"I’m sorry, I’m sorry." Chiang Xiao’s face was slightly pale.
Meng Xinian had been very shocked and surprised, but there was a joy in his heart for Chiang Xiao’s closeness to him. However, before he could show his happiness, he saw Chiang Xiao apologizing with a pale face, and he was stunned again.
"Sorry? Why apologize?" His face tensed slightly, "I didn’t feel you were offensive, are you being silly?"
Chiang Xiao, however, was in some disarray. He had just said he felt only responsibility and no emotion towards her, and given her young age, wouldn’t her behavior make him think she was just a frivolous child?
"Anyway, thank you for helping me find this book; I am going back to my room now."
After speaking, Chiang Xiao immediately turned and ran out, even closing the door behind him.
Hearing the door close, Meng Xinian stood there for a long while, then pulled the towel from his neck, tossed it onto the chair beside him, flopped onto the bed, covered his face, and it was some time before he let out a low sigh.
He wasn’t even this tired during missions.
That night, Chiang Xiao hid in the Space, and as soon as she was alone, the scene of her hugging Meng Xinian’s neck kept reappearing in her mind.
Her face was constantly hot, and finally feeling that this was not okay, she forced herself to calm down and started studying the material.
The book was printed using a very old method, and it was written in traditional characters and classical Chinese; it indeed required careful research.
Luckily, Chiang Xiao was someone who could settle down to study, and once she concentrated, she didn’t even notice the dawn.
Only when there was a knock on the door did Chiang Xiao suddenly startle, quickly grabbing the book and stepping out of the Space.
As she went to open the door, a cup of soy milk was raised to her eyes, steam still rising from it.
The sweet aroma immediately lured out her cravings.
She looked up into Meng Xinian’s glossy eyes. "Little Frog, want some soy milk? There are also buns," he lifted his other hand, holding a bag of buns and two fried dough sticks.
"It’s raining outside; I figured you wouldn’t want to go out today, so I brought breakfast back."
Chiang Xiao turned to look at the window and realized in embarrassment that she hadn’t closed it properly. Rain was drifting in with the wind, already wetting a small patch of carpet by the window.
The rain was not light.
Meng Xinian also followed her gaze, frowning slightly, "Did you sleep that deeply last night?"
This girl truly had it easy, causing him to have a restless night, and yet she slept through heavy rain without even closing the window.
Thinking this, his gaze at Chiang Xiao turned slightly darker.
Chiang Xiao was at a loss for words. Hadn’t she just spent a sleepless night?
She was now struggling to balance her thirteen-year-old heart with her thirty-year-old heart, feeling somewhat uneasy around Meng Xinian.
"Have you eaten?" she asked dryly.
"No, what’s the fun in eating alone? Shall we eat here or do I join you next door?"
Next door, that was just the room next door.
"Let’s eat here, come in."
Chiang Xiao let him in.
At that time, the hotel room had an old-fashioned small round table with a single-seater sofa chair on each side. Meng Xinian put the breakfast on the table and turned his head to glance at the bed, his eyes darkening further.
"You didn’t sleep last night?"