YJDNY - 48

Not many people were left in the banquet hall, and sounds drifted out intermittently.

It took Xiang Ge a while to come back to her senses.

The person who should have been in another city suddenly appeared before her. She let out a soft “eh,” took two steps forward, and raised her arm—

Before she could touch him, her wrist was grabbed.

Xiang Ge blinked, looking at him.

The corners of the man’s lips were slightly downturned, revealing a very faint expression of displeasure.

The central air conditioning in the hotel was very cold. Xiang Ge was wearing a dress, her slender arms and legs fully exposed. Perhaps because of the alcohol, her body temperature was a bit high.

Her body temperature was usually low, her hands and feet cold all year round, but at this moment, the temperature on her wrist was burning against his palm.

Xiang Ge didn’t struggle, letting him hold her. Instead, she took two more steps forward and stood with him in the shadows behind the banquet hall door, leaning against the wall. “How did you get here?”

Zhou Xingyan looked at her, not speaking immediately. His thin lips curved slightly, and he slowly replied, “To catch a cheater.”

Xiang Ge let out an “ah,” looked around, mysteriously lowered her voice a little, and leaned closer. “Do you want me to help you?”

“...”

Zhou Xingyan was amused by her. “Yes.”

Xiang Ge nodded with a serious face, just about to ask him how he wanted to do it, when Zhou Xingyan had already straightened up. He didn’t let go of her wrist, pulling her to walk out.

The two of them left the banquet hall, went up the elevator, and Zhou Xingyan pressed the floor. Xiang Ge’s head leaned over from the side, her chin resting on his arm. “You even know their room number? Are they your friends?”

Zhou Xingyan glanced at her sideways, not speaking.

Xiang Ge didn’t ask anymore.

This person’s aura was really a bit low. It seemed a very good friend had been cheated on.

Xiang Ge leaned against the metal wall of the elevator. The mixture of beer and white wine was taking effect. Although she had a good tolerance for alcohol, she was starting to feel it. She gently shook her head, tilted it, and her eyelashes drooped slightly.

The elevator stopped, and Zhou Xingyan pulled her out, walking straight ahead until they stopped in front of a room door.

After waiting for a while, the person beside him didn’t move.

Xiang Ge then raised her eyes.

The two of them stood in front of a room at the end of the corridor. Further ahead was a huge oil painting. Xiang Ge looked at the number hanging on the door and tilted her head. “This is my room.”

Zhou Xingyan ignored her, directly leaned down to take the small handbag from her hand, rummaged through it for the room card, swiped it open, pushed the door open, pulled her in, and closed the door.

Xiang Ge tossed her handbag aside, using one hand to hold onto the shoe cabinet while bending down to take off her high heels. The collar of the dress she was wearing slipped down low, revealing a large expanse of her fair skin underneath.

Zhou Xingyan lowered his eyes and stared for a while before looking away.

Xiang Ge just happened to look up at him. “Aren’t we going to catch the cheater?”

Zhou Xingyan leaned against the door panel sideways. Xiang Ge stood in front of him, completely showing no signs of drunkenness, only a faint scent of alcohol on her. Her dark eyes shone surprisingly bright in the dim light, and her lips were red and moist, the color as vivid as cinnabar.

Zhou Xingyan suddenly raised a finger and placed it on her lips.

After a second, Xiang Ge unexpectedly stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of his index finger that was touching her lower lip.

The touch was soft and hot, with a slippery moisture.

Zhou Xingyan withdrew his hand, his index finger lightly rubbing against his thumb, and asked slowly, “Who’s that guy?”

Xiang Ge was taken aback. “Who?”

“The one just now,” he enunciated each word clearly, “your male lead.”

“...”

Xiang Ge then realized what he was talking about.

Just now, when he was standing behind the door, he seemed to have been able to hear the conversation of the people at the door clearly.

Xiang Ge hadn’t felt anything was wrong at that time, so she hadn’t paid attention. Now, connecting it to what he had said before, a look of understanding appeared on her face.

Zhou Xingyan pursed his lips, his face expressionless, but clearly conveying “I’m unhappy,” “not too happy,” “faithless man,” “tsk.”

