My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 99 Anyway, you don't like me.

Zhou Heming felt like he had a very long dream.

In his dream, everything left him, and things left countless afterimages. He seemed to fall from a great height in an instant, yet it seemed as if he would never reach the end.

He was sometimes a child, chasing after his parents' backs, falling and crying amidst the clatter of the train.

Sometimes he is an adult, walking alone on a snowy night, the streetlights stretching his shadow long, as if the world has nothing to do with him.

He was a boy at times, watching helplessly as the girl he loved most left, while he could only stand there, unable to reach the lover who was so close.

He saw ice blocks in the sunlight, nails dancing to the sound of a flute, canned goods, an old man tied to a tree, a storm, and a butterfly flapping its wings—a bizarre, absurd, and strange spectacle.

Until the faint fragrance and some slight noises in the room made Zhou Heming open his sleepy eyes.

He saw the girl carrying a porcelain bowl, slowly walking out of the kitchen, blowing on it as she did so.

"Ah He, you're awake!"

The girl spoke softly, stirring the bowl of porridge with a spoon. She then moved a sofa stool and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Zhou Heming sat up in a daze, his nose stinging, unsure whether it was from a cold or something else.

The girl scooped up a spoonful of white porridge, patiently blew on it, and first tested the temperature with her lips before bringing it to Zhou Heming's mouth.

"Slow down, it's still a bit hot."

The gentle voice made Zhou Heming's throat itch; he didn't know if it was due to a cold or some other reason.

He sipped the white porridge from the spoon.

"How about it?"

The girl smiled.

"It doesn't taste very good."

Zhou Heming's words were actually a bit euphemistic.

It can only be said that young girls are indeed not suited to the kitchen; even the porridge cooked in a rice cooker is a bit hard to swallow.

"Girls will get angry if you say that."

She said this, but she didn't look angry at all. Instead, she smiled and served Zhou Heming a second spoonful.

Zhou Heming was probably really hungry, because he actually felt he could swallow the second bite.

"I'll do it myself."

He tried to carry the bowl himself, but the girl stopped him.

“It would be bad if you didn’t hold it properly and spilled it. Ah He, you’re a patient, so just lie down and let me take care of you.”

The girl stirred the porridge with a spoon and spoke gently.

"After all, I'm Ahe's girlfriend~"

Zhou Heming looked up at the girl. His eyes were a little red, perhaps just from sleeping too much and his eyes were dry.

The girl fed Zhou Heming the porridge spoonful by spoonful, and carefully wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue.

Zhou Heming felt his head was spinning, his limbs were weak, and his nose was stuffy.

The girl took the temperature gun and pressed it on his forehead.

"37.8 degrees Celsius, the fever has subsided slightly, the medication should be working well, take it again tonight and it should be fine."

She prepared to put the temperature gun back in the living room.

Zhou Heming grabbed the girl's hand, somewhat forcefully, and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if he wanted to meld her into his own body.

The girl in his arms stiffened for only a moment. Soon, she knelt on the bed, wrapped her arms around Zhou Heming's neck, and let him lean against her chest, gently patting his back as if coaxing a child to sleep.

"Ah He, be good, you need to rest well so you can get better soon."

She comforted him as if she had exhausted all the tenderness in the world.

"Don't leave me, okay?"

With blurry eyes, Zhou Heming murmured to himself.

"Well, I guess I'll just stay with Ah-He until she falls asleep~"

The girl responded, kicked off her slippers, and lay down on her side with Zhou Heming, covering herself with the blanket.

The two embraced and snuggled together, their bodies intertwined, like lovers, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Only when Zhou Heming made a soft breathing sound did the girl tiptoe, carefully and gently climb out of the covers.

Looking at the sleeping boy, the girl's expression was slightly bitter. She smiled helplessly and tasted the last bit of white porridge at the bottom of the bowl with the spoon she had just used to feed Zhou Heming.

"It really doesn't taste good."

Lu Bai smiled wryly.

