This is a very forceful hug, and the posture is wrong.
He hugged her from behind, squeezing tightly as if trying to embed her into his own body.
The current Sheng Tang is very thin, and such a forceful hug almost broke her ribs, making her very uncomfortable.
She slightly tilted her head: "Gu Jiahui?"
"Shh!" His voice was faint, with a few hints of coaxing, "Don’t talk."
Sheng Tang sensed he was in a bad mood.
If it was because of what happened that night on the third, he wouldn’t be sulking until today, right?
Since he told her not to talk, Sheng Tang remained silent.
The two of them had a contract, and Gu Jiahui had fulfilled his part. Apart from not being able to sleep, Sheng Tang should also perform her duties as a girlfriend.
Not even rejecting a hug.
If she did, signing the contract would seem too pretentious.
She let him hold her, even thinking that if he were to kiss her, she would probably endure it.
Adults make choices and must be responsible for their choices; they are not children. If one says they’re someone’s girlfriend, then they are truly a girlfriend.
However, Gu Jiahui did not go any further.
He just held her, then slightly bent over, burying his head into her shoulder.
Today, Sheng Tang wore high-heeled knee boots, shortening the height difference between them, so his head-burying gesture was not too strenuous.
But his full weight on her made her legs a bit unsteady as Sheng Tang is very thin.
She didn’t want to disturb him.
Just as she was about to lose her balance, the door of the house opened again.
Cheng Lichuan returned, carrying luggage.
He felt somewhat bored at home, but Gu Jiahui’s place made him feel a bit more at ease.
Unexpectedly, he saw this scene upon coming back.
Cheng Lichuan immediately covered his eyes, tentatively walking inside: "I didn’t see anything, continue you two!"
Sheng Tang: "..."
Gu Jiahui finally let go of his arms.
Sheng Tang took out her slippers and changed out of her knee boots, her legs were slightly numb.
She turned to Gu Jiahui: "Are you okay?"
Gu Jiahui always left her guessing, always appearing to harbor thoughts, yet Sheng Tang didn’t know what thoughts he could have.
Compared to most people, his family was extremely wealthy, and he was the only child, with parents who only had him.
Rich people have fewer worries; at least they don’t need to worry about basic living necessities. Sheng Tang didn’t understand his constant melancholy.
Gu Jiahui didn’t answer her, he just turned and went back to his room.
Sheng Tang finished tidying up, playing on her phone in the living room, planning to watch a movie.
There were many popular movies during the Spring Festival season, still showing now but with fewer crowds as white-collar workers had returned to work. Sheng Tang planned to find a highly-rated movie to watch.
Cheng Lichuan came out to tidy up the living room, mopping the floor.
"Bro, what’s wrong with him?" Sheng Tang quietly pointed at Gu Jiahui’s tightly closed door.
Cheng Lichuan: "I thought you’d know."
They looked at each other, realizing neither of them really understood Gu Jiahui.
Sheng Tang picked the most highly-rated movie and invited Cheng Lichuan: "I’ll book the tickets, let’s go to the cinema downstairs, the environment is quite nice."
Cheng Lichuan didn’t object: "Invite Jiahuai too."
While speaking, he went to knock on Gu Jiahui’s door.
Sheng Tang perked up her ears, thinking Gu Jiahui wouldn’t come, planning to buy only two tickets, but Gu Jiahui emerged from his room.
"Alright, which movie?" He casually grabbed his jacket.
Sheng Tang: "..."
Although Gu Jiahui’s moods were unpredictable, his emotions were always subtle, like dust floating on dark-colored furniture, very noticeable yet a light brush would leave no trace.