Chapter 106: Sleep with me
It was late at night and everyone was asleep.
On the third floor of the Qin family villa, there was only a dim bedside lamp with warm tones on in the bedroom.
Qin Yanchuan hadn't yet digested the story of the fairy boy and the old prince. He expressionlessly opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a storybook with yellowed pages but well-preserved, and handed it to Shi Yang.
It was the same book that Shi Yang saw last time when he used the invisibility cloak and sneaked into the bedroom. At that time, He Miaomiao was reading a story to Qin Yanchuan.
"Be gentle."
Qin Yanchuan gave another worried instruction, then threw back the quilt and got into bed.
Shi Yang responded, carefully opened the storybook, looked at the man sitting on the bed with hesitation, and said in a rather euphemistic tone:
"Uncle Qin, this storybook is very old. It looks older than me."
Qin Yanchuan: “…”
There is no way to refute this fact.
He lay down on the bed, covered himself with the quilt, clasped his hands in front of him, and then slowly closed his eyes.
Lying very peacefully.
"Just read and don't ask so many questions."
Shi Yang said "oh", pulled a chair and sat down beside the bed, and began to read a bedtime story to Master Qin to coax him to sleep.
"Once upon a time, there was a very cute ..."
The familiar tone and content, the memories just now began to surge back.
Qin Yanchuan still closed his eyes, but his facial muscles slightly tightened, his lips moved, and he whispered, "Don't miss your little fairy boy and the old prince."
"What? I just started reading, just listen."
"Besides, the story I just made up is so good, especially the ending. Uncle Qin, you really don't know how to appreciate it."
The ending is that the fairy boy uses his magic to defeat the evil Western dragon and rescues the old prince who has eaten a poisonous apple and is in a coma from the dragon's claws.
In the end, the little boy and the old prince lived happily together.
Oh, by the way, there are also the old prince’s two silly nephews.
“…”
Qin Yanchuan didn't want to recall the past anymore.
Shi Yang cleared his throat and began to read the story seriously.
"Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a king whose belly was so big that he could never find suitable clothes to wear..."
Shi Yang's voice was actually very nice. He deliberately lowered his tone and told the king's story slowly and at a leisurely pace.
His voice still has a hint of youthfulness, it's clean and light, with a soft and warm power.
Qin Yanchuan closed his eyes, his restless heart gradually calmed down, and his breathing became even and slow.
Shi Yang was reading the story, and from time to time he looked at the man on the bed, who was lying there quietly, sleeping more and more peacefully.
Should be asleep?
Sure enough, everyone can read stories.
As long as I can coax the old man to sleep, it's fine. There's no need to pick a special person.
Shi Yang read several stories in succession before he stopped tentatively, leaned closer, and looked at Qin Yanchuan's face carefully.
The eyelashes are really thick and long.
Shi Yang sighed in her heart and was about to reach out to touch Qin Yanchuan's eyelashes, but who knew that the man's closed mouth suddenly opened and closed, and at the same time uttered two hoarse and low words: "Continue."
Shi Yang was startled, and quickly retracted his hand and sat up straight.
He was silent, and it turned out he wasn't asleep yet.
He turned the yellowed pages of the storybook and continued reading the next story.
"One day, the little gecko was catching mosquitoes in the corner of the wall. Suddenly, a snake appeared and bit his tail tightly..."
"Ouch, that hurts."
…
Just like that, Shi Yang continued to recite for another thirty minutes without stopping, until his throat was almost dry.
Looking again, Qin Yanchuan was still lying motionless on the bed, without any reaction, and didn't even turn over.
I finally fell asleep this time.
Shi Yang stopped and pursed his dry lips.
The next second, another low voice suddenly reached his eardrums, and it was still two words: "Continue."
Shi Yang gritted his teeth secretly, stretched out his index and middle fingers silently, and poked Qin Yanchuan's eyes, which had been closed, twice in the air.
Qin Yanchuan still did not respond.
"Once upon a time, in a big green forest, there was a very beautiful little wooden house. There lived Dad Pig and Mummy Pig..."
Shi Yang read for another thirty minutes. His voice changed from being clean and clear at the beginning to being listless, weak and hoarse.
It's already one o'clock in the morning.
He read for an hour and a half without stopping or even drinking water.
He read the whole story book.
"Finally, the little rooster and the little duck lived happily together."
After reading the last story, Shi Yang was completely exhausted. He tilted his head back, leaning against the back of the chair, dying.
At the same time, Qin Yanchuan, who was lying on the bed, silently lifted his thin eyelids. His eyes were clear and indifferent, and he looked at the ceiling without any sleepiness.
Then, his lips moved slightly, and two words came out of his throat: "Continue."
The calm words sounded like the devil's call to Shi Yang's ears.
“…”
Time ripples silently breaking through the defenses.
He closed his eyes, and let his arms fall limply, pretending that he could not hear or see anything. He was a complete failure.
I shouldn't have brought this up just now, but now it's alright.
I couldn't continue reading, and I couldn't sleep either.
Qin Yanchuan lifted the quilt, sat up from the bed, and glanced at Shi Yang who was sitting opposite him, half-dead.
I don't know how much time has passed. Qin Yanchuan leaned against the head of the bed casually, raised the corner of his lips, and spoke slowly and quietly: "I still can't sleep. What do you say I should do?"
Shi Yang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he continued to pretend to be dead.
Qin Yanchuan continued: "Call your sweetheart back?"
Shi Yang's drooping fingertips curled up, and his eyelashes trembled more obviously.
"Or..." Qin Yanchuan watched his every move, and slowly leaned his upper body towards the bed. He hesitated for a moment before softly saying, "Will you sleep with me?"
His voice echoed in the quiet bedroom, sounding particularly clear.
Shi Yang sat up in shock from his dying illness and suddenly opened his eyes, "Since Uncle Qin has said so, I can't refuse your request."
"Although I think this is a bit inappropriate, I have been living and eating for free during this period, so I have to do something for you, otherwise I will feel guilty."
When he finished speaking, Shi Yang had already taken off his shoes and climbed onto the bed. He got into the warm quilt and lay down next to Qin Yanchuan very skillfully. He grabbed the quilt with both hands and blinked at him very obediently.
After a set of movements, it is extremely smooth and silky.
It seemed as if it had been rehearsed hundreds of times.
"I'm so shy, Uncle Qin, please don't look at me like that."
Qin Yanchuan: “…”
Shi Yang pursed his dry lips again, "I'm so thirsty, is there any water?"
Qin Yanchuan: “No.”
Shi Yang looked at him with disappointment and sighed softly.
"I have been sitting here reading stories for almost two hours straight, and I don't know for whom. Others charge for reading stories, but I don't want a penny. Now I can't even drink water."
Shi Yang closed his eyes, turned over, and pulled the quilt towards him.
"Forget it. I deserve it."
Veins on Qin Yanchuan's forehead gradually emerged. He rubbed his swollen and painful temples, then reached out and took the cup of water from the bedside table.
"Go back after you finish drinking."
Shi Yang sat up, took the cup, tilted his head back and drank the half cup of water in it, then casually raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth.
He returned the empty cup to Qin Yanchuan, "Thank you."
Then she lay down on the bed very smoothly, pulled the quilt to cover herself tightly, leaving only her fair and beautiful face exposed.
"Uncle Qin, good night."