Xiang Ge licked the corner of her lips, took a step forward, and raised her hands to wrap around his waist. “It’s you, my male lead.”

Zhou Xingyan pursed his lips, not speaking.

A burst of air just suddenly vanished like that.

Over a short period of time, she seemed to have gained a little weight under his care, feeling soft. Her fingertips rubbed his back through the shirt fabric. She tilted her head up and kissed his lips, quickly pulling away. “How did you get here? Aren’t you working?”

Her lips were hot and scalding, carrying the scent of alcohol. Zhou Xingyan paused, his voice lowering a little. “I worked two consecutive night shifts.”

Xiang Ge was stunned, tilting her head back slightly to create some distance and look at him.

The room lights weren’t on. Zhou Xingyan faced the large French window. His voice was still faint, without much inflection, but the corners of his lips were downturned, inexplicably giving a feeling of wounded grievance. “Just to be able to ask for a day off.”

Xiang Ge was almost in a daze for a moment.

It was like raising a gun, and with a “bang,” her heart was struck.

The next second, the arms that were around his waist suddenly reached up, hooking around his neck. She tilted her head back and kissed him.

The faint taste of alcohol passed from mouth to mouth. Zhou Xingyan leaned against the door panel, raised his hands to hug her, letting her lick and nibble, from the tip of his tongue to the root.

When she took the initiative, she was particularly adorable, like a little beast, venting her passion without any order.

Xiang Ge slightly opened her eyes, biting his tongue without letting go, one hand sliding down to unbutton his shirt collar.

Only then did Zhou Xingyan’s movements become certain.

She slowly pulled back a little, panting, licking the corner of her lips as if not satisfied, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at him, her fingertips holding his collar button without moving, her voice a little hoarse and soft. “Do you want to?”

Zhou Xingyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice husky. “What time is your shoot tomorrow?”

Xiang Ge didn’t understand why, at a time like this, this person could still calmly ask her what time she had to work tomorrow.

She slowly unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, tilted her head slightly, and her tongue slid down along the artery in his neck, taking his Adam’s apple into her mouth, her voice muffled. “Seven o’clock...”

The sensation under her tongue was a little magical, the slightly raised Adam’s apple, the shallow indentation in the middle. She slowly licked along that indentation, feeling it roll and slide in her mouth.

Zhou Xingyan tilted his chin up slightly, letting her bury herself in his neck and nibble. His arms reached down, scooped her up by the waist, and Xiang Ge obediently wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands supporting herself on his shoulders, slightly arching her body as she leaned down from above to bite the corner of his lips. Her hands didn’t stop, unbuttoning his shirt one by one, her fingertips tracing down the texture of his muscles, from his chest to his abdomen.

Zhou Xingyan responded with one arm around her back, carrying her into the room, turning into the bedroom, and only releasing her lips when they reached the bathroom door.

An ambiguous thread stretched out from between their lips, slowly lengthening, breaking, and landing on Xiang Ge’s lips, glistening.

Her skirt flipped up, and Xiang Ge slid down slightly, touching something a little hard.

Through the fabric, it ironed against the skin of her inner thigh.

She let out a low “hmm,” and her body reflexively shrunk upwards, then slowly pressed back down.

Zhou Xingyan let out a long, suppressed breath, opened the bathroom door with one hand, walked in, leaned down, and placed the person in his arms on the toilet lid.

Xiang Ge obediently sat down, her red lips parted in panting breaths.

Zhou Xingyan straightened up, his gaze sweeping over her, then looking away, his voice husky. “Go take a shower.”

Xiang Ge raised her eyes, looking at him a little dazed. Before she could speak, he turned and went out.

Xiang Ge: “...”

What was this operation? Was it this difficult for someone with a cleanliness obsession to go to bed?

Xiang Ge sat on the toilet for two minutes, her fogged brain clearing up. She slowly stood up, went into the bathroom, took a shower, and then came out.

No one was in the bedroom. She walked into the living room, and only then did the bathroom door there open. Zhou Xingyan had a white towel draped over his head, rubbing it a couple of times with one hand, and looked up to see her.

