Chapter 138 Don't Lie to Me
The next day, Qi Xi woke up groggily.
First, the sunlight was so bright that she could hardly open her eyes, and she instinctively shielded them with her hand.
My gaze inadvertently fell on the sofa, and suddenly my eyes stopped.
She rubbed her eyes hard and looked again.
Since it wasn't the living room, the sofa wasn't very big, and the man was obviously tall and had long legs, so when he fell asleep, he had to curl up to barely squeeze into the sofa.
This sleeping position was clearly uncomfortable, and it's unclear how long he slept in that position on the sofa.
But her first reaction was that she was dreaming again.
Is it because she was so angered by the shamelessness of the Qi family that she even has such unrealistic dreams?
How could this be? She fell asleep and saw Zhou Heran in her room. She had never dreamed of such an absurdity.
After all, she had liked Zhou Heran for so many years, but she never dared to even dream of lying in the same bed with him.
At most, it's just a dream—to be a lucky audience member at a concert and be chosen to go on stage and sing with Zhou Heran.
Although this wish had already been fulfilled, before that, Qi Xi had never even had the chance to shake hands with Zhou Heran face to face.
She could be so happy to get a personal signature that she couldn't sleep for a whole day and night.
If you could see Zhou Heran sleeping not far away in the morning, what's the difference between that and your idol getting married?
Oh dear, what's going on? How could she have such an absurd dream?
It's one thing to be unreliable, but how could they disrespect Zhou Zhou? That's absolutely unacceptable!
Qi Xi slapped his thigh hard.
Because she felt like she was dreaming, she took drastic measures against herself.
After the filming was finished, she couldn't help but grimace in pain.
But at the same time, she regretted it. Not because of the pain, but because if she had been woken up, her beautiful dream would be over.
She's already in such a terrible situation, what's wrong with having an unrealistic dream? It's not illegal!
Wait, if it's a dream, why does she feel such real pain?
The sharp sound of Qi Xi slapping his thigh woke Zhou Heran up.
He was still a little groggy from sleep and forgot he was on the sofa. So when he moved, he was caught off guard and fell off the sofa, rolling around on the spot.
Pfft.
Qi Xi clutched her stomach, laughing until tears streamed down her face: "So Zhou Zhou in my dreams is this cute? I've never seen Zhou Zhou look so disheveled before."
"But that makes sense. I even dreamt that Zhouzhou was sleeping in the same room as me. If I dare to have such an unrealistic dream, what's so strange about dreaming that Zhouzhou fell off the sofa?"
Hearing the little girl on the bed talking to herself in a serious tone, Zhou Heran was both amused and exasperated.
"I am honored to tell you that this is not a dream, it is real."
As Zhou Heran got up, he said, "I was not only in your bedroom, but I also fell off the sofa because I was still half asleep."
The smile vanished abruptly, and Qi Xi, a beat slow, covered her mouth, widened her eyes, and looked at the person in front of her with disbelief.
Looking at that handsome face, which she had seen every day for ten years, so familiar with the poster, he gradually walked towards her until he stopped in front of her.
"You seem to be in good spirits. Are you feeling alright?"
Qi Xi looked energetic, while Zhou Heran, having spent the night huddled on the sofa feeling aggrieved, now had a sore back and aching muscles.
My God, is this really not a dream, but an incredible dream?
Not only did she see Zhou Zhou the moment she opened her eyes, but Zhou Zhou also showed concern for her right in front of her.
Qi Xi still couldn't quite believe it and wanted to pinch herself again.
Zhou Heran quickly stopped her, "It's not a dream, it's real. Miss Yu called me last night, saying she couldn't reach you and asked me to come to the Qi family to check on things."
“You were sleeping so soundly that I couldn’t wake you up, and I was afraid something might happen to you, so I stayed in the room all night.”
After a long while, Qi Xi finally came to her full senses and realized that this was not a dream, but reality.
But her first reaction was: "The door was locked, so Zhouzhou, how did you get in?"
Still in a state of excitement, Qi Xi didn't realize how she addressed Zhou Heran and subconsciously used the same name she used when addressing posters.
Speaking of this, Zhou Heran was quite proud: "I climbed up from the balcony. I think I could be the Spider-Man of China, climbing from the second floor to the third floor, and then moving from the third floor balcony by balcony, all in one go. Isn't that amazing..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qi Xi practically jumped out of bed, rushed to Zhou Heran, grabbed him, and looked him up and down, leaving Zhou Heran somewhat bewildered.
"You actually climbed the balcony? Do you know how dangerous that is? If you slip or lose your footing, you could fall from the second floor, let alone the third floor. At best, you'd break an arm or a leg; at worst, you'd lose your life!"
Zhou Heran smiled, "Don't worry, my wall-climbing skills are top-notch, and I promised Miss Yu I'd check on you with my own eyes, so taking a little risk is nothing..."
Halfway through her sentence, Qi Xi's tears fell silently, like pearls from a broken string, pattering down her face.
"Hey, don't cry. Did I say something wrong?"
Straight men are most intolerant of women crying because they don't know how to comfort them.
Zhou Heran offered comfort in a flustered manner, but felt it was inappropriate to reach out. While struggling with this dilemma, he suddenly realized something was amiss.
"Your face...it looks a bit swollen and unusually red? And this mark looks like...a handprint?"
At this point, Zhou Heran realized something, "The Qi family hit you?"
Qi Xi instinctively shook her head, but Zhou Heran stopped smiling and asked seriously, "Qi Xi, don't lie to me."
No fan can remain rational in front of their idol.
So when Zhou Heran asked so seriously, Qi Xi was completely overwhelmed and nodded, but as she lowered her head, tears fell onto the back of Zhou Heran's hand.
The tears were wet, yet they seemed exceptionally hot, as if they had burned into my heart, causing my heart to ache because of this little girl who had been wronged but dared not even cry out.
Zhou Heran sighed inwardly and lifted Qi Xi's face with his hand.
He didn't mind and wiped away her tears with his fingers.
"It's not shameful to cry when you feel wronged. When I was a kid, if I fell and scraped my skin, I would throw a tantrum and sit on the ground and wail. I wouldn't get up unless there was a race car around."
Qi Xi chuckled again.
She was laughing and crying at the same time, and she didn't forget to say, "You, you mustn't tell Lili, I don't want her to worry."
"Cry if you want to. If you feel you haven't done your job well, do you need me to cry with you?"
Qi Xi was both crying and laughing.
She was sad, but Zhou Heran was really good at comforting people.
So, while sobbing, she worried, "Am I...am I crying ugly?"
Zhou Heran felt both amused and sorry for the young girl.
Before he could comfort her, Qi Xi struggled to get up, but Zhou Heran held her down, saying, "What do you need? I'll get it for you."
"Mirror, and powder compact, those things on the vanity."
Zhou Heran asked curiously, "What are you going to do with these?"
"Zhou Zhou, you don't understand. Even if a girl is on her last breath, she has to make sure her makeup is flawless, the angle is perfect, and she can take a picture on the spot without even looking at it."
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