Chuxia seemed as though she had kissed him, and he rolled over, pressing Chuxia beneath him, kissing her back, but then... he lost consciousness entirely.
He slowly sat up, observed his own body—his shoes and socks were removed, his clothes undone, and not a trace of sweat on his forehead; he was clearly well cared for.
Didn’t Chuxia absolutely despise his touch? Why, after what he had done to her had she not left, but instead stayed and taken care of him? Thɪs chapter is updated by N0veI.Fiɾe.net
Shi Che lifted the blanket, cheeks touching the floor in silence, and walked towards the sofa. He stood before it, his gaze lowered, steadily resting on Chuxia’s face. She was sleeping peacefully, perhaps having a pleasant dream, as the corners of her lips slightly curled upward. Looking at her, he couldn’t help but curl his lips too.
He slowly crouched down, hand raised, fingertips delicately touching Chuxia’s face, as if he were handling a fragile doll, not daring to apply any pressure.
He didn’t know why she had stayed, nor why she cared for him, but he no longer wanted to ask or to think about it.
These ten days, no... only nine days left, were the only time in his life that he could have her. So little, so brief, he had no time left to feel distressed or sad because she didn’t love him.
It didn’t matter that she didn’t love him because, for these nine days, he could still love her.
The corners of Shi Che’s lips gently curled up, and that long suppressed mood suddenly cleared. He looked at her, his eyes brimming with love, his thin lips slowly parted, pausing between each word, "Chuxia, you certainly don’t know how much I love you."
Even he himself didn’t know how this indifferent man could love a woman so deeply.
His body leaned slightly, and his lips tenderly pressed against Chuxia’s, with no extraneous movement, devoid of any desire; just a simple kiss that poured all his emotions into it.
After a long while, he stood up, gently lifted Chuxia, and walked towards the bed. After placing Chuxia on the bed, he lay down beside her.
He slept next to Chuxia, turned to face her, their foreheads touching, hands intertwined, and whispered in a low, gentle voice, "Chuxia, goodnight, wife, goodnight."
The next day, sunlight penetrated the gauze curtains, warmly scattering around the room. Chuxia’s long, curled eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes.
Bit by bit, a familiar face imprinted before her, causing Chuxia’s heart to stir, thinking for a moment that she was not yet awake and still dreaming.
But in less than a second, her eyes suddenly widened, filled with sheer disbelief.
She then realized she wasn’t sleeping on the sofa but on a soft, large bed, and what was more damning was how closely she and Shi Che were nestled together, so close that his breath fanned her face, his lips mere inches away.
And their hands, fingers tightly interlocked.
Oh God, who could tell her what was going on? She had been so tired last night and worried about Shi Che possibly suffering headache attacks during the night that she decided to sleep on the sofa to be on hand if anything happened. But she hadn’t expected to wake up in the bed, and even more so lying so intimately with Shi Che.
While Chuxia’s mind was a mess, trying to figure out what had happened, Shi Che’s brows slightly furrowed, and he too gradually opened his eyes.