WG - 53

As his voice came through, Chi Zhiyu froze.

The next moment.

Xie Ye pulled her hand and turned to walk into the room. After entering, he let go of her, walking ahead casually and throwing out a cold command, “Close the door.”

Chi Zhiyu felt somewhat dazed but could tell that he was upset now. Silently, she turned and closed the door as instructed.

Ahead, Xie Ye rummaged through a cabinet and found the first aid kit, placing it on the coffee table. He glanced at her. “Come over.”

Chi Zhiyu quietly walked over and sat beside him. Seeing him take out the medicine, she decided not to say anything for now.

Xie Ye took her hand, his tone somewhat irritated. “Are you mute? Can’t you talk?”

“Hmm…” Chi Zhiyu blinked. “What do you want me to say?”

“…”

Xie Ye held her index finger, examining the scratch. The blood had partially clotted, but the skin was broken, slightly split and stained with blood—it still looked a bit alarming.

After glancing at it several times, Xie Ye emotionlessly picked up a cotton swab and wiped her wound, cleaning off the blood.

Chi Zhiyu licked her lips and softly explained, “It’s really nothing, just a small wound. It’ll heal on its own if we leave it alone.”

Xie Ye’s tone was completely unyielding as he scoffed, “So if your finger breaks off, you’d think that’s fine too?”

Meaning he was scolding her for being too careless.

Chi Zhiyu hesitated, softly rebutting, “It’s just a scratch. It’s not that serious.”

“Alright.” Xie Ye looked at her, his tone cold. “If you want to hurt yourself, I won’t stop you.”

With that, he moved to release her hand.

Sensing his movement, Chi Zhiyu instinctively hooked her fingers around his first.

Xie Ye raised his eyes.

Chi Zhiyu blinked, then sincerely uttered one word, “Pain.”

“…”

Xie Ye ignored her words and tried to pull his fingers free. “Let go.”

As if she hadn’t heard him, Chi Zhiyu suddenly hissed, “It hurts so much.”

The atmosphere quieted for a few seconds.

Xie Ye stared at her, smirking faintly. “You’re feeling pain at just the right time.”

“…”

Exposed by him, Chi Zhiyu didn’t feel embarrassed. She calmly nodded. “It does hurt a bit. Can you help me?”

Xie Ye repeated, “Let go.”

“Huh?”

“Your hand.” Xie Ye looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “If you don’t let go, how am I supposed to help?”

“Oh.” Chi Zhiyu gently released her fingers, and in the next second, Xie Ye retook her hand, pulling it towards him again.

“You know it hurts.” Xie Ye tossed the bloody cotton swab into the trash can and said indifferently, “What were you doing earlier?”

“I forgot.” Chi Zhiyu licked her lips and casually fibbed, “Besides, I didn’t pay much attention at the time. I didn’t realize it got scratched—I just thought it hurt a little.”

Xie Ye lowered his lashes, carefully applying iodine to disinfect her wound, his movements gentle. “You were with Bai Li at the time.”

A statement.

Chi Zhiyu blandly hummed in agreement. “I was talking to her while holding the glass and accidentally scraped it. It’s nothing.”

So you don’t need to worry.

Xie Ye didn’t respond to this, glancing at her. “Does it really hurt?”

“Ah.” Chi Zhiyu lagged a beat, snapping back to look at his lowered face. Thinking about her confrontation with Bai Li earlier, she pursed her lips and hesitantly said, “Mm, a bit.”

It really did.

It hurt a bit.

Xie Ye’s tone remained indifferent, but his actions were gentle. “Still hurting?”

Chi Zhiyu shook her head. “It feels a bit cool.”

Xie Ye held her remaining fingers. “Mm, bear with it.”

After finishing the simple disinfection, Xie Ye applied a band-aid and casually threw away the trash. “Change it again before you sleep tonight.”

Chi Zhiyu nodded. “Okay, I understand.”

Xie Ye packed up the supplies and gave her an order. “Let me check tomorrow.”

“…” Chi Zhiyu sighed helplessly. “I’ll change it, I promise. Can you trust me a little?”

Xie Ye glanced at her. “What do I care?”

“…”

Chi Zhiyu nearly choked. “I’ll change it tomorrow and personally show you, okay?”

Xie Ye seemed satisfied enough, nonchalantly tidying up the first aid kit.

