Chapter 30 Let's take care of him and sleep with him a little longer.
Early in the morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the window.
It was quiet all around, with tiny dust particles floating in the air, swaying gently in the pale golden light, before settling onto the bed.
Two people nestled together on the small, not-so-spacious bed.
The tall, long-legged man was somewhat aggrieved as he was pushed to the edge of the bed, but he still held the person in his arms tightly, his strong arms supporting her neck, his chin resting gently on the top of her head, and he was fast asleep.
After a while, the person in her arms stirred slightly, reached out from under the tightly wrapped blanket to rub their eyes, and then opened them.
"......"
She was almost completely immobilized, staring blankly at the broad chest so close to her.
She struggled slightly, and the hands around her waist loosened their grip. Then, a low, murmured voice came from above her head: "Be good..."
The man's voice, still slightly hoarse from sleep, was incredibly sexy.
She felt a chill run down her spine, quickly put her hand to her chest, stepped back slightly, and looked up at him.
Xing Ze kept his eyes tightly closed, his brows slightly furrowed, and there were some dark circles under his eyes.
Mu Tingyu was stunned, then his memory returned.
Ah... last night, it seems he took care of himself all night.
Last night she kept sleeping on and off, the pain never stopped, like someone was doing needlework inside her stomach, a fine and continuous pain, which was particularly torturous.
She couldn't help but move around, rolling around on the bed, until Xing Ze wrapped his arms around her, and a gentle force, carrying a comforting meaning, came from her stomach.
She didn't know if rubbing her stomach actually helped relieve the pain, but perhaps it gave her psychological comfort, and she eventually calmed down.
Xing Ze changed her hot water bottle once and brought her brown sugar ginger tea to feed her.
She was coaxed into drinking several mouthfuls while half-asleep, repeatedly saying it was too spicy and refusing to drink it. He pressed her down, and his deep, coaxing words seemed to still echo in her ears.
Mu Tingyu seemed to remember something, and her face flushed red.
Last night she seemed to be complaining that her sanitary pad was leaking and that she needed to change it... In the end, he carried her to the bathroom, waited for her outside the bathroom until she finished changing, and then carried her back.
A belated sense of shame spread from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, exploding in her mind. Mu Tingyu covered her eyes in utter dismay.
It took her a while to raise her head and look at his sleeping face.
Even from her unflattering perspective, his face was still incredibly handsome. He might have looked a little tired after a sleepless night, but it didn't affect his good looks at all.
"Your skin is so beautiful..."
She muttered to herself, a hint of jealousy in her voice, and reached out to touch his furrowed brow.
Gently, little by little, smooth it out with your fingers.
She looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction, then her gaze naturally fell and slowly settled on his lips.
His lips were thin, with slightly downturned corners, giving him a somewhat fierce appearance. Yet they were also very soft, looking dry and warm.
Mu Tingyu's gaze was uncontrollably drawn to it, and she stared at it without blinking.
She licked her lips, reached out, touched the corner of his lips, and gently poked it.
The person in front of her seemed to be fast asleep, showing no reaction to her disturbance.
Her heart pounded like a drum, and as if bewitched, she gently leaned closer.
As the distance between them gradually shortened and closed, she carefully traced the outline of his lips with her finger, and couldn't help but swallow.
He paused in his deep breathing, then suddenly opened his eyes.
"!"
Mu Tingyu's pupils suddenly contracted, and she froze on the spot.
Xing Ze's eyes were misty and dark as he stared straight at her.
Perhaps because he was woken up, his brows and eyes unconsciously showed irritation, and his expression was a bit cold.
Mu Tingyu blinked, a strange feeling rising in her heart.
Xing Ze's voice was a little hoarse: "Awake?"
Mu Tingyu nodded.
He didn't close his eyes until almost dawn, and now he was very sleepy and not very clear-headed. He didn't notice that Mu Tingyu was so close to him that they could almost touch if he moved a little closer.
