Chapter 23: Chi Yuheng: Whose Room Do You Want to Go To?
Ye Ran spoke, but his legs didn’t listen.
Ye Ran: “…”
His head wasn’t a wooden fish; it couldn’t withstand the wooden door’s “knocking” like this.
In a panic, he twisted the doorknob. Outside was the hallway, and his legs weren’t walking aimlessly; rather, they had a strong sense of direction.
Ye Ran couldn’t stay calm. He suspected the plot was controlling him, but he had no idea where it was taking him.
After all, this matter was so crazy it completely exceeded his imagination. Could it be that the plot realized it couldn’t control his thoughts, so it was making him walk out onto the street?
Just in time for the typhoon outside, let the wind blow him to death, let the thunder strike him to death, or let him walk mindlessly into a telephone pole?
In just one minute, Ye Ran had thought of all sorts of ways to die.
But clearly, the development of the plot was different from what he imagined, because he didn’t go downstairs; instead, he turned a corner when he reached the second floor.
Ye Ran: “!!!”
The second floor?!
That was the direction of Chi Yuheng’s room!
Was this right?
It definitely wasn’t right!
Ye Ran lowered his body, trying to make his legs “brake.”
As a result, the “mechanical brake” failed.
Since the mechanical brake failed, he tried to “manually brake.”
Both hands tightly gripped the railing in the hallway, his knuckles turning white from the effort.
Ye Ran gritted his teeth, his back ramrod straight, and even his breathing became rapid. Yet his legs were like they were on fast-forward, still carrying him forward. The railing emitted a slight “creaking” sound under his grip, but it didn’t block the uncontrollable force at all.
Ye Ran wanted to negotiate with the plot. “Don’t do this, don’t do this. If this continues, I’m going to make a scene… I’m really going to make a scene…”
However, no matter how much Ye Ran struggled, he couldn’t stop the passion of a group of “naughty girls” wanting to see some “action.”
Thinking about how he might be going to Chi Yuheng’s room in a moment, the tips of Ye Ran’s ears burned intensely.
If Chi Yuheng really opened the door, what should he say?
Say he was just passing by, or came to the second floor to see the scenery?
He couldn’t possibly say he was there to find Chi Yuheng to sleep, could he!
The plot didn’t give him time to think further. Ye Ran’s hands slipped from the railing, and his legs walked straight toward Chi Yuheng’s room.
Forget it. Since he was already here, he would just play it by ear.
Ye Ran reached the door, and as if it knew he was coming, it happened to open at that moment.
The moment the door opened, a warm yellow light spilled from the crack, landing right at Ye Ran’s feet. Chi Yuheng was wearing dark pajamas, and his hair still carried a bit of dampness, clearly having just showered.
He wasn’t quite at ease about Ye Ran and wanted to go upstairs to check, only to see Ye Ran coming over as soon as he opened the door, though he looked a bit unable to “brake.”
“Thump…”
Ye Ran crashed straight into Chi Yuheng’s embrace.
This hug was completely unexpected.
Ye Ran’s 1.8-meter height faced off against Chi Yuheng’s 1.9 meters, and his face happened to hit Chi Yuheng’s pectoral muscles.
“…”
He thought he should advise Chi Yuheng to stop working out; it made his forehead hurt.
A few seconds later, Chi Yuheng’s voice came from above. “You…”
Ye Ran quickly bounced off Chi Yuheng, blabbing out, “I’m definitely not throwing myself into your arms.”
Fortunately, his legs had no intention of continuing forward at this point, as if Chi Yuheng’s room was the goal. Once Ye Ran was delivered to the destination, that force naturally subsided.
The laughter in Chi Yuheng’s eyes couldn’t be hidden. “Mn, you’re not throwing yourself into my arms; it’s that I want to hold you.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Ran felt like his ears had been burned, instantly becoming hot and numb.
He opened his mouth, and the bunch of excuses he had prepared were all stuck in his throat. He could only stare blankly at Chi Yuheng, his eyes full of “how can you not follow the script” bewilderment.
The warm yellow light spilled from behind Chi Yuheng, creating a soft halo around him, making his profile exceptionally clear.
He slightly lowered his eyes, the stray hairs on his forehead dyed light brown by the light and shadow. A few damp strands stuck to the side of his ear, adding a bit of a lazy texture.
Ye Ran stood there looking. Wrapped in the light, Chi Yuheng seemed to have all his coldness filtered away, leaving only a perfectly measured handsomeness.
Ye Ran felt he couldn’t keep looking; he had to find an excuse to go back first.
“That… I was just sleepwalking… I went out and entered the wrong room… Goodnight, see you tomorrow.”
Ye Ran turned to run after speaking, but as soon as he took a step, his collar was grabbed. The foot he had raised stayed in mid-air, and he was spun around and pressed against the door.
Chi Yuheng’s deep voice sounded, making one instinctively tense up. “You said you entered the wrong room?! Whose room were you planning to go to?”
Wait?
Ye Ran wondered why Chi Yuheng’s focus was so strange.
But being pressed like this now, the images of being “punished” previously popped up like a slideshow.
He could only stiffen his neck and endure. “Who… who wanted to go to someone else’s room! I just woke up from sleepwalking and wanted to go back to my own room!”
The corners of Chi Yuheng’s eyes tilted up a bit. “Oh, so you wanted to go back to your room on the third floor, but you walked down a floor and reached my room on the second floor.”
To be honest, Ye Ran didn’t even believe this lie himself, let alone Chi Yuheng, who easily saw through it.
Ye Ran couldn’t leave, and staying was awkward.
Just as he was at a loss for how to respond, the plot began to work again. Ye Ran’s legs started moving again, intentionally taking him into the room.
The bed was right in front of him, and this time Ye Ran’s legs very consciously paused. Due to inertia, his body fell straight into the soft, large bed.
At this moment, Ye Ran deeply suspected the author was treating him like a character in a “forced love” trope.
Chi Yuheng stood by the bed, looking at Ye Ran sprawled on the quilt, the laughter in his eyes deepening.
He leaned over and reached out, his fingertips touching the hair Ye Ran had ruffled on his forehead, his tone carrying a bit of teasing. “Is falling onto my bed also a part of sleepwalking?”
It’s not a part of sleepwalking; it’s a part of the play.
Ye Ran wanted to die.
His proactive delivery was so obvious; he didn’t know how much crazier it would get later.
He simply closed his eyes and blurted out a long string of words. “I’ll come clean. I’m telling the truth. I wasn’t sleepwalking. I was just scared of the thunder and wanted to find you, but I didn’t know what to say when I saw you, so I made an excuse that I was sleepwalking…”
While fighting the plot, Ye Ran had thought of various ways to die. He felt his thoughts still weren’t comprehensive enough.
Judging from the readers’ comments and the author’s craziness, he guessed there was a high probability of another way to die.
Ahhhh!
No matter what, he couldn’t be “done to death” by Chi Yuheng.
Translator’s Note:
- Wooden Fish: A percussion instrument used by Buddhist monks. It’s often used in metaphors for someone getting “bonked” on the head.
- SB: Again, “idiot.” Ye Ran is really frustrated with the author.
- Play: Here, it refers to roleplay or specific tropes in a story.
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