*
Zhou Heming felt that he must have woken up once during the night, drank a bowl of plain porridge that still tasted indescribable, and took his medicine under the girl's gentle comfort before falling into a deep sleep.

In his sleep, he felt both cold and restless.

In his silent agony, Zhou Heming seemed to have found a warm, soft, petite body belonging to a young girl in his arms.

She kept comforting the boy with words, responding to his hugs, and using her body heat to soothe his cold.

In response, the boy simply called out that name again and again.

"Frostfall."

"Yes, I'll always be here, A-He, I'll never leave~"

Holding the reassuring body of the young girl in his arms, Zhou Heming seemed to no longer feel uncomfortable and slept peacefully like a baby.

the next morning.

Zhou Heming opened his eyes, and his previously confused mind, which had been shrouded in mist, became perfectly clear.

then.

He saw it.

The faint morning light seeped through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the profile of the girl lying beside him, dressed in cotton. She seemed to be having a long dream, her pale cherry-colored lips slightly pursed, exuding a captivating beauty.

If Zhou Heming were to describe what that scene was like, he would probably write something like this:

Years later, when Zhou Heming wakes his lover with a light kiss, he will remember that distant morning when he first recovered from a serious illness and opened his eyes to see the girl nestled in his arms.

Soon, Zhou Heming found that Lu Bai's arms were around his waist, like he was hugging a large pillow.

He raised his hand and gently brushed the hair from Lu Bai's forehead.

He saw the girl's long eyelashes drooping, her pale cherry-colored lips slightly parted, as if he could glimpse an alluring pink within.

Lu Bai frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed, and moved closer to him, burying his face in Zhou Heming's neck. His warm breath brushed against Zhou's skin, like a tickle on his heart, causing a surge of youthful instinct.

"I think I went a bit too far last night."

He thought to himself that Zhou Heming's memory was a bit hazy and he didn't quite remember what he had done, but he was glad that he hadn't gone too far as to do anything too inappropriate to the girl in his arms.

Perhaps the only thing left is a hug.

After repeatedly confirming his memory, Zhou Heming breathed a sigh of relief.

He tried to get up, but Lu Bai held him tightly, making it difficult for Zhou Heming to move without disturbing the girl.

So Zhou Heming gave up on getting up.

He lingered in the fleeting warmth and decided to waste his time.

Staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, lost in thought, Zhou Heming felt the girl beside him make a soft humming sound after about fifty minutes. Her nose brushed against the boy's neck, and she lifted her head and opened her sleepy eyes.

"Good morning."

Zhou Heming met his gaze and said good morning.

"morning."

Lu Bai's voice was thick and viscous, as if he hadn't fully woken up.

The two were silent for a moment.

Lu Bai suddenly realized that she was lying on top of Zhou Heming. She immediately pulled her hands and feet back, turned her body stiffly, and sat up.

"You...you're better from your cold?"

"The fever should have subsided."

His throat still hurts, he's coughing, and his nose is blocked from breathing. All Zhou Heming can say is that he's conscious.

"Lie down first, I'll take your temperature."

As Lu Bai spoke, he got out of bed, tugged at his short-sleeved pajamas, and slid off in his slippers to the coffee table in the living room to get a thermometer gun. He then pulled the trigger and pointed it at Zhou Heming's forehead.

"boom!"

It also had a voiceover.

"Oh, I'm dead."

Zhou Heming went along with her act, falling down with exaggerated movements.

"36.7 degrees Celsius, which is basically normal. Judging from your appearance, all that's left is a runny nose and cough."

Lu Bai placed the temperature gun on the bedside table, sat on the bed, and looked at Zhou Heming.

“You kept calling Cheng Shuangjiang’s name last night, probably hundreds of times.”

"."

Zhou Heming is completely dead.

Lu Bai's reminder reminded him.

Memories that should have faded away with the flu virus began to attack him.

Damn me!
"Wait, so I did hug you last night."

Zhou Heming didn't finish his sentence.

My head was pinned down by a cushion.

Lu Baigan's.

"Stop, stop, stop! You'll really die in a minute!"