Chi Zhiyu sat nearby, lightly rubbing her thumb over the band-aid. Suddenly remembering the message he sent earlier, she turned to ask, “What did you want to say to me on the balcony just now?”

Xie Ye paused in his actions, stood up to put the first aid kit back, and lazily asked, “Say what?”

“?”

Chi Zhiyu blinked. “Didn’t you send a message saying you forgot to tell me something?”

Xie Ye casually placed the box back into the cabinet, turned around, and sat next to her again. After observing her for a moment, he drawled, “Guess.”

“Ah?” Chi Zhiyu felt a bit lost. “How would I know? Isn’t it your job to tell me?”

Xie Ye let her guess. “Now it’s your turn to speak.”

Chi Zhiyu furrowed her brows in thought, first asking, “What’s it about?”

Xie Ye lifted his hand, gently circling her fingers, and slowly uttered one word, “You.”

“Me?” Hearing this, Chi Zhiyu’s mind raced, unconsciously tapping her thumb against the side of her index finger but accidentally hitting the back of Xie Ye’s hand.

She paused, remembering that her finger was bandaged and couldn’t be touched, frowning and resisting this habitual thinking gesture.

But after a few seconds, she unconsciously tapped downward again, her thumb repeatedly landing on the back of his hand.

Xie Ye didn’t rush her, lowering his gaze to watch her, feeling the touch on the back of his hand. Finding it amusing, he imperceptibly curved his lips slightly.

Chi Zhiyu thought for a long time but still had no clue, so she asked him, “Is there anything related to me?”

Xie Ye leaned leisurely against the sofa, looking utterly relaxed, his tone casual yet arrogant. “What do you think?”

Chi Zhiyu clicked her tongue. “Without hints, how am I supposed to guess?”

Finding her words reasonable, Xie Ye indifferently hummed, “It’s about reciprocity.”

“Hmm?” Chi Zhiyu waited for a moment, but he didn’t continue. “That’s it?”

“Guess first.”

“…”

Chi Zhiyu felt this man was deliberately teasing her and directly said, “I’m not guessing anymore. Just tell me quickly.”

“It took you three years to discover that book,” Xie Ye stared at her, suddenly chuckling. “Now, in less than half a minute, you’ve already given up.”

“…”

Before Chi Zhiyu could speak,

“If you’re not guessing, then I’ll ask you.” Xie Ye held her hand, lightly pinching her fingertips. “Earlier, you said you missed me. In terms of reciprocity—”

He lifted his eyes, speaking nonchalantly. “Don’t you want to ask if I missed you?”

At these words, Chi Zhiyu’s breath abruptly paused, and she instinctively looked up at him.

Xie Ye gazed down, then suddenly leaned closer, his tone rising slightly. “So what do you think I’m trying to say?”

Meeting his dark eyes, Chi Zhiyu’s eyelashes fluttered. She had already guessed those few words, but seeing him raise his hand, her voice paused momentarily.

Xie Ye’s palm neared her cheek, using his fingertip to gently rub the corner of her eye, preemptively giving the answer.

“I missed you.”

So, unable to endure, I came to find you.

……

Because Chi Zhiyu came over, Jian Yazhi also prepared some snacks for them. When they went upstairs earlier, she had already told her that they would bring Xie Ye downstairs later.

Chi Zhiyu obediently led him to sit at the dining table. Jian Yazhi brought mung bean soup to cool them down and distributed it to both of them.

Xie Ye quietly drank a few sips when his phone suddenly rang on the table.

Chi Zhiyu, sitting beside him, saw the screen displaying “Old Mu.”

She found it vaguely familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

Xie Ye casually picked it up. “Talk.”

“You’re at home, right?” Old Mu came straight to the point.

“Mm.”

“Alright, we’re preparing to announce the team lineup on our official Weibo tomorrow. Send me your Weibo account.”

“Weibo?” Xie Ye’s tone was lazy. “I don’t have that thing.”

“…”

“No?” Old Mu was taken aback. “Are you even a young person?”

Xie Ye: “What’s that got to do with it?”

Old Mu clicked his tongue. “Which young person doesn’t use Weibo nowadays?”

Upon hearing this, Xie Ye turned to Chi Zhiyu. “Do you use it?”

Chi Zhiyu, sitting close and hearing the other party’s loud voice, nodded. “Yeah.”

“Hmm?” Old Mu also heard the voice. “Who’s beside you?”