Does your stomach still hurt?
Seeing her shake her head, Xing Ze closed his eyes again, pulled her into his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Sleep a little longer."
Caught off guard, Mu Tingyu had another close encounter with his muscular chest muscles.
"......"
She poked him with her finger, somewhat indignantly.
Xing Ze put his arm around her and reached out to stroke her neck, his gesture conveying a sense of comfort.
He was very large, and when he encircled her, it was like encircling a baby bird. Mu Tingyu was trapped in an impenetrable wall and had no way to resist, so she had no choice but to give up struggling.
His deep breaths fell one after another on the top of his head, as if he was extremely tired, and he soon fell into a deep sleep.
"......"
Okay, considering he was very tired last night, I'll stay with him for a little longer.
She pressed herself against Xing Ze's warm body, and those mischievous thoughts quickly dissipated as she unconsciously yawned.
Then she snuggled into his shoulder and closed her eyes as well.
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When she woke up again, she was alone in bed.
She was lying on her side, with a cushion tucked into her hand.
She sat up somewhat dazedly and subconsciously looked around.
The door was closed.
Where is Xing Zeren?
She struggled to pull her phone out from under her pillow, turned on the screen, and took a look.
?
How is it already midnight?!
It would have been better if she hadn't woken up, but as soon as she did, she immediately felt uncomfortable all over her body.
My stomach feels heavy and uncomfortable, my body is sweaty and sticky, and my stomach keeps making noises.
Like an old woman on her deathbed, she shakily got out of bed, and just as she was about to lift the blanket covering her, she suddenly noticed something unusual.
"......"
No way...
Unable to face reality, she moved again, unwilling to give up, and then felt the wet sensation behind her again.
"......"
She took a deep breath, her heart filled with despair, and lifted the blanket, revealing a very conspicuous, deep red stain on the light-colored duvet cover.
"......"
Xing Ze, carrying a bowl of porridge, pushed open the door and saw Mu Tingyu curled up in a ball on the bed.
He raised an eyebrow, looking at this novel posture, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"
Mu Tingyu knelt down, raised her head, and said with a look of utter despair, "I'm offering a sacrifice to your bed sheet... and maybe the blanket inside."
As she spoke, she closed her eyes in despair.
Xing Ze entered the room, placed the porridge on the table, and walked towards the bedside.
Mu Tingyu scrambled to her feet, her movements so nimble it was as if she hadn't been the one howling in pain last night. She grabbed Xing Ze's hand in one swift motion.
She stammered, "You...you should have extra blankets at home, right..."
Xing Ze raised an eyebrow at his tightly gripped hand and said calmly, "I'm sorry, there probably aren't any left."
Mu Tingyu: "..."
"What's wrong with the blanket?" Xing Ze asked, reaching to pull up the blanket to check.
"Wait!" Mu Tingyu hurriedly stopped him, but she was still a step too late.
That bloody piece of evidence was thus exposed to the light of day.
"......"
Mu Tingyu covered her eyes with her hands: "Wait, wait, I'll wash them later, I didn't mean to, waaaah..."
"Are your pants dirty too? Have you changed them?"
"Huh?" Mu Tingyu looked up, stammering, "I...I haven't had time yet..."
"Why don't you change?" Xing Ze stretched out his hand. "Come here."
Seeing that he was about to carry her over, the dead memories started attacking her brain again, and Mu Tingyu's ears turned red instantly: "No, no, no need, I can walk by myself."
Xing Ze withdrew his hand without much reaction and helped her pick up the scattered slippers and put them on the bedside.
Mu Tingyu couldn't imagine what a terrible sight her pants would look like, so she quickly grabbed her new clothes and crawled into the toilet, practically running away while covering her buttocks.
After finally changing, she opened the bathroom door with a sense of relief and dawdled back to her room.
