Chapter 144 "Wasn't it a nightmare? Why is your face turning red?"
The executives present were thoroughly fed up with the dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), and deeply experienced what it means to be a treacherous society.
They climbed to their high positions step by step through their own hard work, yet they are still persecuted by capitalists. The world has changed, and people's hearts are unpredictable!
Not only that, the finance and R&D directors also had to force a smile and reply, "Then you go ahead and do your work."
I then escorted him out of the conference room.
It's difficult, really difficult!
Fortunately, Zhou Pingchuan wasn't as unreliable as he seemed. The R&D department sent the budget to his email immediately, and he planned to review it before leaving get off work.
Back in his office, he went straight to the lounge. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the boy sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes glazed over, as if he had just had an ancient dream and hadn't yet emerged from it.
Hearing the noise, the boy slowly turned his head: "Why didn't you say anything before leaving?"
It was clearly a questioning, a tantrum, but the last syllable trembled, hiding unspeakable grievances.
When they first met, because of the large age gap and Xia Mian's delicate personality, like a fragile flower that couldn't withstand the storms, Zhou Pingchuan always treated him like a child.
It wasn't until Xia Mian was falsely accused of theft by Zhu Ziqi that Zhou Pingchuan changed his opinion of her after she single-handedly went live to confront the clamor of the online community.
A few days ago, after watching a whole fight scene of his on set, Zhou Pingchuan's perception of him was refreshed once again.
He has always worked hard and shone brightly in his field.
Now, seeing the other person's expression, Zhou Pingchuan realized that no matter how strong he was on the outside, he was just a young man in his early twenties who would occasionally show a childish side.
Strangely enough... Xia Mian's awkwardness had disappeared, and they seemed to have returned to the state they were in before joining the crew.
Zhou Pingchuan's heart softened almost imperceptibly. He walked over and half-squatted beside Xia Mian's legs: "I went to a meeting. I saw you were asleep, so I didn't wake you."
He himself didn't realize how soft his voice was.
If you don't want to wake me up, you can leave a note or send a message to explain! Xia Mian wanted to retort, but perhaps because the air conditioning came in after Zhou Pingchuan opened the door, his mind gradually returned to normal, and he swallowed the words he was about to say: "...It's okay, it's okay, you go ahead and do your work."
Zhou Pingchuan's gaze lingered on his face for a few seconds.
That feeling of unfamiliarity returned.
"I have twenty more minutes to finish reading this document and then I'll go home."
"Okay, I'll continue resting, no rush."
Zhou Pingchuan left, and Xia Mian lay back on the bed, replaying what had just happened, and deeply regretted her decision to come to the company with Zhou Pingchuan.
He shouldn't have continued to have contact with Zhou Pingchuan. He had never been in a relationship before and didn't understand, but now he realizes that feelings are like drug addiction. You can't just walk away from them easily. You've endured it for so long, and as soon as you show the slightest sign of weakness, it will come back with overwhelming force.
Looks like I'll have to find a reason to go out tomorrow; I can't let Zhou Pingchuan lead me by the nose.
Summer hibernation took a deep breath, ahhhhh, this is so hard, so hard, so hard!
As he pondered these things, he inexplicably fell asleep again.
After reading the report, Zhou Pingchuan picked out a few controversial points and sent them to the R&D director, asking him to prepare his explanation before reporting back to him. The R&D director was so frightened that he wanted to come over immediately, saying that he had no explanation and that he could find the source of every penny in the budget.
How could Zhou Pingchuan possibly let him come? He immediately put his phone on Do Not Disturb mode, tossed it onto the table, and then pushed open the lounge door again.
Unsurprisingly, they caught a sleeping child.
The child lay on his side, rolled up the blanket, hugged it tightly, and tucked it between his legs, sleeping peacefully and quietly.
Thinking back to the octopus incident, Zhou Pingchuan guessed that he might really like his own taste.
“Summer sleep,” he whispered, “get up, it’s time to go home.”
Xia Mian wasn't sure if she had heard him or not: "...Hmm?"
“The work is done,” Zhou Pingchuan repeated, “we can go home now.”
"Then I'll get up now."
Xia Mian mumbled a reply, her eyes closed and her body motionless, as if she were talking to someone in a dream.
Zhou Pingchuan found it amusing and watched for a while, then watched as the other person turned over and continued sleeping.
In the northern winter, the wind is as piercing as a knife, penetrating through any object. If you forcibly wake someone who is drenched in sweat during summer hibernation and then go outside, the wind can easily cause them to catch a cold.
After a long day of running around outside, and then coming back to review documents and attend meetings, Zhou Pingchuan was feeling a bit tired, so he simply took off his coat and lay down on the outside of the bed.
A 1.5-meter single bed is just right for one person, but it would be too cramped for two, especially since they are both men. Xia Mian felt a little uncomfortable and scooted back a bit.
He was facing the wall before, and with this rub, he ended up sticking right up to Zhou Pingchuan.
Zhou Pingchuan had nowhere to put his arms, so he casually placed them on his waist. This time, he was truly pulled into Zhou Pingchuan's embrace.
It was another dream featuring Zhou Pingchuan, but with more romantic elements than the last one.
For nearly a month, Xia Mian was on set, memorizing lines, preparing for scenes, and enduring pressure from various malicious parties. She had no time or energy for anything else, but her body was perfectly fine, and she didn't feel any discomfort.
But being young and full of vigor, the dream quickly aroused him. Zhou Pingchuan lay behind him, and soon after closing his eyes, he noticed something was off about the boy.
He rubbed his body slightly against the blanket, and his throat made intermittent, muffled breathy sounds.
Was he having a nightmare? Zhou Pingchuan didn't think too much about it and quickly woke the boy up. Then, when he saw the blush on the boy's face and his slightly open mouth, he understood something.
Xia Mian finally realized what was happening, licked her lips, and tried to cover it up: "Sorry, I fell asleep again... What are you doing in bed?"
Zhou Pingchuan: "I called you, but you didn't wake up. I was just thinking of resting with you for a while."
Who knew that Zhou Pingchuan's well-intentioned act would backfire, with the other party accusing him: "It's all your fault for squeezing into my life! You've given me nightmares!"
Xia Mian, realizing she might make a sound, quickly tried to save face: "It scared me so much that I ran around in my dreams screaming."
“Yes, there was definitely a sound,” Zhou Pingchuan pondered for a moment, “and it even called my name.”
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He called Zhou Pingchuan's name? He didn't say anything he shouldn't have! Xia Mian's heart pounded: "...Ah, I think I dreamt about you. In my dream, you turned into a monster and kept chasing me, that's why I called out to you."
As he spoke, he carefully observed Zhou Pingchuan.
Zhou Pingchuan's expression remained unchanged as he quietly watched him.
What he didn't know was that the so-called "calling names" didn't exist at all; Zhou Pingchuan was testing him.
Now it's been tested; he's in Xia Mian's dreams.
The spring dream of summer hibernation, the object of which—is him.
Zhou Pingchuan suddenly laughed, which made Xia Mian feel uneasy all over and her mind was in complete chaos.
After laughing, Zhou Pingchuan didn't refute him. He simply bent his index finger and gently stroked his cheek: "Weren't you having a nightmare? Why is your face red?"
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