The scene was quiet for a moment.
Song Yushi was on a saline drip. As the medicine took effect, her back broke out in layers of sweat. The hand gripping Qi Ke’s was also sweaty, gradually slipping down to clasp Qi Ke’s wrist, over her pulse.
The pulse throbbed.
Song Yushi closed her eyes for a moment, and her blurry vision gradually cleared. What came into view was light-colored wallpaper with faint, pale purple flowers, giving the entire room a warm tone.
A projector screen. A computer. A game console. A bookshelf. …A treadmill?
The facilities in this hospital room were a bit too complete!
Song Yushi’s gaze finally moved to Qi Ke’s face. Meeting Qi Ke’s mournful and resentful eyes, her heart faltered, and she closed her eyes again.
Qi Ke: “?”
The whole world saw you wake up, thank you!
Qi Ke also knew Song Yushi was tired. She used her other hand to tuck Song Yushi’s long hair behind her ear, just watching her quietly. Song Yushi’s illness had come on fiercely, like a long-suppressed frustration bursting forth all at once, her fever once reaching forty degrees. Fortunately, she had a strong constitution, and as morning approached, the fever slowly subsided.
“Sister Ming, you should go back first.” Qi Ke said without turning her head, “I came back to the country to rest for these two days anyway. Let me take care of her.”
Sister Ming looked like she wanted to say something but stopped.
Qi Ke, a young missy, knows how to take care of someone? How could she possibly be at ease?
“Not at ease?” Qi Ke turned her head, shot her a look of disdain, and declared confidently, “Isn’t it just taking care of someone? Don’t look down on people, okay? The power of love is great!”
Sister Ming: “…” To hell with it.
Even if Qi Ke hadn’t said anything, Sister Ming had to leave. The matter of Song Yushi fainting at the airport could be big or small. Although it had been temporarily suppressed and no one knew Qi Ke was present, the objective fact had still been leaked by passersby.
One person tells ten, ten tell a hundred. With the advanced internet and ambiguous words, fans could imagine a whole drama.
After Sister Ming left, the room became completely quiet.
This three-bedroom apartment, one of the Qi family’s many properties, was the closest to the airport. So close that the roar of planes taking off could be heard coming through the open window, one after another, rising into the pre-dawn sky.
Qi Ke stared at Song Yushi for a while, then reached out and poked a small dimple into her left cheek.
“I was terrified.”
After a long while, Qi Ke finally spoke softly.
Her voice was pleasant, her deliberately slowed tone like a whisper between lovers, her warm breath carried by the air. Song Yushi felt her fingertips slowly move up, resting at the corner of her eye.
The pads of her fingers were cool as they brushed across Song Yushi’s feverish forehead.
Song Yushi’s eyelashes trembled slightly. She wanted to open her eyes but was afraid, so she could only lie there stiffly, listening to Qi Ke speak— “I wasn’t supposed to be able to come back. I crammed four days of work into two, squeezing out two days of free time. I wanted to give you a surprise, but I ended up scaring myself.”
“But I also feel lucky. It’s a good thing that when you fainted, you fell into my arms.”
Her nose was pinched and gently shaken. Qi Ke’s voice became muffled and aggrieved, “I screenshotted all the private messages. The evidence is conclusive, so how can you still try to back out?”
Unable to breathe, Song Yushi opened her mouth slightly. Her breath tickled Qi Ke’s palm.
Song Yushi could no longer bear her scorching gaze and opened her eyes. The moment she did, Qi Ke let go. Fresh air rushed in, filling her lungs.
Song Yushi couldn’t help but glare at Qi Ke.
It was soft and lacked any real force, instead making one want to bully her even more.
“I didn’t…” Song Yushi turned her face away, looking at the gradually brightening sky outside the window. She defended herself in a low voice, not wanting to give the reason that she “didn’t want to dance to Cherry,” and only repeated, “I’m not backing out.”
Qi Ke pinched her chin, forcing her to look at herself. “Really?”
Song Yushi was helpless.
