Chapter 34 You damned liar, don't even think about it!
"Mmm," Cheng Jia mumbled, so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open.
He really was going to sleep.
Shi Qingci didn't say anything more. She stepped aside to make way for the swaying man and quietly watched the drunkard's back as he walked towards the bedroom.
After waiting for a while, he followed behind.
The earthen-yellow wooden bedroom door has a Qing dynasty porcelain enamel trim.
Close the doors and windows when you go to sleep.
"......"
It's so hot.
Cheng Jia thought to herself, half asleep.
There weren't enough blankets, but the temperature inside the bed was higher than usual, so how could there be a sophisticated fragrance? This kind of fragrance couldn't possibly be in his bed.
My dream today felt so real.
Cheng Jia rolled over and lay flat on her back, closing her eyes and slightly frowning.
Her arms began to fidget under the covers, and rustling sounds came from between her legs.
"?" Shi Qingci lay on her side facing Cheng Jia.
He had been in bed for more than twenty minutes, but he still couldn't fall asleep. After all, he hadn't shared a bed with this person for five years, so it wasn't easy for him to fall asleep.
What is Cheng Jia doing with her hands?
"Clang." Cheng Jia kicked his pants out of bed and they fell to the floor.
Shi Qingci focused her attention for a moment and saw Cheng Jia glare at her again. She quickly took off her hoodie and casually threw it on the side of the bed.
"......"
This was an unexpected situation.
Yes, that's right.
Feeling hot, Cheng Jia took off her clothes.
She was lying next to Shi Qingci wearing only her underwear.
Cheng Jia went back to sleep, habitually lying on her right side, completely unaware that someone was lying behind her. She fell asleep again in less than two minutes.
His head was round and chubby, and Shi Qingci stared at the skin on the back of his neck.
Shi Qingci didn't dare to move, and she restrained herself from thinking about what was under the covers. She just lay stiffly next to Cheng Jia, her sweater-clad arm on the blanket, pressing it down to prevent Cheng Jia's bare back from being exposed to the cold air.
The bedding smelled of soapberries that had been sun-dried.
Cheng Jia's hygiene habits are also okay; at least she airs out her quilt every week.
The bedroom wasn't large, and thin curtains hung on the window behind Shi Qingci.
They slept away from the sunlight, and the room was very quiet.
It was so quiet that they could hear each other breathing.
Before falling asleep, Shi Qingci wondered if Cheng Jia would misunderstand his behavior of sleeping on the bed after he woke up, but he quickly dismissed the thought.
It's not like they haven't slept together before.
Moreover, it was he who brought the drunk Cheng Jia back.
Cheng Jia should have let him stay overnight.
This is called the way to treat guests.
Thinking this, I fell into a deep sleep.
"......"
Two hours later, the Sichuan restaurant downstairs opened for business.
Four hours later, the fumes from the stir-frying in the kitchen seeped into the bedroom.
Six hours later, the midday sun shone brightly, turning the room into a golden hue. This damn apartment layout had no sunlight in the living room, but the bedroom was dazzlingly bright.
Six and a half hours later...
The sleeping Cheng Jia nestled into Shi Qingci's arms.
Perhaps because the white sweater was so soft and comfortable, and the man had broad, strong shoulders, Cheng Jia's face was nestled in the man's shoulder, which blocked out the light, making her sleep more comfortably.
Shi Qingci's chin felt itchy from Cheng Jia's hair brushing against it.
He woke up briefly for a few seconds, but seeing that Cheng Jia was sleeping soundly, he went back to sleep.
The two of them slept soundly.
"......"
Cheng Jia woke up first.
Around 2 p.m., the kitchen of the restaurant downstairs gradually quieted down.
Cheng Jia hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time. Her eyes weren't blinded by the sunlight, the bed was filled with the scent of high-end woody perfume, and her nose wasn't sore from the cooking fumes.
He made a movement that a man unconsciously makes after waking up.
It's similar to squeezing through a blanket.
Cheng Jia closed her eyes and hummed, "...Mmm, that feels good."
Today's 'quilt' is exceptionally comfortable, fragrant and warm, and very cuddly. When you lean against it, it's not too soft; the texture is just right.
......etc.
Three seconds after the brain went blank.
He suddenly opened his eyes as he smelled the perfume that cost over 30,000 yuan!
His face turned deathly pale almost instantly, and his eyes were filled with astonishment and panic.
He heard breathing sounds above his head that didn't belong to him.
Cheng Jia didn't dare to look up, and her whole body was so stiff that she dared not move.
But his own hand was on this person's waist, his fingertips could touch the warm sweater, and smell the woody perfume warmed by body heat. The part he dared not move was his lower body.
What he was holding wasn't a blanket.
That was Shi Zong's legs.
Cheng Jia was in a state of confusion and disorientation, but she was certain that she was in her own home.
I don't understand why Shiqing porcelain is here.
Why was Shi Qingci lying on his bed?
His memory was fragmented after drinking; he only remembered having someone drive him to the villa to apologize. Who was driving? Was it Shi Tou or Lin Baiyue?
The wind was cold in the corridor, and then something else happened.
It seems he got into a fight with someone.
Cheng Jia: "?"
It couldn't be Shi Qingci who was hit.
No, fighting isn't even the main point right now.
The key point is—
This person was lying on his bed!
His legs were still wrapped around President Shi's legs, and he needed to move back to create some distance.
They remained frozen in place for another half minute, not daring to move.
Cheng Jia broke out in a cold sweat, gritted her teeth, and began to move backward with renewed courage.
