A beautiful summer night

In the dead of night, a man and a woman sat side by side on the bed, their eyes meeting, yet there was not a trace of ambiguity between them.

Xie Qi took a long breath, rested his arm on his raised knee, pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, "Xia Wanzhi, you're really something else."

He was so frightened that he almost went to see his grandfather.

Xia Wanzhi stared innocently into his eyes and said, "Xie Qiyan, you look really good without your glasses."

Xie Qiyan felt a slight difficulty breathing.

"Your eyes are so beautiful." Xia Wanzhi, unusually, didn't hold back her praise for him.

Having lived for twenty-six years, this was the first time Xie Qiyan's ears had gotten slightly warm from being praised.

Taking a deep breath, Xie Qi reached out and covered her eyes, obscuring her direct gaze: "Xia Wanzhi, you've really given me a big surprise."

In the middle of the night, I sneaked into his room and complimented him on his beautiful eyes.

This is not an exaggeration.

That's being a scoundrel.

Xia Wanzhi's eyelashes trembled slightly, fluttering as they touched his palm. A tingling sensation spread upwards, invisibly transforming into a hook that made his breath catch in his throat.

“You don’t seem to like this surprise.” Xia Wanzhi slapped his hand away, her eyes regaining their sight, and she gave a guilty look. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Xie Qiyan threw back the covers and casually lifted Changsheng off his pillow, throwing him off: "Can't sleep?"

He had just woken up, his voice was slightly hoarse, and the sleepiness in his eyes had not yet faded, which was quite different from his usual self.

Xia Wanzhi blinked, withdrawing her involuntary gaze: "Yeah, when I close my eyes, all I see are horror movies."

The dream weaver's imagination was extraordinary; she was no longer just frightened by the doll, but had instead imagined a large-scale doll horror movie.

Xia Wanzhi sighed, thinking that she could be a screenwriter herself.

"What are you doing?" Seeing Xie Qiyan pack the quilt, open the bedroom door, and walk out, Xia Wanzhi immediately stood up and followed. After a few steps, she realized that Changsheng hadn't followed, so she hurriedly turned around, picked up Changsheng, and followed behind Xie Qiyan.

Xie Qiyan went to the second bedroom and placed the quilt on Xia Wanzhi's bed. He then went back to the dressing room and took another quilt to spread on the floor.

Xia Wanzhi followed every step Xia Wanzhi took.

Xie Qiyan looked at the person and cat who almost bumped into him and laughed out of annoyance: "I'm here, no ghost would dare to come looking for you."

Xia Wanzhi pursed her lips slightly.

Also.

All ghosts are under the jurisdiction of Yama, the King of Hell.

Xie Qiyan is the reincarnation of Yama, the King of Hell, and can terrify ghosts.

But I'm still afraid.

Xia Wanzhi shuddered involuntarily, but still clung tightly to Xie Qiyan.

"It's almost two o'clock. Put Changsheng back in and go to bed." Xie Qiyan took Changsheng from her arms and tossed it back into the cat room.

Xia Wanzhi tugged at his arm: "Will you sleep with me?"

Xie Qiyan was almost misled by the ambiguity of the sentence: "..."

But the bedding was already laid out on the floor, and being in the same room was considered a form of sleeping together.

Xia Wanzhi's fear of ghosts was particularly pathetic, which made Xie Qiyan feel a little helpless, but also inexplicably itchy. A strange and unknown emotion invaded his brain, and he even had the thought of being willing to accompany her.

"Okay, sleep peacefully." Xie Qiyan said this without batting an eye.

Xia Wanzhi swallowed hard, her heart skipping a beat.

In the dead of night, a lone man and a lone woman are alone in a room.

I'll stick with Xie Qiyan.

Without any resistance or reluctance, aside from being a little nervous, Xia Wanzhi inexplicably felt a bit excited.

It's exciting.

Who would be so kind as to willingly sleep with someone?

Xie Qiyan definitely had some ulterior motives.

Xie Qiyan, who was suspected of having ulterior motives, felt powerless as he lay on the floor.

How did it escalate to the point of sleeping with someone?

Isn't this just torturing yourself?

But whether he sleeps with her or not, he's the one who gets tormented.

Xia Wanzhi couldn't sleep, so she was bound to come and torment him.

They come, the security.

Xie Qiyan rested his head on his hands, sighed inwardly, and turned over.

A pair of bright, piercing eyes were staring at him.

Xie Qiyan: "..."

Xia Wanzhi froze: "..."

I've been found out, how embarrassing.

He closed his eyes briefly and then asked tactfully, "Shall we turn off the lights?"

Turn off the lights.

I can't sleep without turning off the lights.

After Xia Wanzhi came to her senses, she nodded, turned off the main light, and left a small warm-light night lamp on.

The atmosphere quieted down; it was late at night, so quiet that you could clearly hear each other's breathing.

Each of them was lost in their own thoughts; one was full of energy, while the other was wide awake.

With renewed energy, Xia Wanzhi turned over and lay flat on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling with her big eyes wide open, her gaze somewhat vacant.

She wanted to know what Xie Qiyan was thinking, and also why her own heart was pounding with excitement and unease at this moment.

An answer awaits her search.

After thinking wildly for about ten minutes, Xia Wanzhi's breathing became more and more rapid, and her mind became clearer and clearer.

Frustrated, Xia Wanzhi tossed and turned a few times, habitually letting one arm dangle over the edge of the bed. Xie Qiyan, who was sleeping on the floor, hadn't closed his eyes. Noticing her agitation, he subconsciously raised his hand and touched her palm.

Xia Wanzhi slightly twitched her fingertips, but did not withdraw her hand.

The fingertips and palms touched each other, as if conveying something continuously.

She remained motionless for almost a minute, biting her lip slightly. The black and white angels flashing in her left and right brains argued incessantly, one advising her to find the answer, and the other advising her to think twice before acting.

Before she could make a choice, her body, more honest than her brain, gripped Xie Qiyan's finger.

The temperature of my fingertips was a little hot.

Xie Qiyan was slightly taken aback. Seeing that she was only holding his hand and not making any further moves, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and his voice was tender yet clearly suggestive: "What does Teacher Wanzi want to do?"

Time stood still for ten seconds.

The next second, Xia Wanzhi rolled off the bed and landed on Xie Qiyan, her hand that had been holding Xie Qiyan's fingertips now grabbing his collar.

Their hot breaths sprayed on each other's necks, and they were so close that they could hear each other's heartbeats.

I don't know whose it is.

Xie Qiyan froze, his slightly sullen eyes meeting Xia Wanzhi's amber pupils in the dim light.

"I want to confirm something." Xia Wanzhi's tone was soft, but her heart was churning with emotion.

It's actually quite simple to find out if he likes you.

Anyone with a mouth can ask questions.

But what she wanted to confirm at that moment was not this matter.

Rather, it's about what one's true feelings are.

Xie Qiyan's eyes were clear. Although he pretended to be calm, the surprise he had just experienced had dissipated.

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

A person's eyes will reveal what they are thinking or what they want to do.

Xie Qiyan looked into her eyes and knew what she wanted to confirm, but he still asked, "What is it?"

Xia Wanzhi lowered her eyelashes, her gaze slowly moving downwards.

Then, under Xie Qiyan's expectant gaze, she lowered her head, keeping a mere centimeter's distance, and once again met Xie Qiyan's dark eyes.

Their eyes met, revealing nothing between them.

One gazes intently, the other looks back deeply. "Next chapter later."