Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
They finally got back to Tianhu Villa. The moment Nian Xi opened the car door, Xiaosi came running towards them, barking happily. Nian Xi was going to pet him on his head when Luosang burst out and swept Xiaosi up.
She said, “Junting, aren’t you staying out late for a business dinner? What are you doing home so early?”
Sister Lan walked out and witnessed the scene in disbelief. Nian Xi was clutching her stomach as she burst out laughing. She felt her day brighten up almost immediately.
Nian Junting helped Luosang up grumpily. “Look at it properly. I am Nian Junting, that’s just the dog.”
“Nonsense, you are the dog. Don’t try to take advantage of me just because I had a couple of drinks. I am extremely sober.” Luosang held onto Xiaosi tightly and pouted. “Junting, why do you have so much hair? It’s only been a couple of hours since I last saw you, but you do have very soft fur, don’t you?”
“Haha!” Nian Xi was almost rolling on the ground.
Luosang was running her hands through the dog’s fur and continued through half-shut eyelids, “Oh right, did you tell me that your balls ached? Let me have a feel, my little Junting, I haven’t felt it in a while…”
“…”
“Oh my god, I can’t…” Nian Xi was now wheezing. “I didn’t know you were so liberal, brother, blue balls and all.”
Nian Junting couldn’t help but blush even with his thick skin. He couldn’t let her blabber on further. He reached forward and forcefully separated Xiaosi from Luosang.
“Let go of me, my Junting has sore balls!” Luosang stomped her feet.
Nian Junting was on the verge of strangling her. She was acting the complete opposite of her usual self. Everyone was watching them—Sister Lan, Butler Wu, and Nian Xi.
After getting her upstairs, she was finally worn out. She collapsed on the bed, fast asleep. Nian Junting hesitated before bending down and saying to her, “Luoluo, you said you wanted to touch my little Junting just now. It’s just us now, you can go ahead.”
“Ugh… Xiaosi, don’t bother me.” Luosang covered her head with the duvet.
“…”
Xiaosi? Did she just call me Xiaosi? Nian Junting’s face was dark, and he shook her arms violently. “Can Xiaosi speak?”
Luosang’s eyes were glued shut, and she wouldn’t wake.
Nian Junting finally gave up. He went on to remove her shoes defeatedly.
…
The next morning, Luosang woke up with a throbbing headache. When she finally sat upright, she realized that she was sleeping in Tianhu Villa, and Nian Junting was lying beside her with his arms around her waist.
She was stunned. She only remembered being at the bar with Nian Xi. She looked down to see herself in a fresh set of clothes. Even her underwear had been changed and she had a new sanitary pad on. She blushed. Had he changed her last night?
“You’re awake?” Nian Junting’s eyes fluttered open and watched her intently.
“Last night… how did I get here?” Luosang hedged her question. “You bathed me?”
“Of course I was the one who brought you back.” Nian Junting looked at her with his poker face. “Who else are you expecting to bathe you?”
Luosang was about to break down. She couldn’t believe that he had bathed her while she was on her period. She laid back down and covered her face with the duvet in embarrassment.
“Get up. Do you know what you did last night?” Nian Junting pulled the sheets off of her. “You were grinding with a bunch of strangers on the dance floor. You even sang the breakup song to me. What do you think you’re doing?”