But Qi Ke wouldn’t let her go, insisting on a definite answer. “Should I record this? Or maybe we should just post an official announcement on Weibo.”
“No!” Song Yushi immediately objected.
Qi Ke was unhappy, muttering under her breath, “See, you still want to go back on your word.”
Song Yushi chuckled. She lowered her eyes, took the hand that was pinching her chin, and guided it upward to press against her slightly warm cheek. She turned her head, and a light kiss landed on Qi Ke’s palm.
As if she’d been zapped by electricity, Qi Ke’s hand trembled slightly.
“Captain…” Qi Ke murmured.
Song Yushi raised her eyes slightly, the reddish corners of her eyes holding a silent temptation that made Qi Ke’s own eyes burn. She then saw Song Yushi smile at her, use her strength to sit up, and lean back against the headboard. “Come here.”
Qi Ke leaned over.
Her face was cupped. Song Yushi slowly drew closer, her lips brushing against the corner of Qi Ke’s, yet she hesitated to press them down. Qi Ke, unable to bear it, tried to bite Song Yushi’s lip, but was deftly avoided.
Qi Ke felt even more aggrieved. “Captain…”
She drew out the last syllable, a soft, coquettish plea, as if afraid Song Yushi would run away.
“Qi Ke.”
“…Hm?”
“I stopped wanting to love you a long time ago.”
“…”
“In the first six months after we broke up, I actually called you, but no one answered. I thought then, I never want to love you again, loving you is too hard. But I never thought that you were also that sad.”
“Captain…”
In a flash of insight, Qi Ke knew what Song Yushi was talking about. She choked up slightly, wanting to interrupt Song Yushi. “Don’t… don’t say it.”
“Our Qi Ke, how did you get through those days and become a little sun again?”
“…”
“Let me be irrational one more time.”
Song Yushi bit Qi Ke’s lip.
She bit gently, afraid of hurting her, her tongue tracing a soothing path over the spot. But the initiative was quickly snatched back by Qi Ke. She pushed Song Yushi down onto the bed, as if to prove that Song Yushi was hers, that she could do as she pleased. The kiss came hard and fast, like a tempest, sweeping through her entire mouth.
The wet, hot kiss, the sticky sounds of their lips and tongues tangling, were trapped in the small space between them.
Her left hand was raised above her head, fingers interlaced, and pressed into the soft quilt.
The sky brightened.
The morning light gradually grew brighter, a dazzling beam slanting through the buildings to strike the wall.
Song Yushi clutched the corner of Qi Ke’s clothes with one hand, letting her do as she pleased. Kissed until she was breathless, a few buttons on the pajamas she was barely wearing popped open. The garment hung loosely on her, her fair skin flushed with a faint red.
Qi Ke turned her head, gently biting her earlobe, suppressing the tremor in her voice. “Captain…”
Song Yushi’s cool eyes and brows softened, melting like water beneath her. Her lips, swollen and red from the kisses, looked as if they could bleed. She hummed softly, the hand tugging at Qi Ke’s clothes tightening slightly.
The warm lips moved further down.
Song Yushi was forced to arch her neck. Under Qi Ke’s deliberate temptation, her body trembled slightly. As Qi Ke leisurely savored her, she asked, “Are you mine now?”
Song Yushi’s toes, dangling in mid-air, curled up. She wanted to hide, but was held down firmly by Qi Ke.
There was nowhere to run.
It was a cage of her own choosing.
Everywhere she touched, it was scorching hot and passionate.
“Are you mine now?”
Qi Ke’s voice became muffled. In the spare moments, she kept asking Song Yushi the same question, insisting on a clear answer.
Song Yushi gripped the bedsheet, panting slightly. In a brief moment of blankness, she stared dazedly at the beam of light on the wall. Dust motes floated in the light, dancing illusorily before her eyes.
Song Yushi closed her eyes, her eyelashes growing damp as they trembled. A sob was evident in her voice. “…Yes.”
“Yes what?” Qi Ke pressed, unrelenting.