Xie Ye spat out a word. “Family.”

Old Mu understood and exclaimed, “Oh, see? Even the girl knows. How are you so behind the times?”

Xie Ye seemed too lazy to care. “Any problem?”

“Yes,” Old Mu urged him. “Quickly create one now, or let your family member help you set it up. Then remember to send it to me afterward.”

Chi Zhiyu heard this, blinked, and gestured toward herself, silently asking: Me?

Xie Ye raised an eyebrow, signaling with his eyes: Who else?

Chi Zhiyu: “….”

Old Mu continued speaking on the other end, adding, “Oh, and I’ll send you a document soon. Check the requirements on it.”

Xie Ye indifferently hummed.

The call ended.

Chi Zhiyu was still quietly drinking her mung bean soup, recalling that Old Mu was the YG Club manager Yang Bin mentioned earlier. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Xie Ye casually put down his phone without mentioning Weibo.

“Aren’t you supposed to hurry and create one according to your manager?” Chi Zhiyu asked curiously.

Xie Ye hummed, tilting his chin toward her bowl, his tone casual. “Finish drinking first.”

“Oh.”

Seeing he wasn’t in a rush, Chi Zhiyu continued drinking and asked, “So you’re officially a member now, right?”

They just talked about making an announcement.

After asking, she remembered that he once mentioned confidentiality agreements and couldn’t say anything, so she quickly tried to retract her question.

Xie Ye nodded slightly. “Mm, adapted and communicated. No problems.”

Chi Zhiyu raised an eyebrow. “Can you tell me? Didn’t you tell Wu Xuan it was confidential?”

Xie Ye hummed. “Did I say that?”

“…”

Chi Zhiyu understood—he lied to Wu Xuan because he was too lazy to explain.

“So, will you be frequently training afterward? It’s almost July now, and next month there’s a competition, right?” Chi Zhiyu thought for a moment and mentioned the competition name from memory, “Asia Invitational Preliminary?”

Xie Ye raised an eyebrow. “Have you been checking the schedule?”

“Mm, sort of.”

Chi Zhiyu blinked. “You’re going to be an official team member. Shouldn’t I know a bit?”

Xie Ye: “It doesn’t matter if you don’t.”

Chi Zhiyu: “Hmm?”

Xie Ye calmly stated, “Just watch me play.”

“…”

Chi Zhiyu was caught off guard and didn’t continue the conversation, instead asking, “Then you guys must be training frequently, right? It’s almost July now, and next month is the competition, isn’t it?”

Xie Ye hummed. “Tomorrow is group training. There won’t be much time to use the phone. Call if anything happens.”

That meant he would leave tomorrow.

Chi Zhiyu understood and nodded. After drinking a few more sips, she put down her spoon.

“Not drinking anymore?” Xie Ye glanced at her bowl. “Can’t drink anymore. Full.”

Chi Zhiyu stood up. “Let’s go. Aren’t you getting me to create a Weibo account for you?”

Xie Ye followed her upstairs, casually handing her his phone. Chi Zhiyu naturally unlocked it and opened it, noticing there were very few apps on his screen—probably mostly system defaults.

Xie Ye let her handle it while he walked to the computer desk, turning on the computer with one hand. He tilted his chin toward the nearby sofa. “Sit there.”

Following his instruction, Chi Zhiyu sat down, helping him download Weibo. When it came to registering the account nickname, she looked up and asked, “What do you want to call it?”

Xie Ye opened the document Old Mu sent and casually said, “Up to you.”

Chi Zhiyu: “This is your account. How can I decide randomly?”

“Oh, then call it,” Xie Ye glanced at her, slightly interested, and offered a word, “Charming Gardenia.”

“…”

This was her PUBG account name.

At the time, she had chosen it randomly, thinking she wouldn’t play anyway, so she picked the most straightforward name. Anyone who knew her could guess it.

Then this account was taken by Xie Ye to use as a secondary account. Every time Li Taoran complained, saying, “Can you stop using this girly name?”

But Xie Ye never changed it and kept playing under this name.

Now that he mentioned it, it felt like he was mocking her!

Chi Zhiyu was speechless. “That was random. Are you really going to use this?”

Chi Zhiyu didn’t care either way; it wasn’t her who would be embarrassed.

Xie Ye raised an eyebrow. “Is it bad?”

Chi Zhiyu looked at his expression and strangely felt calling it that wasn’t unacceptable. She immediately backtracked, “No, it’s good. Let’s call it that.”

