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Cheng Wanyue had countless friends growing up, but whether she visited others or they came to her, she almost never did sleepovers. Except for Zhou Yu, she didn’t like sleeping in the same bed as anyone else.
Even with how frequently she visited Qing Hang’s place, she always took the bed and he made do elsewhere. He knew she didn’t like sharing and hadn’t even tried sleeping in the same room as her.
Because Cheng Wanyue had a very domineering sleeping posture—and she was clingy.
Whether it was winter or summer, if someone was next to her, she’d unconsciously scoot closer in her sleep. Zhou Yu was easygoing—there were times she got pushed off the bed in the middle of the night, but she’d just climb back on the inside and keep sleeping, even pulling Cheng Wanyue toward the center to keep her from falling off too.
It was the same with Qing Hang the first time they shared a bed. When he woke up, one arm was already hanging off the edge.
Just now, she had rolled on top of him—if he hadn’t hugged her in time, she would’ve fallen to the floor.
Her left foot dangled in the air, swinging slightly, her pale toes curling and relaxing.
“I am kind of hungry,” Cheng Wanyue, who never missed a meal, murmured. “What time is it?”
Qing Hang reached over for the phone by the pillow and glanced at the screen. “Six.”
He had to be at work by eight, and before that, he needed to take her home.
“No rush, I’m already late. The flight info Cheng Yanqing gave me must’ve been fake—he loves to pull surprise checks like this. Every time, he catches me,” Cheng Wanyue said, her ear pressed against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. “Qing Hang, what’s a normal human heart rate?”
If she was talking, it meant she was fully awake.
Before bed, Qing Hang had dressed her—but not in her own pajamas, just one of his T-shirts.
Her body was soft and pressed against his. Her right leg was draped over his, gently brushing his foot.
Qing Hang closed his eyes briefly, his right hand resting steadily on her lower back. “Sixty to a hundred beats per minute.”
She was quiet for a moment.
A minute—or maybe longer—passed before she suddenly looked up at him, worried. “I think yours isn’t normal.”
Qing Hang said, “If I were lying under you, you wouldn’t be normal either.”
“…Oh.” Her chin had just brushed against his collarbone when she looked up again. “Am I heavy?”
“Even if it’s just a cat sitting on your chest, it can make you a little short of breath. Cheng Wanyue, stop rubbing against me. You’re not wearing anything underneath.”
“No wonder it feels breezy. So what if I’m not wearing anything? You are.”
“If you keep going, I’ll be late. And being late is a serious professional issue.”
“Alright, go make some food. I want sour soup noodles,” Cheng Wanyue rolled off him and grabbed another pillow to hug. “Hand me my phone.”
Her phone was still in the living room, so Qing Hang handed her his. “Use mine.”
“There’s nothing on your phone; it’s boring.”
“You can download games.”
Cheng Wanyue tapped the screen, and as expected, the screensaver was the default image. “You need to unlock it first. I don’t know your password.”
Qing Hang stroked her hair and sat up, supporting himself with both hands on the bed. “You’re so smart, maybe you already know it.”
While Cheng Wanyue’s academic performance was average, no one had ever called her dumb.
After a quick wash, Qing Hang went to the kitchen. Cheng Wanyue couldn’t see him but could hear the sounds of him boiling water and washing vegetables.
He didn’t say anything, yet it felt like he said everything.
Lying on her side, Cheng Wanyue thought for a moment and then entered a six-digit code: 960718.
The phone unlocked successfully.
Apart from the pre-installed apps, there were only two commonly used social media apps, and the photo gallery was filled with screenshots of documents or meeting records.
She clicked into the contacts to see what name Qing Hang had saved for her, but after searching repeatedly, she couldn’t find her name.
He hadn’t saved her number at all.
No problem, no anger. Cheng Wanyue picked up the phone she had thrown aside and checked WeChat again.
There was no note either, but she was pinned to the top.
Cheng Wanyue decided to change her own nickname. She initially wanted to change it directly to Cheng Meili, but suddenly remembered hearing him call her some princess while she was half-asleep. She hadn’t read that fairy tale and didn’t know which two characters it was, so she searched “long-haired princess” on the browser.
The princess’s name was Rapunzel.
Translated into Chinese, it’s Princess Rapunzel.
She typed these four words into the nickname field and paused before clicking “done.” After thinking for half a minute, she deleted them.
In those twenty minutes, she left more than twenty selfies in Qing Hang’s photo album.
When Qing Hang finished making breakfast and came to call her, she was lying on the pillow playing Landlord via a WeChat mini-program.
“Wait a moment; let me finish this round.”
The round had just started and would take several more minutes.