Zhou Heming let out a muffled sound.

Lu Bai moved the cushion away.

"Since you're a patient, it's only right that we take care of you."

she muttered.

"Take care of him is what I say."

Zhou Heming sat up, sniffed, and looked at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Actually, I slept quite well last night. I usually need to hug a pillow to fall asleep, otherwise I don't feel at ease, but I slept very well last night."

Lu Bai casually uttered a somewhat weighty statement, then stretched, slightly lifting the hem of his clothes to reveal his flat stomach and navel.

"what time is it now?"

Zhou Heming looked away, took out his phone from beside his pillow, and glanced at it; it was only 6:30.

"It's so early, I need to sleep a little longer, haha—"

Lu Bai yawned and prepared to climb back into bed. "Then I'll go to the sofa."

Zhou Heming was about to get up when Lu Bai immediately grabbed his sleeve.

"where are you going?"

"sofa."

Zhou Heming sat back down under Lu Bai's watchful gaze.

"You're still a patient, so get some rest."

Lu Bai rejected Zhou Heming's proposal in an unquestionable tone.

"Then could you bring me the novel? If I wake up early, I can read it."

Zhou Heming gave up struggling.

"Because I promised to tell you."

"Uh-huh."

Lu Bai got up to pick up "One Hundred Years of Solitude" from the coffee table.

While he was doing this, Zhou Heming cleaned up the snot and phlegm that had accumulated in his nose all night, and then lay down.

Lu Bai placed the book next to Zhou Heming's pillow, then snuggled into the warm blankets and hugged Zhou Heming's neck.

"You really believe me."

The boy felt the girl's soft body and said teasingly.

"Last night, you didn't move even when you were calling Cheng Shuangjiang's name. You really do like her."

Lu Bai's murmured words, accompanied by his breath, brushed past Zhou Heming's ear.

".Um."

Zhou Heming was speechless for a moment and could only tell the truth.

"So, I'm not worried that you'll do anything out of line."

Lu Bai closed his eyes.

*
When Lu Bai woke up again, he saw Zhou Heming leaning against the headboard, reading a novel.

She was lying on the pillow, one hand holding Zhou Heming's arm, and the other hand had somehow grabbed his palm.

"you're awake?"

Zhou Heming seemed to have almost finished reading the whole book. Noticing Lu Bai's movements, he noted down the page number and closed the book.

"My hands are almost numb."

"Tsk tsk, it's your hand's good fortune to be held by me."

As Lu Bai spoke, he let go of Zhou Heming's hand, got up, and rubbed his eyes.

How long did I sleep?

Before she finished speaking, she noticed that she and Zhou Heming were very close. Their breaths mingled, and she could feel the warm breath that belonged to each other.

Lu Bai suddenly shifted back, hastily creating some distance.

"It's twelve o'clock now, are you hungry?"

Zhou Heming didn't seem to care and was just getting ready to get up.

"I'll cook the porridge."

Lu Bai frantically tried to find a way to make amends.

"No, let me do it."

To save his own life, Zhou Heming immediately stopped him.

He didn't want to be hospitalized because of food safety issues right after recovering from a cold.

"You can lie down for a while longer, or browse your phone. I just checked my phone and saw that I can order delivery from the supermarket downstairs, so I bought some easy-to-prepare food."

"Okay."

Lu Bai took out his phone.

"However, we actually slept through the entire first day of the Lunar New Year."

Zhou Heming felt almost better, but his steps were a little unsteady because he had been drinking not-so-tasty porridge all day.

He finished washing up, and just then there was a knock on the apartment door. He opened it and took a large bag of food from the delivery guy.

"Although I didn't ask before, you can eat congee with preserved egg and lean pork, right?"

Zhou Heming turned around and asked.

"eat!"

Lu Bai, who was lying in bed playing on his phone, immediately answered.

"That's no problem."

Zhou Heming began to prepare the ingredients.

Pat pat pat—

After a while, Lu Bai came running over in his slippers, approached Zhou Heming, and curiously observed what he was doing.

"You also bought a cutting board and a kitchen knife?"

