Zhu Chongyan slept for a full day and night.
When he woke up, he was completely disoriented. It took him a while to recall what had happened the night before. He felt around his body, fearing he might be missing a limb.
Fortunately, everything was still there.
As he was congratulating himself, the lights in the room suddenly came on. He instinctively shielded his eyes and peeked through his fingers. Zhu Niang, wearing a retro black silk pajama set and with her hair down, walked in.
"Awake?"
Zhu Chongyan thought of something and abruptly pulled the covers over himself.
"You, don't come any closer!"
"What's wrong?"
"Are you human or ghost?"
Zhu Niang: "..."
Was he still groggy?
[Host, he saw you descend from the sky before, so he definitely thinks you're a ghost too.]
After all, the current mission target hadn't blacked out yet, and he didn't know that this bizarre world was inhabited by many strange monsters besides humans.
In that case, wouldn't she, who could fly, appear as a ghost to him?
"Are you still not fully awake? What nonsense are you spouting?" Zhu Niang immediately played along, walking over and tossing the covers off him: "Your agent is dead, aren't you going to see him?"
Zhu Chongyan looked up at her, suddenly doubting himself.
He had studied physics, chemistry, and modern science. There were no ghosts in the world, so why was he acting so crazy? Su Dan Novel Network.
He must have seen wrong.
"Go," he quickly covered for himself. "I wanted to go earlier, but I fell asleep and forgot. I'll go now."
As Zhu Chongyan spoke and started to get up, Zhu Niang pushed him back down: "Go where? It's already dark. You've slept quite long. If I hadn't come back, were you planning to sleep like this forever?"
Zhu Chongyan: "..."
Why was it wrong again?
Could everything from that night have been a dream? Had he been sleeping ever since he returned from the farm stay?
But Brother Chen was really dead.
Had he even foreseen it in his dream?
"I've asked someone to cook dinner. Hurry up and eat something. You can go tomorrow morning. We came back together that day, so I'll go too."
After saying that, she let go of Zhu Chongyan and walked out.
Zhu Chongyan was finding it hard to distinguish between dream and reality. He could only follow her instructions.
The two of them had dinner together. After disposing of the trash, they stayed in the living room for a while. Zhu Chongyan felt uncomfortable being with her, so he suggested returning to his room.
"You go back. I'll come over later."
Zhu Chongyan wanted to ask her where she was going.
But it was someone else's home, and he couldn't control where she went, so he gave up.
He returned to his room. He had slept for too long and couldn't fall asleep immediately. He took out his phone to check messages and news. Brother Chen was dead, and no one had messaged him for the time being.
Thinking of something, Zhu Chongyan checked his call history and found that no one had called him yesterday or today.
Was it really a dream?
Zhu Chongyan found it strange and couldn't help but doubt. He checked several times, even looking in the recycle bin, but he couldn't find that call.
It really was a dream.
For some reason, Zhu Chongyan felt relieved that the scene he saw that night might have been fake. He lay on the bed and continued playing on his phone.
The past two days had been eventful with a car accident and bullying, which had somehow intertwined. Weibo was buzzing. Most of the trending topics were related to this incident. As for their matter, after the photos and videos were deleted, people gradually stopped discussing it.
Thinking of this, Zhu Chongyan felt a sense of relief.
At the same time, he felt a little unhappy.
He assumed that Gu Niang's father had done it, not wanting such gossip to spread about them, so he deleted everything and forbade further discussion.
If Zhu Niang knew what he was thinking, she would probably mock him.
Setting aside whether Father Gu would do such a thing, even if he did, he wouldn't have the ability.
He then looked at his own Weibo. Because of this incident, he had gained some followers. Many people commented, asking if it was him. There were also some unpleasant remarks.
Zhu Chongyan chose to ignore them.
He distractedly scrolled through his phone, gradually feeling sleepy. Just as he was about to sleep, he suddenly felt someone approaching him.
"Snap!"
"Hiss!"
The wall lamp was turned on, and the light illuminated the person. It was none other than Zhu Niang.
Zhu Chongyan asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Zhu Niang replied matter-of-factly, "Of course, to sleep."
"You? You're sleeping with me?"
"Is there a problem?" Zhu Niang explained with a straight face, "The guest room here isn't renovated. There's only this bed. Where else would I sleep if not here?"
"The sofa."
"Heh."
Hearing her somewhat mocking laugh, Zhu Chongyan's face felt a little hot. "Then I'll sleep on the sofa."
"There are no extra blankets."
"It's fine, I'll turn on the air conditioning."
"The air conditioner here cannot operate for more than twelve hours a day. It's already used up for today."
Zhu Chongyan: "...Who said that? How come I didn't know air conditioners had limited usage hours? Don't try to fool me."
"I said so," Zhu Niang moved closer and cornered him. "This is my house, and the rules are set by me. If you sleep on the sofa with the air conditioning on, you'll have to pay me for electricity and the wear and tear costs of the machine working overtime."
Zhu Chongyan, who was penniless: "..."
He hadn't received any work for several months. He lived in the small apartment provided by the company, surviving on instant noodles and snacks he had stocked up. He had no money in his hands.
Zhu Niang offered a carrot after the stick: "This bed is quite large. You sleep on the edge, and I won't touch you. I have a friend who is preparing to shoot a play and is currently casting. They plan to have you go try out tomorrow. Sleeping on the sofa won't be restful. If you don't want to go tomorrow with dark circles under your eyes, just lie down and sleep obediently."
This was the only thing that could get Zhu Chongyan to comply.
Although somewhat unwilling, he lay down on the edge. "Then don't touch me, okay? I'm a very honest sleeper."
Zhu Niang snorted, neither confirming nor denying.
This little guy was getting more and more pampered.
She lay down in the middle, while Zhu Chongyan cautiously squeezed to the edge, determined not to touch her.
Zhu Niang watched his performance expressionlessly.
After he fell asleep, she took the remote control and lowered the room temperature by two degrees.
Before long, the person on the edge automatically rolled towards the source of heat. Being close to her wasn't enough; his arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly.
Zhu Niang smiled, gently embracing his back, and soon fell asleep herself.
The next day, Zhu Chongyan woke up first.
He discovered that he had not only rolled to the middle but was also holding her tightly with both hands, his fingers tangled in her hair. His face immediately turned red. He carefully withdrew his hands, afraid of disturbing Zhu Niang, moving with extreme caution.
For convenience, he even propped himself up on Zhu Niang.
Although he was suspended in the air.
After finally freeing his hands, he was about to roll back when Zhu Niang opened her eyes.
"You!"
Zhu Niang had endured it for a while. Now that she had an excuse, she rolled over with him, and their positions were swapped.
"What are you doing?"
"Before you ask that, you should explain what you were doing just now."
"I, I was holding my hand."
"Oh," she chuckled. "Did your hand end up on me?"
"Yes... no, it didn't! You're trying to trick me, you're so annoying, mmmph..."
Zhu Niang had been displeased with that incessantly chattering mouth for a long time.
Finally, she could shut it up and make him quiet for a while.