Tong Yao wasn't sleeping deeply.
To be precise, she didn't even know how she'd fallen asleep. Originally, she had been sitting by Lu Sicheng's bedside watching him. After the man had taken his medicine and eaten, he'd peacefully drifted off. Seeing him sleep so soundly made her drowsy too, and eventually she couldn't resist the temptation to nap. She'd only intended to rest her head on the edge of the bed for a little while, planning to wake up later to change Lu Sicheng's cold compress...
Who knew this "little while" would turn into a major incident.
Like plants drawn to sunlight, Tong Yao's sleeping body automatically sought out warmth—and at this moment, the greatest source of warmth was the feverish man on the bed and his toasty blankets.
That's all.
...This was just a hypothesis.
Not long after Lu Yue closed the door, Tong Yao was awakened by hushed voices outside. She yawned and blearily opened her eyes. Finding herself surrounded by darkness, she briefly panicked, thinking she'd gone blind. Instinctively, she reached out and touched something warm and firm—a set of well-defined abs.
Tong Yao: "?"
Tong Yao: "…………………………"
Her panic intensified: What the hell is this situation?
Surrounded by an unfamiliar masculine scent, she remained frozen in her waking position, stunned and confused—just as the man whose chest she'd inadvertently groped was also roused from sleep. The man, destined for a restless night, opened his eyes wearily and felt something curled up against him.
A small, soft, fluffy lump.
And at that moment, his hand was naturally resting on its waist.
The man paused, removed his hand, and calmly lifted the blanket to look down—meeting a pair of upturned dark eyes. Those eyes were as innocent as a deer caught in headlights on a nighttime highway, glistening and utterly helpless—though any fool would know that a deer wandering onto a highway at midnight only has itself to blame if it gets hit.
Lu Sicheng: "..."
Tong Yao: "..."
If Tong Yao were to choose the most awkward moment of her life to award a prize to, it would undoubtedly be right now.
Tong Yao: "I..."
Before she could finish, the man pressed a finger to his lips with a quiet "shh." She instinctively fell silent as his large hand patted her head, and the blanket was lowered again—plunging her back into darkness. At the same time, she heard a soft "click" as the bedroom door was carefully pushed open from outside. Her entire spine stiffened.
"What do you want?"
She heard Lu Sicheng ask in a low voice, his chest vibrating, the sound startlingly close.
The person outside hesitated, clearly baffled by Lu Sicheng's bold counter-question. After a pause, they replied, "Cheng Ge, you're awake? I thought you'd sleep a bit longer. Heh."
The speaker was Xiao Rui.
The "heh" likely encapsulated the entire herd of galloping alpacas in his heart at that moment. His tone carried an unspoken subtext: What do I want? I don't want anything! You get up and explain what that other lump in your bed is doing there!!!!!!But faced with Xiao Rui's frantic state, Lu Sicheng refused to cooperate. He simply uttered an "Oh," lifted the blanket, and locked eyes with a pair of terrified, almost suffocating eyes staring back at him. The man then calmly covered the blanket again.
Reporting to the person at the door, he said, "Keep it down. She's still asleep."
Tong Yao clutched Lu Sicheng's collar tightly, but he remained unfazed and continued, "Her bed got dirty, so she came to borrow mine. What’s the big deal?"
Xiao Rui stood at the door, his expression screaming "I don’t buy your nonsense." "Do you know how many empty beds there are in the entire headquarters besides yours and hers?" he retorted.
Lu Sicheng replied, "She was afraid of dirtying someone else’s bed."
By now, everyone’s curiosity had completely overtaken them, and they crowded around the doorway. Lu Yue poked his head in and said, "Bro, have you heard of 'men and women should not touch when giving or receiving'? Who knew you’d pull off something like this—quietly luring an underage girl into your bed..."
Lu Sicheng: "She’s nineteen."
Little Fatty: "Is that the point?"
Ming Shen: "That’s not the point."
Lu Yue: "Oh, so it’s legal since she’s an adult, huh?"
Xiao Rui: "Aaaaaah, damn it, Cheng Ge, you’re a real beast! How am I supposed to explain this to her family—no, no, wake her up first!"
Lu Sicheng let out a soft scoff and countered, "How?"
That scoff was dripping with disdain, arrogance, and something downright shameless.
And utterly twisted.
Under the blanket.
Tong Yao’s trembling hands loosened their grip on Lu Sicheng’s collar—his fever hadn’t broken, but right now, it was as if the man had unlocked some alternate personality while burning up. Hearing his retort, her face flushed so red it looked like blood might drip from it...
If she could see the crowd at the door, she’d notice the expressions of the Internet addicts weren’t much better than hers—even Xiao Rui was left speechless, the team manager actually taking a step back from Lu Sicheng’s sharp words...
Little Fatty shakily held his phone, fingers hovering over the "110" call button: "...Cheng Ge, speak properly, or I’m calling the cops."
"Get out first," Lu Sicheng said coolly. "I’ll wake her up later."
The group at the door exchanged glances, muttering things like "Yeah, let’s go," "This is awkward," and "Let’s leave," but not a single one of them moved an inch, as if their feet were rooted to the spot...
Lu Sicheng called out, "Little Fatty." The latter flinched, gave a pitiful glance into the room while grumbling, "Isn’t this my room?" and reluctantly reached out to close the door for Lu Sicheng—
With a loud thud , the door shut.
Lu Sicheng lifted the blanket and tersely said to the person in his arms, "Get up." Tong Yao immediately sprang up like a grasshopper, scrambling off his bed on all fours. Before she could even steady herself, she blurted out, "I-I-I’m so sorry, Cheng Ge! I was just half-asleep and cold and somehow ended up crawling up—"
Lu Sicheng yawned, threw off the blanket, and slowly got up, coughing lightly before saying, "In ancient times, behavior like yours would’ve gotten you drowned in a pig cage."
Tong Yao’s voice died in her throat.That face, which had been flushed red enough to wring out blood, instantly turned pale. Her lips trembled slightly as she muttered in a low voice, "Maybe... maybe it's enough," then bit her lower lip and hung her head dejectedly, about to utter the umpteenth "I'm sorry"—
Lu Sicheng glanced at her.
"Or maybe I should just get ready to marry you for the eight hundred and first time."
"?" "You're so good at stirring up trouble—are you here to scam dowry gifts or what?"
"…………………………"
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