Chapter 10: What Did I Do to You Last Night?
The next morning.
Shen Jixing woke up with his fever completely gone.
Perhaps he had slept for too long, making up for the exhaustion of the past few years, so he woke up feeling incredibly clear-headed.
Incredibly clear-headed enough to feel that—
He was lying in a man’s arms.
“…”
His nose lightly touched the area below the man’s collarbone; he smelled a pleasant scent from his collar, like a summer watermelon, mixed with the clean and refreshing scent of pine needles covered in winter snow.
What… was going on?
Shen Jixing moved.
The person he was leaning on also moved.
A single hand clasped his two cold, white wrists, casually overlapping them on his hard chest.
A lazy and drowsy voice warned: “Try moving again.”
The man’s black pajamas were mostly undone, his back almost directly against Shen Jixing’s hot skin.
Shen Jixing’s eyebrows twitched slightly, attempting to pull his hands away without success.
He retorted: “And then what?”
Zhou Yili opened his eyes almost instantly.
Meeting his beautiful, cold eyes, he only paused for a moment before casually releasing his wrists.
He turned over, finding a more relaxed and comfortable position.
“And then you’ll die.”
“…”
Shen Jixing was speechless for two seconds, then asked directly, “How did you end up in my room?”
The tall, lazy young master was still drowsy, like a dangerous, large American lion, elegantly lurking at his waist.
“Your room?”
His languid tone held a hint of mockery, “Perhaps you should take another look? Mr. Shen, the actor.”
The three words “Mr. Shen, the actor” usually carried a respectful tone.
However, Shen Jixing didn’t hear any respect in his tone.
When he had first opened his eyes, he had scanned his surroundings; this room was indeed his guest bedroom…no…
The curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling window were blown by the wind, letting in the morning light after a summer rain. Various musical instruments placed on the carpet reflected the light; some sheet music and lyric pages were scattered on the floor.
As casual and disorderly as their owner.
This was the master bedroom.
He was sleeping in Zhou Yili’s bed.
This realization caused a slight crack in Shen Jixing’s usually cold and calm demeanor.
“Why aren’t you speaking?”
At that moment, Zhou Yili spoke again, humming a laugh and asking, “Weren’t you quite talkative just now?”
Shen Jixing lowered his eyes, glancing at his messy, slightly curled hair; a few strands of rebellious blue hair were almost about to burrow into his clothes below his waist.
He averted his gaze and resolutely got out of bed.
The movement caused Zhou Yili to slightly open his eyes, his lips moving as if trying to speak.
“I don’t quite remember.”
Shen Jixing stood by the bed, his eyelashes slightly curved in a beautiful, sharp arc.
He seemed to be seriously recalling, but still couldn’t retrieve any memory of being in Zhou Yili’s bed.
He lowered his eyes, “Sorry, I may have been a little unclear-headed yesterday.”
This time it was Zhou Yili’s turn to be stunned.
He slowly opened his eyes to look at him, his deep, narrow eyes wild and sharp, carrying his unique, unparalleled arrogance.
Shen Jixing looked down at him for a few seconds, asking in a clear, pleasant voice:
“Last night, what did I do to you?”
“…”
Zhou Yili rested on one arm, his whole body exuding a lazy aura, still like a drowsy, blurry blue-haired lion.
“What did I do?”
“Actually, nothing much…”
He used an indifferent tone to elegantly accuse the high-and-mighty actor’s crime: “It was just taking advantage of the darkness to secretly sneak into my room and attempt to violate a good citizen…a handsome good citizen.”
“…”
Shen Jixing’s lips twitched slightly.
His cold, arrogant, and unsympathetic mouth looked like it wanted to make a sarcastic remark.
But he was, after all, at fault.
Because Zhou Yili said: “Taking advantage of being sick and unclear-headed, you had to come sleep with me, saying you were afraid of thunder, lightning, and rain…”
He seemed to laugh amusedly, “You’re afraid of quite a lot, aren’t you, Mr. Shen, the actor?”
“…”
Shen Jixing lowered his eyes, quietly admitting it.
“Mm.”
Zhou Yili was taken aback.
Shen Jixing was quiet for only two seconds, then raised his eyes to look at him coldly and rationally, “Sorry, I’ll give you a reasonable explanation for this.”
Then he turned, rubbed his temples, and calmly walked out of the master bedroom.
Zhou Yili’s drowsiness disappeared in his few words.
He stared at the closed door for a while before finally looking away at the empty half of the pillow.
Finally, he let out a sneer.
“No way, he actually believes it?”
Secretly sneaking into Zhou Yili’s bed in the dead of night.
This top actor must have been delirious with fever?
Zhou Yili lay on his back on the soft pillow, letting his thoughts drift for a few seconds, raising his hand to lightly cover his cold, narrow eyelids.
The corners of his lips slowly curled up.
“That’s a lie, even I don’t believe it.”
Shen Jixing was a cold person.
Even when they were still together, he had to act cute and coax him for a long time to get a kiss.
Then the other person would condescendingly lower his head and kiss him.
…
Shen Jixing couldn’t keep his composure when he returned to the guest bedroom.
His back leaned against the door, and he lightly touched his temples in annoyance.
Perhaps he rarely experienced such an embarrassing situation, a faint blush touched his ears.
“I’m crazy.”
Honestly.
They weren’t close enough to share a bed.
He had overstepped.
Shen Jixing frowned in slight confusion and walked to the bathroom to take a shower.
“Brother Shen, something’s happened!”
When Shen Jixing answered the phone, he was absentmindedly drying his hair.
He softly murmured: “I know.”
Zhou Yili wasn’t someone you could easily provoke.
That man’s temper was actually bad; when he got angry, he was like a little lion with its fur bristling.
He was truly at a loss as to how to handle this situation.
“Ah? You know?”
Xiong Xiong’s words pulled his thoughts back. Shen Jixing realized that he, usually so rational, had been spacing out.
He put down the towel and spoke calmly: “No, what happened?”
Xiong Xiong’s side sounded chaotic.
Any activities or schedules were usually notified to him by Pei Ming. Now that Pei Ming was not there, it was clearly a big deal.
Sure enough, Xiong Xiong took a deep breath and cautiously asked him.
“Brother, do you know the Herbert couple?”
Shen Jixing’s eyebrows instantly darkened; he heard his slightly cold tone.
“I know them. What’s wrong?”
Xiong Xiong couldn’t help but tremble slightly.
He had been with Shen Jixing for so many years and had rarely heard him speak in such a cold tone.
“They’ve been invited to China and said they would attend the upcoming YC live celebration to clarify some things for you.”
Shen Jixing’s knuckles holding the phone turned slightly white.
Xiong Xiong didn’t hear his voice and felt panicked.
Logically, this should be good news.
Online rumors said that Brother Shen’s wealthy parents’ identities were fake. The Herbert couple are famous entrepreneurs in France, and their willingness to come forward and clarify things should be considered positive.
But the person who invited them was someone familiar to their team.
Shen Jixing asked: “Who invited them?”
Xiong Xiong cautiously uttered a name, “Fang Siqian.”