He didn’t have pajamas, wearing a hotel white bathrobe. Water droplets seeped from his temples, traced down his jawline to his neck, and finally disappeared into his collar, giving him a more lazy feeling than his usual clean and abstinent demeanor.

Zhou Xingyan looked somewhat thin, but when touched, he actually still had all the right muscles.

After a shower, the just-now amorous thoughts had basically retreated. Xiang Ge stood next to the sofa, watched him walk over, then took two steps forward to pull the man’s hand, dragging him into the bedroom.

Standing by the bed, she tilted her head up, looking at him stubbornly, and licked her lips. “Continue?”

“...”

Zhou Xingyan wanted to laugh, lowering his head to kiss the corner of her lips. “No, let’s sleep.”

Xiang Ge let out an “ah,” sounding a bit disappointed and complaining. “Why are you like this?”

Zhou Xingyan’s voice was low and faint. “It’s too early.”

Xiang Ge raised her eyes. “We’ve known each other for eight years.”

Zhou Xingyan hummed, raising his hand to cup her chin, teasing her like a kitten. “I mean you have to get up too early tomorrow. You can’t not get enough sleep.”

Xiang Ge: “...”

What was it like to have a health-conscious, old-fashioned boyfriend? It meant that in order for you to get enough sleep, he could even choose not to sleep with you and go to the bathroom to solve his own problem.

Xiang Ge wanted to retort, it’s just one time! It would mean a little less sleep and a little more fun!

After thinking about it, she kept quiet. This didn’t seem to be something she could accurately judge.

So at ten o’clock in the evening, she slowly climbed into bed, watched the man lie down on the other side, pulled the quilt up for her, turned off the bedside lamp, and they just slept in the same bed.

In the last hazy moment before falling asleep, she was still thinking that this couldn’t go on.

Xiang Ge rarely slept this early. She was a night owl who wouldn’t go to bed before midnight. So, having enough sleep, she woke up the next day before her alarm went off.

Six o’clock in the morning, the dawn was just breaking. Zhou Xingyan was still asleep, lying quietly beside her.

She wasn’t a good sleeper, most of her body had moved over to his side. But he slept very soundly, only occupying the edge of the bed, lying on his side almost without moving, his nose high and straight, his forehead hair falling down, revealing his forehead.

His long eyelashes covered his eyes, with a faint blue shadow underneath.

Xiang Ge suddenly remembered last night when he stood at the door, his eyes lowered, his lips slightly pursed as he quietly looked at her.

“I worked two consecutive night shifts.”

“Just to be able to ask for a day off.”

—To see you.

Xiang Ge slightly curved the corners of her lips, unable to resist snuggling closer to him. Then she remembered her phone alarm was still on, afraid of waking him, she turned over, reached out from beside the pillow, picked up her phone, and turned off the alarm.

Zhou Xingyan was a light sleeper. The person in his arms rustled, and he woke up.

Xiang Ge turned her head and met his gaze directly.

His eyes were very clear, without even the hazy sleepiness of someone who had just woken up, almost the same as usual, clear and quiet as he looked at her, slowly opening his mouth. “Awake?”

If his voice wasn’t hoarse, Xiang Ge would have suspected he was pretending to be asleep.

She blinked. “Sleep a little longer?”

Zhou Xingyan didn’t answer, only asked in return, “Are you leaving?”

Xiang Ge nodded.

He lowered his eyes slightly, then suddenly raised his hand, cupping the back of her head and pressing her face into his chest. He moved closer, his chin rubbing against the top of her head, his voice low and faint. “Then let’s hug for a while longer.”

Xiang Ge was pressed against his chest. Just as she was about to speak, she opened her mouth and then closed it again.

After a long while, she called his name softly, her voice muffled. “Xingyan.”

Zhou Xingyan hummed in response, his vocal cords vibrating.

Xiang Ge stayed still obediently, only blinking her eyes, and whispered a reminder, “Your Xingyan is hard.”

“...”

“It’s poking me.”

Zhou Xingyan: “...”