Chapter 19
At the back gate of the theater at night, the wind made the last gas lamp flicker.
After hearing the girl's gentle coaxing voice, Yun Zhan leaned against the blue brick wall, his white shirt half-open, with a loose tie hanging diagonally at the collar.
The lamplight cast shadows on Yun Zhan's face. She didn't answer Wen Sixue's question—her eyes were moist, and her lips were more vibrant than usual, clearly indicating that she was already drunk.
Wen Sixue half-squatted down, almost kneeling in front of Yun Zhan, and leaned in to smell the faint scent of malt mixed with the cold night air.
"Yun Zhan...please listen to me, okay? I'll take you home."
Wen Sixue knelt at her feet, the girl's eyes bright, looking up at her bright moon, patiently coaxing her without the slightest impatience.
Yun Zhan raised his eyes, then looked down at Wen Sixue. His eyes were excessively bright, yet unfocused, like searching for a lamp in the fog.
"I...I'm not drunk."
His voice was low and hoarse, yet he stubbornly enunciated each word precisely: "Only two bottles."
As he spoke, he raised his chin, took a step, and his body swayed as if he were walking on clouds.
Wen Sixue hurriedly reached out her hand—Yun Zhan only staggered forward half a step before his forehead gently bumped against her shoulder, carrying the warm smell of alcohol.
"Okay, okay, you're not drunk."
She coaxed him softly, like coaxing a big, frizzy cat.
She reached out to help Yun Zhan's arm, but Yun Zhan pulled her into his arms.
"Did you like the house I prepared for you last time...? I've never asked you before..."
Yun Zhan mumbled something and rubbed against Wen Sixue's hair like a big cat, as if searching for a familiar scent.
The next second, Yun Zhan hugged her even tighter, his voice muffled and hoarse in Wen Sixue's ear: "If those people come looking for you again, I'll beat them all back. What a bunch of ugly ducklings they are, they don't deserve you."
Wen Sixue's heart softened, as if burned by the smell of alcohol, and two blushes quickly spread across her cheeks.
She turned to the side, letting Yun Zhan's weight fall on her shoulder, one hand behind her waist, the other hooking her fingers.
Her jet-black hair covered her red and burning ears, and Yun Zhan's hot breath sent shivers down her spine.
"I like... I like wherever you are."
Wen Sixue couldn't help but respond, her voice very soft, as if afraid of disturbing Yun Zhan's drunkenness.
The night road was narrow, and she took each step carefully.
The streetlights cast their shadows together, one long and one short, and the refreshing night breeze felt surprisingly comfortable on their faces.
After getting on the elevator, Yun suddenly stopped. She silently grabbed Wen Sixue's arm and pulled the girl into her arms. She was taller than Wen Sixue and could block out the light in the hallway.
Yun Zhan's gaze was calm, and Wen Sixue couldn't tell what she was thinking.
She was trapped between the wall and her chest by Yun Zhan, her back pressed against the mottled gray wall, which was cold; her front, however, was pressed against Yun Zhan's burning body temperature—the two temperatures combined made her ears burn instantly, and the blood spread all the way to her collarbone, as if the lamplight had painted the most vibrant rouge on her.
Yun Zhan's breath fell on the crown of her head, carrying the scent of alcohol and mint, one breath at a time, like a small hammer gently tapping her most sensitive nerves.
"Rabbit." Yun Zhan suddenly spoke, staring intently at Wen Sixue's face as he called her Rabbit.
"Rabbit?" Wen Sixue was a little stunned. Was she being called?
"Why won't you let me hug my little bunny?"
Yun Zhan said nonsensical things, throwing a tantrum like a child, and grabbed Wen Sixue, not letting her leave.
21: Oh no... this guy is completely drunk.
Only 21 knew that Yun Zhan's alcohol tolerance was really not good. He appeared to be sober, but in reality, he was completely drunk.
Previously, Yun Zhan bought a rabbit doll in the last world and slept with it every night...
Yun Zhan... did she actually mistake me for her rabbit?
Wen Sixue blushed deeply, her eyelashes fluttering wildly. Every time she looked up, she met Yun Zhan's lowered gaze—a gaze that was still somewhat childlike, and his earnest desire for a hug was rather adorable.
Yun Zhan... is so cute...!
Wen Sixue heard her heart pounding like a drum, and unable to contain herself, she took the initiative to hug Yun Zhan.
Yun Zhan was happy, a smile spreading across her face. She tightened her arms by half an inch, until Wen Sixue was almost pressed against her chest. Their heartbeats clashed, and it was impossible to tell whose was faster.
Wen Sixue held her breath, her ear tips turning bright red, her voice barely audible: "...Yun Zhan, relax a little."
Her voice trembled slightly at the end, conveying both shyness and timidity.
"The rabbit... likes rabbit dolls."
Yun Zhan was dragged into the house in a daze.
Wen Sixue settled her on the small sofa and prepared to go to the kitchen to cook a bowl of hangover soup for Yun Zhan. While the water was boiling, Wen Sixue quietly turned around to check on Yun Zhan's condition.