“I’m yours…” Song Yushi covered her face with her arm, suppressing her voice, repeating her response to Qi Ke amidst her tremors, “I’m yours… I’m yours now…”
Qi Ke always had this kind of magic.
To make Song Yushi’s prized self-control collapse, her reason flee, and her composure vanish completely.
Song Yushi savored it like sweet nectar.
After the roughhousing was over, Qi Ke remembered that Song Yushi was a patient. She knelt on the bed and helped button her up, one by one. Her pretty, clean face turned crimson, belatedly feeling shy and not daring to look Song Yushi in the eye.
Song Yushi leaned against the headboard, her thin lips slightly parted. “…Thirsty.”
Qi Ke froze for a moment, then immediately reacted. “Oh!” She got off the bed, ran barefoot to pour a glass of water, and obediently held it to Song Yushi’s lips.
Song Yushi didn’t move, drinking the water in small sips from that position.
The water temperature was just right.
“Captain…” Qi Ke began cautiously, “Are you feeling better?”
Song Yushi was slightly taken aback.
Come to think of it, after that little tussle and breaking a sweat, she didn’t feel as dizzy anymore.
Song Yushi hummed in agreement. “Much better.”
Qi Ke breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Yushi said, “…I’m done drinking.”
Qi Ke quickly put the glass back on the table, turned her eyes, and continued to stare intently at Song Yushi, her big, moist eyes like those of a clingy kitten.
Song Yushi glanced at her. “What are you looking at me for?”
Qi Ke was very obedient. “Afraid you’ll run away.”
Song Yushi: “?”
Qi Ke added, “Afraid you’ll go back on your word.”
Song Yushi: “??”
Qi Ke: “Afraid…”
“I’m not that kind of person,” Song Yushi interrupted her, displeased. “I don’t go back on my promises. Unless you’re the one who regrets it.”
Qi Ke’s beautiful eyes widened. “I don’t regret it at all!”
Song Yushi nodded in satisfaction.
Qi Ke’s eyes curved into a smile. She leaned in to kiss Song Yushi, but before she could reach her, she suddenly heard a knock on the door, accompanied by an anxious voice—
“Yushi! How are you!”
Song Yushi hurriedly pushed Qi Ke away.
Caught off guard, Qi Ke fell onto the bed.
At the same time, the door was pushed open from the outside. Zhong Yi and Chengzhi rushed in, their urgency tinged with a hint of anxiety, their anxiety mixed with a dash of concern, and their concern hiding a thick layer of… gossip?
Zhong Yi: “Captain, are you okay!”
Chengzhi: “You scared me to death! Zhong Yi and I rushed straight here right after we got off the plane!”
Zhong Yi: “It’s the number one trending topic! They’re saying our company mistreats its employees!”
Chengzhi: “But why does no one know Qi Ke was there!”
Song Yushi, who couldn’t get a word in edgewise: “…”
Qi Ke, still lying on the bed, stunned from being pushed: “…?”
Zhong Yi looked at Song Yushi, then at Qi Ke, the gossip in her eyes intensifying. “You two… did you…”
Song Yushi said immediately, “No.”
Qi Ke: “?”
Who was the one who was just kissed senseless on the bed, begging for mercy in a small voice!
Chengzhi also looked back and forth between the two. She and Zhong Yi weren’t as easy to fool as Sister Ming. Unwilling to let go of any clue, she circled the bed a few times before slowly asking, “Really nothing?”
Qi Ke was about to nod, but Song Yushi pressed her head down. Song Yushi said firmly, “Really, nothing.”
Chengzhi nodded slowly. “That’s perfect, then.”
She gave Zhong Yi a look.
Zhong Yi received the signal and hummed in agreement. “Perfect. I have a friend who really likes Captain. He wants me to introduce them. Isn’t Captain free for a while? Why not meet him?”
Qi Ke slapped the bed. “I won’t—”
Her mouth was covered by Song Yushi. Song Yushi smiled. “Okay.”
Qi Ke: “…???”
So love really does disappear, doesn’t it?
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