Lu Bai pondered that he didn't seem to have the same kitchen utensils that Zhou Heming was currently using at home.

I just bought it on a whim.

Zhou Heming is slicing ginger.

"And seasonings!"

Lu Bai looked at the spice bottles that had never appeared in his house before.

"Don't talk like you've discovered a new continent."

Zhou Heming complained.

"You even bought groceries? Are you planning to cook for yourself?!"

Lu Bai examined the ingredients in the plastic bag and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. Then, she turned her head and asked quietly.

"You wouldn't be thinking of moving into my house from now on, would you?"

"It's not impossible."

Zhou Heming found Lu Bai quite interesting, so he teased him.

"Then you'll have to split the rent and utilities. I can pay for groceries, but you'll be responsible for cooking and washing dishes."

Lu Bai was actually seriously planning on his fingers.

"I'm just kidding."

Zhou Heming immediately explained.

"But what you just said was true."

"."

Zhou Heming was speechless.

"So, you also find Lord Lu Bai's bed soft and comfortable, and you've come to enjoy sleeping here, haven't you?"

Lu Bai asked with a smile.

"Yes, I like it."

Zhou Heming nodded.

"Well."

Lu Bai was a little speechless. She changed the subject and went back to the coffee table. She turned on the TV and used the noisy and cheerful rerun of the Spring Festival Gala to cover up her panic from a moment ago.

Lunch consisted of congee with preserved egg and lean pork, stir-fried vegetables, and canned food from Lu Bai's refrigerator.

"Just eat it as is, there's not much food."

Zhou Heming served the two of them two bowls of porridge and placed them on the coffee table.

The two sat side by side on the sofa and began to eat lunch. Their arms and knees occasionally touched, but it didn't feel like an obstacle. Instead, it gave them a subtle sense of security.

The TV was playing past Spring Festival Gala programs. Zhou Heming changed the channel and found that it was a food documentary that had been broadcast before. So he put down the remote control and watched it with Lu Bai while they ate.

"It's delicious! You really know how to cook!"

Lu Bai tasted a spoonful of the preserved egg and lean pork congee and his eyes lit up immediately.

"You can cook this kind of porridge in a rice cooker if you have hands, right?"

Zhou Heming was not happy because of Lu Bai's praise.

"Anyway, he's better than me."

Lu Bai chuckled, tasted another stir-fried vegetable, and still praised it highly.

“If we use your standards, then Qiao Jinchen could also be a culinary god.”

Zhou Heming joked.

"You used to be so good at coaxing Cheng Shuangjiang, why do you always like to belittle me?"

Lu Bai nudged Zhou Heming lightly with his elbow and then frowned.

"I'm really curious, according to Cheng Shuangjiang, how exactly did we become husband and wife?"

"I do not know."

Zhou Heming gave an excellent answer.

"Do you want to give it a try?"

Lu Bai suddenly spoke up as if struck by a flash of inspiration.

"try what?"

Zhou Heming stopped using his spoon, but his gaze remained fixed on the television screen. A documentary was playing about the story of shrimp paste, a story that was always moving no matter how many times you watched it.

"Try it, act like a couple, do things you and Cheng Shuangjiang used to do. It will also add material to your script. After all, you're telling the story entirely from a male perspective right now, without any description of female inner thoughts, which makes it difficult for actors to perform."

Lu Bai's explanation was so reasonable and well-founded that Zhou Heming almost believed it.

"Therefore, we just need to follow your script, with me playing the role of Cheng Shuangjiang, and go through a similar experience again."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Heming turned his head and met Lu Bai's gaze.

"According to what you and Cheng Shuangjiang said, this is the script for a hugely popular drama that I'm going to star in, so I have to study and revise it carefully."

Lu Bai did not back down.

"That makes some sense."

Zhou Heming couldn't find any reason to refute it.

"Don't worry, it's just for the script and the performance. We'll be careful and keep things in check."

Lu Bai smiled, looked away, and picked up a piece of green vegetable.

Anyway, you don't like me.

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