Falling into the rain

The lights in the room were turned off, leaving only a wall lamp on one side. Yu Tingyu decided to spend the night in a chair, since she didn't feel comfortable leaving the drunk Wen Huaixu alone in a room.

But Wen Huaixu patted the other side of the bed and said in a low voice, "Get on."

Yu Tingyu's breath hitched. "...Isn't this inappropriate?"

Although she also longed to share a bed with Wen Huaixu, when the opportunity actually presented itself, she suddenly had second thoughts.

"No need, I'll just sleep here for a while, and besides..." She stopped mid-sentence, as if she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"And what?" Wen Huaixu asked.

Yu Tingyu lowered her eyes, her voice barely audible: "I'm a restless sleeper, I'm afraid I'll kick you..."

Wen Huaixu chuckled softly upon hearing this, his tone carrying a hint of knowingness: "Do you think I don't know whether you're being dishonest or not?"

He had taken care of her since she was a child, and he knew Yu Tingyu's sleeping posture better than she did.

Wen Huaixu closed his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, and whispered, "Bring me a blanket and massage my temples again."

He thought to himself that being drunk was the worst feeling he could ever have, and this was the last time.

In the past, there was nothing that could make him drink all night, except for Yu Tingyu. But as long as she could be more obedient and not always make him angry, he would never need to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

"……oh."

Yu Tingyu didn't refuse anymore. She took a thin blanket and sat down on the bed on the other side.

She lowered her head, placing her fingertips on his temples. She applied gentle pressure, her fingertips slowly massaging, her movements clumsy yet earnest: "Is this pressure okay?"

Wen Huaixu's tense brows gradually relaxed. With his eyes closed, he could feel the warmth of the girl's fingertips and her deliberately soft breathing.

"Heavier."

Yu Tingyu agreed and obediently tightened her grip.

I don't know how long he was being massaged, but his breathing gradually became calm and even, and his thin lips were pursed, so he had obviously fallen asleep.

Yu Tingyu lowered her eyes to look at his face, which was so close to hers. The light fell on his high nose bridge, casting a faint shadow.

Her gaze slowly slid down from his tightly closed brows and eyes, fixing for a moment on his thin lips.

Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden realization, her pupils constricted, and she abruptly looked away.

Yu Tingyu's throat was so dry and painful.

She felt ashamed of the fleeting thought that had crossed her mind.

Her eyelashes trembled a few times, her hands continued moving, but her mind was in complete turmoil.

This intimate distance was something Yu Tingyu had fantasized about many times before, but at this moment, she was afraid that he would wake up in the next second and expose the thoughts hidden in her eyes.

Her breathing suddenly slowed, and the massage movements gradually stopped. Her gaze involuntarily fell on that spot again, where the slightly pursed thin lips were particularly clear in the dim light.

Yu Tingyu's heartbeat rang out like a drumbeat, landing in her ears. She was even worried that her heartbeat would wake Wen Huaixu.

A crazy voice told her—

Just for a moment.

It will be over in a second.

Let's just assume she couldn't stand being sleepy and accidentally touched him when she looked down.

Isn't that how it's always portrayed in idol dramas? It's a common trope.

Once she made the decision, she was even a little nervous, and her fingertips felt cold.

Yu Tingyu subconsciously held her breath, lowered her head, and her nose almost touched his cheek. The distance was very close, and she could smell his cool scent mixed with the smell of alcohol, and feel his steady breathing brush against her cheek.

Reason told her she couldn't do it, but the desire in her heart was growing wildly like vines.

But Yu Tingyu knew that she wasn't being rational right now.

Let's just go all the way!

She lowered her head, but the feeling was different from what she had imagined.

It felt like a snowflake falling onto her lips, so light that she thought it was an illusion.

They separated in a mere second. Despite his seemingly gentle demeanor, Yu Tingyu reacted as if she had just done some strenuous exercise, her breathing rapid as she clutched her clothes tightly to her chest, afraid to breathe loudly, silently trying to calm her pounding heart.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but after the intense throbbing subsided slightly, she lowered her eyes to look at Wen Huaixu's sleeping face, and her eyes suddenly became hot and burning.

A belated sense of shame welled up inside me.

Knowing that what she was doing was shameful, Yu Tingyu did not regret it. If she were not afraid of waking him up, she would have liked to get closer and do it a few more times.

She is such a despicable and greedy person.

She didn't dare sleep in the bed, so she tiptoed out of bed and slept in a chair all night.

-

Half asleep, Yu Tingyu suddenly felt her body lighten, as if she had fallen into a pair of strong arms. The familiar scent enveloped her, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. She was not fully awake, but her body relaxed a bit. As if she had found a support, she snuggled into his warm embrace.

When I finally woke up, I was awakened by the stinging pain on the back of my hand.

She frowned slightly, and when she opened her eyes, she met Wen Huaixu's deep gaze.

"...Brother?" Yu Tingyu called out subconsciously.

Wen Huaixu didn't respond. He lowered his eyes and gently wiped the burn marks on the back of her hand with ointment.

He held Yu Tingyu's fingertips with one hand, the pressure light, yet it rendered her unable to move.

Yu Tingyu felt the warmth and pain in her hand. The feeling of lightness like a feather last night suddenly rushed into her mind. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire. She hurriedly tried to pull her hand back, but Wen Huaixu held it firmly.

"Don't move." His voice was deep and authoritative, his tone certain: "Was that from making the hangover soup yesterday?"

Yu Tingyu gave a soft "Mmm," and worried that Wen Huaixu would say she couldn't do anything right, so she quickly added, "I've learned my lesson this time, I definitely won't get burned next time."

"There won't be a next time." Wen Huaixu raised his eyes and said in a deep voice, "The kitchen is not a place for you."

Yu Tingyu secretly grumbled to herself.

Why did she cook? It was because he was drunk, so the root of the problem still lies with him.

Yu Tingyu raised her head defiantly and said to him, "Then you're not allowed to drink so much alcohol anymore."

Wen Huaixu threw the used cotton swab into the trash can, then his gaze fell on the red marks on her hand, staring at them intently for a few moments.

He then leaned back in his seat, looking at her with a languid posture, and said in a slow and unhurried tone, "If you don't make me angry, I'll naturally drink less."

Yu Tingyu lowered her head; she now understood why Wen Huaixu was angry.

It turns out that Huai Xu had no idea he wasn't in a relationship; he had misunderstood.

But Yu Tingyu didn't want to explain anything, and asked innocently, "Is it because I said I was getting married that you're unhappy?"

She looked directly into his eyes, a hint of innocence in her expression, skillfully concealing her probing: "Then I won't get married, I'll stay with you for the rest of my life, okay?"

"Nonsense," Wen Huaixu frowned and scolded her.

But after he finished speaking, even he himself couldn't figure out whether she was being unreasonable by not getting married, or being unreasonable by staying with him for the rest of her life.