A famous cool esports player Wild using the name Gardenia should definitely catch people’s attention and stimulate curiosity.

She could already imagine Wu Xuan’s reaction upon seeing this name.

Chi Zhiyu suppressed her laughter and advised him, “Really, this name suits your temperament. Why not keep it?”

Xie Ye glanced at her subtle expression and dismissively poured cold water. “Nope.”

“Give me the phone.”

He stood up, sitting beside her, reached out his hand, typed a word, and then handed it back to her.

Chi Zhiyu took it, lowering her eyes to look. The name field displayed two English words.

——Wild Gardenia

Wild, Gardenia.

It was his.

When Chi Zhiyu realized this, her face inexplicably reddened slightly. Pretending to be calm, she asked, “Just call it this?”

“Otherwise?” Xie Ye casually stated, “Want to make it more explicit?”

“…”

Chi Zhiyu coughed sharply at his words. “No need. It’s good. Let’s keep it like this.”

Afterward, Chi Zhiyu became aware of another issue. “Will naming it like this cause any problems?”

This was considered his official esports account. Would it have any impact?

“Hmm?” Xie Ye lazily replied. “This is my account. What’s it to them?”

“…”

Like this, it seemed there was no problem.

Chi Zhiyu proceeded to complete the remaining settings. The profile picture remained the default, untouched. She handed the phone back to him. “Done. Send the account name to Old Mu.”

Xie Ye took it and casually sent the name to the other party.

Sure enough, within seconds, Old Mu noticed the additional word after Wild and sent a message: 【Don’t tell me this Gardenia refers to your family member.】

Xie Ye: 【Any problem?】

Old Mu: 【……】

Old Mu: 【Impressive.】

The next second.

Old Mu: 【Centennial Harmony.jpg】

“What did he reply?” Chi Zhiyu, seeing him typing messages, asked curiously.

Xie Ye handed her the phone to see.

Chi Zhiyu choked on the Centennial Harmony meme, her gaze moving down to the already-typed dialogue box below, where two words appeared.

——【Thanks.】

“…”

Unable to resist, Chi Zhiyu asked him to delete those words.

“Delete what?” Xie Ye smiled, staring at her expression, his tone teasing. “Don’t want Centennial Harmony?”

Chi Zhiyu, blushing, directly refuted, “Who wants Centennial Harmony with you.”

Hearing this, Xie Ye chuckled unexpectedly, then leaned back in his chair, slowly correcting himself. “Yes, a hundred years is too short. It should be thousands or tens of thousands of years.”

“…”

After saying this, Chi Zhiyu noticed him picking up the phone as if texting again. Realizing this, she asked, “You’re not sending ‘thousand years better,’ are you?”

Xie Ye glanced at his phone lazily humming an “Ah,” his fingers still moving.

Hearing this, Chi Zhiyu’s scalp tingled, and she immediately reached out to snatch his phone.

Seemingly prepared, Xie Ye gently leaned back.

Caught off guard.

Chi Zhiyu, following the momentum, half-pounced onto Xie Ye.

Familiar proximity.

Chi Zhiyu’s breathing faltered. One hand braced against the sofa behind him, half her body pressed against his. Due to the angle, her eyes met Xie Ye’s dark pupils directly, her nose lightly brushing his.

Intimate and lingering.

Compared to the last time in the dark schoolroom, this time she fully pounced, becoming the aggressor.

What remained unchanged was that Xie Ye was still the one being pounced on.

Xie Ye lay half-reclined on the sofa, his gaze deep, seemingly concealing emotions, unconsciously rolling his Adam’s apple.

His breathing grew heavier.

His body temperature seemed to rise, burning hot.

Chi Zhiyu didn’t move, still lightly pressing against him, but her fingers nervously gripped the sofa cover. Staring straight into his eyes, she swallowed involuntarily, thinking of her purpose and opening her mouth, “Did you reply to the message?”

“No.” Xie Ye’s gaze dropped, focusing on her lips. Suddenly, his voice turned hoarse, suggesting, “Let’s make a deal.”

“Hmm?” Chi Zhiyu’s voice strangely turned hoarse as well.

Xie Ye’s eyes darkened further, carrying obvious intentions and implications. Gazing into her eyes, his voice low and slow, as if coaxing and seducing, “Kiss me, and it’s all yours.”