Qing Hang didn’t say anything. He took clothes and stood by the bed to dress her. The underwear was simple; he lifted her up to stand while putting it on. The bra was difficult.
She sat cross-legged on the blanket, her attention entirely on the game, not very cooperative. When he told her to extend her left hand, she extended her right. When he asked her to turn around, she dragged her feet. He could only pull her into his arms, letting her lean against him, and fastened the clasp behind her back.
“It’s pinching my skin. It feels uncomfortable. Fix it for me.”
“Which side?”
“Hmm... the left.”
Qing Hang looked at the red marks on her skin and sighed softly.
After a while, his hand reached inside and gently moved the flesh, “Is it okay now?”
Cheng Wanyue said, “You got it wrong. The other side.”
He switched hands and adjusted the other side, “Comfortable now?”
She nodded, “It’s fine.”
Qing Hang chose the only long dress available. By the time he finished dressing Cheng Wanyue, her game also ended. The hem reached her calves, and the neckline wasn’t too low, perfectly covering the marks on her body without any trace.
The zipper was on the side. After zipping it up, he placed his palms on the edge of the bed, leaned down, and kissed the dimple at the corner of her mouth. “Go wash up and eat.”
“Mm,” Cheng Wanyue stretched lazily and went to brush her teeth and wash her face.
Qing Hang poured milk for her. She sat on the chair looking at her phone. Ten minutes earlier, Cheng Yanqing had sent her an emoji—a chubby orange cat staring at her with big round eyes, as if saying: I’m watching you; you’re doomed.
Cheng Wanyue didn’t reply. She opened Weibo and added an English word after her original username: Rapunzel.
It was not yet seven o’clock after breakfast. Qing Hang had called a car in advance, and her clothes and other things were packed yesterday afternoon. There was no delay on the way to send her home.
At the entrance of the residential area, Qing Hang got out first. Afraid of the sun, he opened the umbrella to shield her from the sun.
“Go to work quickly. I’ll go upstairs myself.”
“The things are too heavy. You can’t carry them.”
“Put them in the elevator then.”
Qing Hang paused his steps. “Cheng Wanyue, am I someone who can’t be seen?”
“Then accompany me upstairs. If Cheng Yanqing beats you up, don’t feel wronged. He is as unreasonable as I am,” Cheng Wanyue pressed the elevator button. “Don’t blame me if you’re late.”
Qing Hang followed her into the elevator, and they remained silent.
Cheng Wanyue was absent-minded. Although Cheng Yanqing often told her to date and have more boyfriends, he would start nitpicking at the slightest hint of trouble. He always said that anyone inferior to him wouldn’t do, and those better than him were few and far between.
If she dated, she had to pass through Cheng Yanqing first, then the even stricter Cheng Yuzhou, and finally her parents.
If a fight broke out, whoever she protected would cause serious attitude problems.
Getting out of the elevator, she kept her head down looking for her keys. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Cheng Yanqing sitting on the sofa with crossed arms, expressionless. He hadn’t even put away his suitcase, changed clothes, let alone slept.
He must have found her missing upon returning and stayed like this since then.
Staying out overnight was a big deal to him.
“Tell me, where did you go gallivanting? This week I was abroad, and you seemed to have a great time, Cheng Wanyue...” Cheng Yanqing saw the figure behind her, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. “Who’s the man outside?”
His face was still stern, but his fists clenched tighter.
Cheng Wanyue stood outside the door with a fake smile. “Brother, calm down first. You know him.”
“That Dr. Zhou?”
“No, no, but... he has something to do with him.”
Cheng Yanqing knew she had a soft spot for doctors. “His friend?”
Cheng Wanyue continued with a fake smile. “To be precise, his roommate.”
“It’s me,” Qing Hang stepped forward and calmly spoke. “Cheng Wanyue stayed at my place these past few days.”
The stern expression on Cheng Yanqing’s face cracked in an instant. He had thought that Cheng Wanyue coming to Beijing might have been with the intention of finding Qing Hang, but he didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.
However, the atmosphere between the two didn’t seem problematic; it was more like they had been arguing.
“Cheng Wanyue, you,” Cheng Yanqing’s gaze shifted from his sister’s face to Qing Hang’s, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. “And Dr. Zhou, the three of you?”
Qing Hang said, “No, just her and me.”
Cheng Yanqing let out a sigh of relief.
As long as it wasn’t three people.
Although he had just returned from abroad, he couldn’t accept a trio either.
But the next moment, his anger flared up to his head. Cheng Yanqing coldly stared at Qing Hang, suddenly stood up, strode to the door, pulled Cheng Wanyue into the room, then went out and closed the door.
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