up at him, and repeated, "Shen Yue is the person I like."
The boy stood there, stunned.
The next second, You Congxi slumped onto the table.
Shen Yue snapped out of his daze, stood there listening to the soft snoring for a while, and after a long while, he raised his hand to rub his face, knowing that he was completely doomed.
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The second after You Congxi opened his eyes, he wanted to die.
She doesn't drink often and doesn't even know her own alcohol tolerance because she always drinks too much, no matter how many bottles she drinks... but she knows she won't black out.
I won't black out... I will black out... black out...
Memories of last night flooded her mind, and she grabbed the blanket and covered her face, trying to suffocate herself.
......fail.
She sat up and pulled at her hair.
...I didn't dare to use my full strength.
With a heavy sigh, You Congxi covered her face with her hands and vowed never to drink again.
My memory ends with the time I fell asleep at Shen Yue's dining table, and the next time I have any memory is when I opened my eyes today.
She looked around; it was her room.
Although I don't know how Shen Yue got her in here, it doesn't matter anymore. Even if she was just kicked in like a ball, it doesn't change the fact that she forcibly kissed and confessed to him last night.
She rubbed her face again.
The phone on the bedside table rang once.
You Congxi took it and found it was a message from You Yuanming.
I'm going home for dinner tonight.
You Congxi tossed his phone back onto the bedside table without any expression.
I got up, washed up, and put on my school uniform.
My head didn't hurt like after a hangover, probably because I didn't drink much, or maybe it was because of the honey water.
She took a deep breath, pushed open the door, but the expected figure did not appear; only the tightly closed door remained.
You Congxi stood in the elevator, staring blankly at the electronic screen next to the elevator door.
Did he leave early?
It's only a few o'clock... She glanced at the time on her phone; it was about the same time she usually left home.
Or is he avoiding her?
Surprisingly, it wasn't her who was too ashamed to go to school, but Shen Yue.
This strangely comforted You Congxi a little, at least making him feel less uncomfortable.
But soon she remembered the boy's thick nasal voice and red nose.
She frowned.
...Could it be that he fainted from a high fever?
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