In that instant, Wen Sixue witnessed a scene that would never be forgotten by anyone—Yun Zhan leaned against the sofa, his intoxication as gentle as the evening breeze.
The light diffused, casting a milky white mist over her. The top button of her shirt had come undone, and the collar was slightly open, like a casual invitation.
Wen Sixue suddenly felt a tightness in her throat. Her gaze was fixed on the skin at Yun Zhan's collar, which shimmered with a fine pearly sheen under the light, as if it had been showered with a light spring rain.
Below Yun Zhan's collarbone, a hollow rose and fell gently with his breath, like a small bay of water touched by the wind, even the shadows were so soft they were breathtaking.
Her neck was long and smooth, with lines that meandered all the way to behind her ears, tinged with a faint red from the alcohol, like peach petals just beginning to bloom on a branch in early spring, ready to burst with sweet juice at the slightest touch.
Wen Sixue swallowed hard. She hurriedly grabbed a glass of ice water from the refrigerator, but even after taking a sip, she still felt no relief.
The hangover soup in the pot had already boiled, and while it was cooling down, Wen Sixue went to her room.
Pushing open the wardrobe door, inside were costumes and some everyday clothes, but... in the corner of the wardrobe was a low-cut, deep V-neck nightgown, which she had accidentally bought online... because it was too sexy, she had never worn it.
It's so upsetting when you buy the wrong thing, but now...
Wen Sixue bit her lip, her trembling fingertips taking out the somewhat sexy clothes. Now she seemed to have no regrets about buying them.
"What am I doing...?"
Wen Sixue buried her head in the clothes, cursing herself for wearing them, but her body honestly put on the deep V-neck nightgown.
Wen Sixue stood in front of the full-length mirror, slightly turned her waist, and looked at herself in the mirror with a blush.
Her shoulders were thin, and even through her tight black top, one could see her delicate bone structure, yet they were covered by a soft curve; her waist was so slender that it seemed as if the flowing sleeves of a theatrical costume could easily wrap around it.
Her arms were slender, with slightly protruding wrist bones, like a newly sprouted willow branch, while her fingertips were tinged with a faint pink, and felt soft and boneless to the touch.
Her breasts rose and fell gently, hidden beneath the black lace fabric, soft yet understated, captivating the eye.
Her legs were slender, with a delicate line that tapered gracefully from the back of her knees to her ankles. As she walked, the hem of her skirt swept across her calves like a breeze brushing against newly blooming petals; it would sway at the slightest touch and then obediently close up again when she stopped.
Wearing this outfit, Wen Sixue knelt down in front of Yun Zhan, holding a bowl of hangover soup.
The nightlight was dimmed to its lowest setting, leaving only a warm orange line. Wen Sixue's collar and cuffs were trimmed with a thin ribbon, and the hem of her skirt fell to mid-calf, gently bunching up as she squatted down, revealing her slender ankles and a touch of pale pink nail polish.
The view was somewhat dark, but if Yun Zhan lowered his head slightly, he would be greeted by a pure white expanse.
"Why does the little rabbit's chest look like a snow mountain?" Yun Zhan asked, completely unaware of what he was saying.
Wen Sixue trembled. She subconsciously wanted to cover her chest, but she let go before she could completely cover it.
The girl bit her lip, then scooped up a small spoonful of soup, blew on it, and the steam wafted onto her eyelashes, causing them to tremble slightly.
When the spoon was brought to Yun Zhan's lips, her fingertips curled up, afraid of touching him.
"Yun Zhan, would you like to have a sip first?"
The last syllable of her voice carried a coaxing tone, and also a hint of coquettishness that she herself was unaware of.
Yun Zhan's thin lips touched the porcelain spoon, and she subconsciously opened her mouth. The hot soup slid in, and the spiciness of the ginger made her eyelashes tremble and her brows furrow.
Wen Sixue immediately reached out, gently wiping the corner of her lips with her fingertips, and then handed her the second spoonful.
This time, Yun Zhan's tongue touched the rim of the spoon first, as if to check the temperature, before he slowly swallowed.
Fortunately, the drunk Yun Zhan was quite obedient and drank all the hangover soup.
"May I ask you why you're drinking?" Wen Sixue gently coaxed Yun Zhan, holding his soft, slender hand in hers.
"He likes you, and he's so arrogant... I couldn't stand it, so I drank with him. Him? Does he even deserve you?" Yun Zhan grumbled.
She continued, "But I'm really good at it. I drank him so hard he was scared, and then I even crushed his glass. You didn't see how scared he was... It's such a shame. If he comes looking for you again, I'll just keep blocking him."
Yun Zhan's voice was low and hoarse, yet it was like an extremely fine thread that passed through the ear canal and directly wrapped around Wen Sixue's heart.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Zhan's lips curved into a smile, a smile more captivating than any spoken word.
