She went to the wrong table on a blind date and ended up getting married to a billionaire CEO.

At the same time, Gu Tingyu finally fell into a deep sleep.

That evening, Su Maiqi's phone rang. After running to the small study to answer the call, Gu Tingyu felt a great sense of relief.

He rolled over, sighed, stretched his limbs, and finally didn't have to pretend anymore.

Who knows what suddenly went wrong with him, inexplicably, that he wanted to lie in bed and fall asleep with Su Maiqi. Maybe it was just too late, and he wanted to go to sleep early tonight.

I didn't want to wait until she fell asleep before coming over to sleep, since it was already past midnight and I didn't have anything special to do today.

Why stay up all night?

Who would have thought that sleeping in the same bed with Su Maiqi would be so awkward?

To avoid embarrassment, he pretended to be asleep, but pretending to be asleep was so difficult and tiring.

Gu Tingyu could almost sense that Su Maiqi knew he wasn't asleep and knew he was pretending, which made him even more nervous.

The more stressed I am, the less I can sleep, creating a vicious cycle.

He could also sense Su Maiqi's nervousness and unease. Their emotions were contagious, and the bed felt like a hot pan being heated over a small fire, with him and Su Maiqi as two tiny ants on that pan.

The increasingly hot pot broth made them want to keep going in circles, unable to stay still.

But there's a sword hanging overhead; if it's turned, it might trigger a trap and kill him, leaving him unable to move.

I was really scratching my head and feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Su Maiqi's phone call lasted quite a while. At first, Gu Tingyu wanted to take advantage of Su Maiqi's absence to relax a little and fall asleep as soon as possible.

But it's simply impossible.

He already had trouble sleeping and had difficulty falling asleep. Tonight's ordeal, coupled with the fact that Su Maiqi was on the phone next door, made it virtually impossible for him to fall asleep in such an environment.

So he simply got up, went back to his study to read a book, or watch a movie, that would be fine too.

That's what he usually does: he waits until Su Maiqi falls asleep, then goes to the master bedroom, and falls asleep quickly by listening to her breathing.

But he can't do that today either.

I can't calm down at all, let alone read a book, I can't even watch a movie.

My mind is a mess, I'm inexplicably irritable, I can't calm down, and I can't even sit still.

He couldn't explain what was wrong. He said that he had never experienced anything like this before at work, no matter how big the problem was. He felt a sense of loss of control.

Finally, he simply put on his down jacket and went out.

The winter night was very, very quiet, and also very, very cold.

There wasn't a breath of wind; the street was like a tranquil ink painting, serene and peaceful.

A biting chill filled the air, and every breath brought a refreshing, bone-chilling sensation.

The trees lining the street, their branches bare, rustled in the cold wind, as if telling a story of winter's loneliness.

Almost all the lights in the building were off; people were probably all in their warm beds.

Occasionally, a window will let out a little light, warm and faint, as if it would be extinguished by a gust of wind.

The sky was cold, the ground was cold, the air was cold, the moon was cold, and even the stars seemed exceptionally distant and cold.

In this coldness, Gu Tingyu finally felt the restlessness within him gradually dissipate.

He wandered aimlessly for an unknown amount of time, until he felt his body trembling and his hands and feet were ice cold.

My body was cold, and even the down jacket couldn't keep out the overwhelming chill.

He belatedly realized that his hands and face were a little stiff.

Looking around, he saw that Mo Yan's place wasn't too far away, so he headed towards Mo Yan's house.

After a series of knocks on the door, Mo Yan's wary voice rang out: "Who is it?"

"It's me, Gu Tingyu."

"Oh, why did you come back this time? You didn't even call."

Mo Yan's voice sounded much more awake, followed by the sound of him walking in slippers.

When the door opened, Mo Yan was startled. The person in front of him exuded a strong chill and seemed somewhat dazed.

As soon as the door opened, Gu Tingyu rushed into the house.

When the hand touched Mo Yan, Mo Yan instinctively frowned; the hand was as cold as ice.

He went over and touched Gu Tingyu's forehead; it was also ice-cold.

I don't know how long they've been wandering around outside.

This isn't like Gu Tingyu at all. What exactly happened?

A lot happened today, and Mo Yan saw all the trending topics.

The rumors came on strong, but they were resolved beautifully in the end. Chenxing has turned the tide and even ushered in greater opportunities.

It shouldn't be work-related.

Could it be that something happened between Gu Tingyu and Su Maiqi? But that can't be right. They were just a contract couple, and Gu Tingyu has always been very clear-headed.

Although Mo Yan felt that the two might break through the contract, and that this Miss Su might become Mrs. Gu by some twist of fate, he felt that the two were quite well-matched and had a good understanding.

But if Gu Tingyu is really troubled by love to this extent, then it's really not that bad.

Mo Yan was racking his brains, and looking at Gu Tingyu's expression, he realized that it was really not the right time for him to ask anything more.

She took out a set of pajamas from the closet, turned up the water heater temperature by two degrees, and pushed Gu Tingyu into the bathroom.

"Go inside and take a hot shower, take another shower."

Gu Tingyu went into the bathroom, and his senses slowly returned when the hot water poured over his head and body.

It felt like even the blood in my veins was cold.

Not to mention that Mo Yan couldn't understand him, Gu Tingyu himself couldn't understand himself either.

Tonight, those strange feelings, those awkward moments, that inexplicable irritability, made me walk almost self-destructively in the cold, dark night.

These were all feelings that Gu Tingyu was unfamiliar with, and a self that he was unfamiliar with.

He was always calm and restrained, and always logical, but everything tonight was outside his logic.

The warm bathwater washed over my body, slowly dispelling the cold feeling, and my blood seemed to start flowing again.

It felt as if my whole being had come back to life.

He washed up, dried himself, put on Mo Yan's pajamas, and walked out of the room, where he saw Mo Yan coming to greet him with a hairdryer.

I told him to sit down and started drying his hair.

It was a strange feeling again. Mo Yan used to often come to his house in the middle of the night. Once, it was raining heavily, and Mo Yan got his hair wet and had a fever. He dried Mo Yan's hair like this.

Now he's in Mo Yan's room, having taken a hot shower, dried his hair, and is lying with Mo Yan on that large bed that's over two meters wide.

I remember when Mo Yan used to stay at his house, he always complained that the bed was too small and said that he would buy a super king-size bed in the future.

Mo Yan now lives alone in an apartment with only one bed, but it's a custom-made bed over two meters wide. Two large men could lie comfortably in it.

Lying on this bed, covered with a warm blanket, Gu Tingyu finally relaxed completely and quickly fell into a deep sleep.