Xia Rou immediately felt a headache coming on.
Cao Yang’s bedroom was right above hers. The position of it and the layout were all the same. She could easily deduce that this guy must have had too much to drink and gone to the wrong floor.
She tried to pull him up… Cao Yang was 1.84 meters tall. Though he wasn’t as buff as Cao Xiong, who was built like a bear, he wasn’t someone that could be pulled so easily by a girl with such slim arms like herself! Her efforts were in vain and she had sweat all over.
Xia Rou took a glance at the clock beside the bed. It was one in the morning, almost two… She hesitated. Should she wake everyone in the dead of night?
Before she had gone to bed, she had seen Cao Xiong’s car was back, but Cao An didn’t seem to have returned home.
If she were to call someone, she would have to go all the way to the side building to ask Xiao Yang and Uncle Zhou for help… that was going to drag in a lot of people…
Never mind. Translated by The Novelst
Since Cao Yang was sleeping so deeply, Xia Rou thought, why not just leave him be. She would just give him the bed and she would sleep on the sofa.
She rubbed her arms, looking at him.
His suit was crumpled on the floor, his tie still around his neck. He hadn’t even taken off his shoes!
Xia Rou felt helpless. She took off his shoes, then his socks, pulling his legs on to the bed. She eased off his tie.
She thought of a long while, then undid his belt in case it was making him uncomfortable, leaving him in his shirt and long pants to sleep in.
She turned off the lights, darkening the entire room in just an instant. After a few seconds, her sight recovered.
Within the dark, she could still clearly see his face. His eyes were closed… so quiet… as if she hadn’t seem him like this before in her memories…
Thick brows and a straight nose.
His lips that were always reflexively pursed when he saw her were now relaxed…
The moment she died, she had thought she would never be able to see him again…
She remembered clearly: the last thing to flash through her mind was his face.
Everyone says that when someone is going to die, the last person they think of is probably the person closest to them.
From her adolescence to her adulthood, he had protected her for ten years. Ten years… to her, he had already become her closest family.
In the dark, Xia Rou hugged her knees and sat on the bed, staring at this man.
She stared at him for a long while…
To be able to look quietly at him like this – she felt her heart fill with satisfaction.
He was very still, the movement of his chest the only indication he was alive. Suddenly, he seemed to dream of something, the familiar “川” character appearing on his forehead.
Xia Rou kneeled on the bed, her body tilting forward as she stretched out a hand to rub that “川” character out with two fingers, softly.
To see him remain so still, she couldn’t help but softly… hold onto his hand…
Cao Yang’s palm was huge and warm, she needed both her hands to cover one of his.
She was quite familiar with this hand. His fingers were long, knuckles distinct and powerful.
She could still remember how he looked as he gazed at her smile, two fingers balancing a cigarette. She could also remember how he looked when he was angry with her and with nowhere else to vent, he would violently suppress the cigarette butt onto the ashtray.
She could still remember the warmth of this hand when he patted her head. Sometimes he would follow the curve of her hair down to the back of her neck. When he would stop there, his hand would be hot.
But he would take it off her.
In this life, she was very obedient and hadn’t yet made him angry. She listened carefully to everything he said, closer to him now than in the past.
But she could feel it. That familiar feeling between herself and her big brother… was nowhere to be found any longer…
Those feelings that brought up such nostalgia in her, and made her yearn – they seemed to have slowly faded away.
It made her uneasy.
She held his hand, slowly laying down. She pillowed her face onto his warm, dry hands.
Little by little, she thought back to the things that had happened in the past.
Though this life seemed to be much better… she didn’t want to forget the past.
Slowly, sleep overcame her.
Without her realization, her eyes drifted shut…
As Cao Yang woke, he felt the bed was very comfortable, with a warm, soft body beside him.
He didn’t open his eyes, instead flipping his body to embrace the woman beside him.
The sensation he felt was not the smooth texture of a woman’s skin, but instead the comfortable texture of… cotton pajamas?
The feeling was off. Cao Yang’s eyes flew open.
What appeared before him was an angelic sleeping face; pure and innocent, unblemished like a child’s.
Sleeping right beside him, she was completely defenseless.
Cao Yang held his breath for a few moments, staring at her. He then gently got up.
Her long hair was strewn over the bed, her light gray cotton pajamas wrinkled upwards to reveal her thigh. She was curled up like a baby in her mother’s womb.
However, one of her hands was gripped tightly onto his arm, not letting go…
Cao Yang lowered his head to look at himself.
Although his shirt had two buttons unbuttoned, he still had it on. Even his long pants were still on him, it was just that he was barefoot.
Luckily. Translated by The Novelst
He let out a huge sigh of relief.
The problem was – how did Xia Rou get into his bed?
No… He raised his head to realize that it was actually Xia Rou’s room they were in. The question should be: how did he get into Xia Rou’s bed?
The effects of a hangover assailed him immediately. He couldn’t help but rub at his temple.
What was worse than the hangover was the situation before him.
“Xia Rou, Xia Rou!” He pushed her and tried to pull his arm away.
But this little girl mumbled nonsense and hugged his arm even tighter than before.
She seemed to be cold, even squeezing herself into his arms.
A snowy white leg wrapped around his waist…
The pajama pants slid further upwards all the way to her crotch…
So early in the morning, the willpower of men was usually unchallengeable.
Cao Yang’s face turned green.
He swung his arm in a strong motion, flipping Xia Rou.
“Xia Rou! Get up!” Blue veins stood out against his forehead as he shouted.
Xia Rou sleepily sat up, her hair messy and face confused.
She hadn’t shaken off the daze of sleep yet.
Her chest sloped up and down following her slow movements, and he could faintly see the shape of her chest. Obviously… she hadn’t worn a bra…
Cao Yang: “…”
Proofread by: Hannah