Chapter 11 Endure Her Xiao Qiyu repeated the word "endure" eight hundred times in her heart.
"Xiao Qiyu! You, right now, immediately, at once, let go of my hand!"
Cui Ying used all her strength to barely touch a corner of the storybook, her moist almond-shaped eyes blazing with anger, burning in her amber pupils.
How infuriating! He was beaten by her the whole time before he was ten!
"If you don't let go, I'll bite you!" she threatened fiercely, her entire attention focused on the storybook.
Completely unaware that beneath her delicate collarbone, her snow-white, soft flesh had pressed against Xiao Qiyu's face, his high, straight nose almost sinking into a deep ravine.
Xiao Qiyu's whole body was stiff, unable to breathe, only his Adam's apple bobbed wildly, and the veins on his arms bulged and jumped, showing extreme restraint.
"I really bit him!" Cui Ying shouted, preparing to take a bite out of Xiao Qiyu's wrist.
Just then, Xiao Qiyu suddenly exerted his strength, grabbed Cui Ying's shoulders with both hands, and pushed Cui Ying off him.
Caught off guard, Cui Ying plopped down into the bedding, seeing stars and feeling her brain buzzing.
Just as she was about to question Xiao Qiyu, "What's wrong with you?!", the storybook fell from the sky and landed on her forehead with a "smack," as if she had been slapped.
Xiao Qiyu pulled the blanket over herself, her face and neck flushed as if burned, even the corners of her eyes were tinged with an unnatural redness. Her long eyelashes drooped, covering her eyes, and she dared not look at Cui Ying. She scolded in a low voice, "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep. You can have the bed. Do whatever you want, just don't bother me."
Although Cui Ying was annoyed at being pushed away so forcefully, he was still quite satisfied to have the storybook back. Therefore, he did not pay attention to Xiao Qiyu's unusual expression, and continued to look through the storybook with his head down, saying casually, "What time is it? Are you an old man? Going to bed so early."
Xiao Qiyu ignored her.
When Cui Ying looked up again, she saw that Xiao Qiyu had already pulled the quilt over his head, his tall and strong body huddled under the peach-pink quilt embroidered with white rabbits, motionless.
"A problem."
Cui Ying raised her leg and kicked the rabbit pattern on the quilt, then staggered to her feet and climbed onto the couch with her storybook in her arms.
She lay on the couch, her chin resting on the embroidered pillow, flipping through the storybook with great interest. When she read something exciting, she would whine and roll around; when she read something tense, she would cry out.
They didn't notice that there was a living person in the room, and that the living person was sleeping.
After about half an hour, the sound of turning the pages of the storybook gradually disappeared, and the room became quiet.
The hazy moonlight filtered through the window lattice, softly enveloping the crescent-shaped table by the window. On the table, a cluster of mimosa flowers was placed in a Ru kiln porcelain vase. The delicate pink stamens stood gracefully, exuding a subtle fragrance that was refreshing and delightful.
A hand with distinct knuckles reached out from under the pink rabbit-patterned blanket, lifting the blanket to reveal a young and handsome face.
Xiao Qiyu glanced at the bed to make sure Cui Ying was really asleep before daring to completely lift the covers.
Under the soft lamplight, the boy's face was covered in sweat, and his delicate brows were filled with glistening tears. His usually cool eyes, however, revealed a captivating allure beneath the tears.
He gasped for breath several times, as if he had just swum out of the water. His black hair clung to his cheeks, and his snow-white undergarment was soaked with sweat, sticking to his muscular body.
"Finally, she fell asleep."
Xiao Qiyu complained, his gaze involuntarily falling on Cui Ying's face.
A gentle evening breeze drifted in through the window, causing the soft bed curtains to sway slowly. The girl's fair and radiant face was hidden behind the curtains, her long eyelashes rising and falling with her breath, hazy and indistinct. Only her neck was not covered by the curtains, a large expanse of snow-white skin exposed, like a piece of soft, warm jade.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Qiyu recalled the scene from just now.
The delicate warmth blocked his breath, making it hard for him to breathe.
As if fireworks had exploded in her mind, Xiao Qiyu immediately turned her face away, refusing to look at Cui Ying again. Her breathing, which she had finally managed to calm down, became erratic again, and the back of her ears turned as red as blood.
He didn’t understand what the so-called separation between men and women was about. He only knew that as he grew up, he could no longer eat at the same table with his sisters.
Now I understand.
Xiao Qiyu felt that he should try to avoid physical contact with Cui Ying in the future.
She is not the same person she used to be; she has grown up.
He has grown up.
Xiao Qiyu also felt that, in his eyes, Cui Ying had grown up, but in Cui Ying's eyes, he seemed not to have grown up yet.
She still saw him as a little boy who was shorter than her, not as a man.
No, Cui Ying did treat him like a man.
She didn't treat him like a human being at all.
A strange feeling welled up in Xiao Qiyu's heart, and his chest inexplicably felt tight and uncomfortable.
I'm annoyed, extremely annoyed.
On the couch, Cui Ying was fast asleep, unaware of what Xiao Qiyu was thinking. She furrowed her delicate brows, her full lips parted slightly, and she murmured, word by word, "Xiao Qiyu..."
Xiao Qiyu's hair stood on end, thinking that she had heard his thoughts. He stiffly turned his neck to look over and held his breath.
Cui Ying kept her eyes tightly shut, cursing, "You bastard, give me back my storybook..."
What followed was a string of incoherent mumbling in his sleep.
Xiao Qiyu breathed a sigh of relief.
It's good that he hasn't woken up yet.
Looking at the sleeping Cui Ying, Xiao Qiyu suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he had briefly taken care of the Western Region big-eared dog for his third brother for a few days.
Its tiny body, with an unknown source of energy, is always howling and barking from the moment it opens its eyes. Its mouth is never idle; after eating, it will gnaw on tables and chairs. In just one afternoon, it can chew up two tables, three chairs, and countless shoes. It doesn't listen to being hit or scolded. In the middle of the night, it howls like a wolf, disturbing everyone's peace. Only when it falls asleep can it roll over and show a bit of its cuteness.
Xiao Qiyu felt that Cui Ying looked exactly like that big-eared dog.
So, whatever you do, don't wake up.
Time passed by, the evening breeze carried the fragrance of flowers, the girl breathed deeply, and slept peacefully.
Xiao Qiyu waited quietly for a long time, making sure that Cui Ying wouldn't suddenly wake up and cause trouble, before using a palm strike to extinguish the candle and sleep peacefully.
It will be no more than two years.
Xiao Qiyu thought to himself: After two years, Cui Ying and I will part ways and no longer have to live under the same roof and torment each other.
As for the past two years, well, I owe her this matter anyway. No matter what earth-shattering things she does, I'll just bear with it.
You must endure it.
Xiao Qiyu repeated the word "endure" eight hundred times in his mind, successfully hypnotizing himself into a dream. In the dream, Cui Ying was exceptionally pleasing to the eye.
Outside the dream, dawn was approaching, and the sky was just beginning to lighten.
The shadows of the sycamore trees are reflected in the window, fallen leaves drift on the pond, and soft sunlight seeps into the bedroom.
Cui Ying was awakened by the urge to urinate. In his dazed state, he thought he was still in the Duke of Wei's mansion, so he didn't even bother to call out to Cui Jin. He easily got off the bed and went to take care of the matter himself.
She got out of bed and took a few steps. She vaguely sensed something blurry lying in front of her, like a shadow.
Thinking is most dangerous when you are half asleep or half awake. Before Cui Ying's mind could even process the thoughts, her body had already reacted.
She took a step forward, landing firmly on the "shadow".
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