Upon entering, I saw Xing Ze removing the duvet cover, the conspicuous mark swaying in the air with his movements.
"......"
She screamed inwardly and rushed over in three strides, but before she could even extend her hand, he blocked it back.
"You're so energetic, your stomachache is gone?"
"I'm fully recovered! Yesterday's incident was purely accidental!"
Xing Ze continued working, chuckling, "Who was it that cried and begged for a hug last night?"
She was immediately overwhelmed with shame: "Okay, stop talking!"
Xing Ze had already completely removed the duvet cover, folded it a few times, and placed it by the bed.
He glanced at her almost bloodless lips and frowned: "Go eat, the porridge is getting cold."
When Mu Tingyu saw that the blanket inside was also stained with blood, she covered her face with her hands with a "slap" and gave up struggling completely.
-
The porridge was sweet, with longan and sweet potato in it, and seasoned with brown sugar. It was neither too thick nor too thin, just right to drink, and very warming to the stomach.
While snoring away, Mu Tingyu asked, "Where are A-Yue and the others?"
"They went to town."
She took out her phone, opened WeChat, and sure enough, Shaoyue had sent her a greeting.
[Ah Yue: Listen, are you feeling better? Brother Xing said you're still not awake. We're going to town first, then we'll buy some ingredients for a barbecue.]
[A-Yue: Let me know if you wake up, okay? Xiao Jing and the others asked what you want to eat, so we'll buy it for you.]
The time it was sent was around 9 a.m.
They should all be heading back by now, right?
She typed a reply with a spoon in her mouth.
[Ignoring: Oh my god, I just woke up, I'm still half asleep.]
[I don't listen: I'm fine with anything, I'm not picky.]
[Not listening: [The kitten is confused.]]
She was just about to ask them how they were sleeping when her phone was suddenly snatched away.
Xing Ze's voice rang out above my head: "Eat properly."
She scratched the table unwillingly, smiled, and softened her voice: "Brother Xing."
Xing Ze narrowed his eyes and poked her forehead: "Eat... food."
"......"
They really didn't buy into that.
Mu Tingyu puffed out her cheeks indignantly and continued to bury her head in her porridge.
After taking only a couple of bites, as if suddenly remembering something, she immediately looked up: "You still haven't answered me last night! Why were you secretly drinking behind my back?"
"Here comes the reckoning?" Xing Ze's voice rang out leisurely. "Then let's talk about what happened yesterday afternoon when you refused to change your clothes after playing in the water, and ended up getting cold?"
"Or, did you sit silently on the stairs last night, pretending nobody loved Little Cabbage?"
Mu Tingyu: "..."
She shrank back, sensing the underlying anger in his calm tone.
Xing Ze generally doesn't experience significant emotional fluctuations, but once he gets angry, a noticeable characteristic emerges—he becomes more talkative.
Moreover, as they talk more, their language becomes increasingly sarcastic, reaching the pinnacle of sarcasm.
She immediately dared not act rashly again, shrinking herself into a small quail and quietly drinking her sweet porridge.
Xing Ze leaned against the table watching her eat, and slowly said, "I'll settle the score with you later."
Mu Tingyu: "..."
Suddenly, she felt that the porridge was no longer sweet or fragrant. She pitifully raised her head, just about to try to make excuses for herself.
Suddenly, a loud voice came from downstairs: "—Aze!"
The two people inside the room were stunned for a moment.
"Huh, where did everyone go? Did I come to the wrong place...? I remember this is the place."
The woman's voice muttered something, then continued shouting at the top of her lungs, "Xing Ze! Where are you?! What's with that big tent by the door? Did you call for a party?"
Mu Tingyu realized what was happening and looked at Xing Ze.
He was also taken aback.
She asked curiously, "Is it someone you know?"
"..." Xing Ze's expression turned somewhat strange.
Mu Tingyu: "?"
He took a breath, seemingly reluctant to face the situation.
"...My sister."
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