Wen Sixue's eyelashes trembled suddenly, as if touched by an invisible wind. Her ears flushed red, and the heat spread along her neck to her collarbone, making her breath catch in her throat.
"So, Yun Zhan, you care about me... care that he likes me?" Wen Sixue suddenly grabbed Yun Zhan's sleeve, her eyes shining brightly in the dim light.
She really wanted to find out if Yun Zhan cared about her... not like a friend cared, nor out of pity or a desire to help her, but out of the purest form of care—like.
This is really important to her.
Wen Sixue stared at Yun Zhan's face, hoping to get the answer she wanted from those red lips that smelled of alcohol.
However, at this moment, Yun Zhan suddenly stopped speaking.
Yun Zhan is now sleeping in his dream with his little rabbit doll.
"Ugh...hmm? Oh..." Yun Zhan collapsed onto the sofa.
Wen Sixue subconsciously reached out and hugged Yun Zhan, using Yun Zhan's burning cheeks to suppress the beating of her chest.
But her fingertips tightened secretly, her knuckles turning white—it was tension, and also a flutter of excitement.
Wen Sixue looked up at her. Yun Zhan still had his eyes closed, his brows slightly furrowed due to the alcohol, but the corners of his lips had a stubborn curve. He was probably having a sweet dream with the little rabbit.
Wen Sixue sighed and buried her face in Yun Zhan's shoulder, her voice soft: "You really know how to say things that can be misunderstood. I don't even know if you really have feelings for me..."
Although it was a sigh, the ending tone carried a hint of helpless laughter, like spring water breaking through the ice, quietly rippling outwards.
...
As night deepened, Wen Sixue placed Yun Zhan on her bed and took off her outer garment.
Yun Zhan had already closed his eyes and showed no signs of waking up.
Wen Sixue sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the lace slip dress she had just taken from the closet in her palm. Should she change here? She hadn't changed her underwear yet... and it was a bit cold to change outside now...
Even though Yun Zhan had closed his eyes, she still felt nervous and her heart raced.
Just because Yun Zhan can't see her doesn't mean she won't feel shy... That's Yun Zhan, after all...
Just then, Yun Zhan suddenly sat up and hugged her from behind: "Little bunny, why do you still have clothes? I didn't dress you before."
21: That's utterly shameless! You've never bought clothes for your bunny doll, yet you still have the nerve to say these things.
Yun Zhan: ? Who's speaking?
She frowned sleepily, wanting only to hug her little rabbit doll and go to sleep.
Wen Sixue's ears instantly turned bright red, and her fingertips curled up: "Yun Zhan...me."
She murmured, her voice so soft she could barely hear herself.
Yun Zhan snorted in dissatisfaction and ripped off her pajamas. A cool breeze swept across Wen Sixue's exposed skin, making her shiver for a moment.
Yun Zhan had dragged her down to just her underwear.
Wen Sixue huddled up, her arms wrapped around her chest, her snow-white skin exposed to the air.
Her skin was like the first snow covering thin porcelain, so white it was almost translucent, yet it carried a warm glow. When the light shone on it, her skin shimmered with an extremely fine sheen, as if a thin layer of mist was gently flowing over it.
It is especially noticeable at the collarbone, where a soft glow is contained in the shallow indentation, as if the moonlight has been crushed and quietly hidden in the skin.
When you touch it with your fingertips, it feels soft and smooth, without the slightest flaw. Even the thinnest foundation seems superfluous—just a breath is enough to reveal the faint pinkish hue beneath the delicate texture, like the tenderest touch of a peach blossom in early spring.
"Sleep with me." Yun Zhan was satisfied and dragged the person to be her plaything.
Wen Sixue finally took off her shoes slowly and crawled onto the bed on her knees.
The bed was a little narrow, so she could only lie with her back to him, her body taut and trying to stay close to the edge of the bed.
As soon as he lay down, Yun Zhan snuggled up to him from behind, like a cat finding warmth.
His chest pressed against her back, his arm wrapped around her waist, and his palm rested on her lower abdomen, clinging to her like a kitten.
Wen Sixue's breathing became erratic, her eyelashes trembled violently, and the tips of her ears turned as red as if they were about to bleed. Her heartbeat, which had finally calmed down, was once again disturbed by Yun Zhan.
Is Yun Zhan's request excessive?
Wen Sixue thought that if it were someone else, she would definitely not agree, and would even hate and resist it.
But Yun Zhan... she couldn't refuse.
Yun Zhan... can do anything for her.
With her eyes closed, in the darkness, Wen Sixue confirmed this once again: ... She probably wouldn't refuse anything Yun Zhan did to her.
Her heartbeat was so loud it seemed to disturb the night, so Wen Sixue buried her face in the pillow, letting her shyness, along with the scent of mint, hide in the soft cotton.
The person behind her was breathing heavily, but his arms tightened around her, as if he wanted to pull her into his embrace.
Wen Sixue sighed softly, her fingertips threading through Yun Zhan's fingers, their fingers intertwined, her voice so low that only she could hear it:
"Go to sleep, I'll always be here."
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