Lifting the covers slightly, Cheng Jia saw that Shi Qingci was wearing her clothes intact, which calmed her down a little. However, when she saw that she was only wearing her underwear, her brows furrowed in annoyance.
What a horrifying and embarrassing scene this is.
He held his breath as still as possible, but still didn't dare to look up.
With her eyes closed and using her elbows to support herself on the bed, Cheng Jia slowly backed away, moving her thighs away from Shi Qingci's legs. In her heart, she prayed to the Bodhisattva to protect this person from waking up, inching further away.
Just before I was about to run out of oxygen, I finally managed to get away from this person.
Cheng Jia didn't hesitate to quietly get out of bed.
Without daring to look back, he bent down, picked up the hoodie from the ground, covered his underwear with it, and barefoot, pulled open the bedroom door and slipped out!
"......"
On the bed, the moment the bedroom door closed.
The man slowly opened his eyes and saw the figure hunched over and fleeing in a disheveled state. Shi Qingci's eyes showed a hint of embarrassment amidst her anger and embarrassment, and her ears were already red.
The little incident just now—
He wanted to get angry after being talked back to, but dared not utter a sound.
Shi Qingci wasn't dead; he woke up the moment Cheng Jia straightened his back.
Pretending to be asleep was just to avoid embarrassment.
In retrospect, this was a very wise choice.
He closed his eyes and exhaled a burning breath, his lips curving into an uncontrollable smile.
That was the first time...
He was so close to Cheng Jia's desires.
The lingering sensation on her thigh was still vivid. Shi Qingci pulled the blanket over her head and forced herself to continue sleeping, her feelings a jumble of emotions.
Let's just pretend this little incident never happened.
Just pretend he never woke up.
I didn't sleep very well this time.
Shi Qingci was half-asleep when she dreamed about the day she went to see the house.
In the car, Li Jia smiled lightly and said to him:
'It's my fault, I never thought that a casual lie would make you so innocent and devoted to me until now.'
Wow, you gay people have such a high tolerance for men. Maybe you haven't seen many men.
By the way, you know I'm straight, right?
"......"
In her sleep, Shi Qingci's breathing grew heavier and heavier, her brows furrowed.
Even his fists were unconsciously clenched!
In the dream, he was questioning Cheng Jia: '...I'm the easiest to fool, aren't I? I trusted you, I was good to you, and yet that's how it ended. You're quite pleased with yourself, aren't you, Cheng Jia?'
Cheng Jia took him to eat hot pot, cooked vegetables for him, peeled shrimp for him, and told him that after his afternoon nap they would play ball, as the end of the semester was approaching and he would be a junior in college.
Cheng Jia secretly turned on his computer while he was taking a nap, her back view furtive.
Cheng Jia went to a private room in the coffee shop and handed the USB drive to his uncle.
After his father's funeral, he returned home drunk.
Cheng Jia knelt beside the sofa, leaned down to kiss him, fed him a sedative, then suddenly pushed him away, turned around and walked away without looking back.
Cheng Jia...
Cheng Jia is a heartless liar.
It was beyond saving five years ago or five years from now.
Cheng Jia will only hurt him; she takes his sincerity for a fool.
Shi Qingci will never like Cheng Jia again in her life.
Damn it, he was almost fooled by Cheng Jia's current miserable state.
I almost went too far as to forgive Cheng Jia.
He is beyond redemption.
As it turns out, some deep wounds cannot be completely forgiven simply because of occasional tenderness.
It's very likely that you'll forgive someone every time you think about it.
This is a long war that requires repeatedly overcoming painful memories.
Cheng Jia is like a piece of candy coated with poison, extremely tempting.
His body instincts always made Shi Qingci want to get close to Cheng Jia, but his dreams reflected his deepest fears, which he was still afraid of even after many years.
He is still stuck in the year when he was betrayed and cruelly abandoned by the person he liked.
It was difficult for Qing dynasty porcelain to gain wider recognition.
This dream was like a warning to him:
Scammers are dangerous; do not fall for them again.
He needs to pull back from the brink.
"......"
"Click." Someone turned the bedroom door.
Shi Qingci had just emerged from her dream and stared coldly at the doorway.
then--
They met eyes unexpectedly.
Cheng Jia had a light blue bath towel wrapped around his waist. His limbs were well-proportioned and long, and his hair was damp and stuck to his fair forehead. His expression was awkward and a little helpless. He stood at the door with his upper body naked.
His chest was completely exposed, and water droplets were still dripping down his abdominal muscles.
The coldness and ruthlessness that Shi Qingci had just established were instantly cracked upon seeing this scene.
It was hard for him not to suspect that the swindler was deliberately seducing him.
Shi Qingci tried her best to remain calm, shifting her gaze from Cheng Jia's chest and coldly questioning, "What do you want to do to me by walking in like this?"
You damn liar, don't even think about it!
"Me?" What can I do?
Cheng Jia was taken aback by the question, and after realizing what she had done, she awkwardly replied, "I wasn't thinking about anything, I was just getting my clothes."
He didn't know that the other person had already woken up.
After taking a shower, I realized I hadn't taken any clothes, which were all in the closet in my bedroom.
Cheng Jia strode to the wardrobe and haphazardly pulled out a set of yellow duck pajamas.
Then they heard the person on the bed sneer again—
"Ah, that would be best."
"......"
Cheng Jia, with her back to the bed: "?"
What are you talking about? Did he break President Shi's head last night?
Early in the morning, he was talking nonsense.
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