Chapter 114: Let's Date, The Whole World Has Become My Love Rivals (14)

Fu Huai turned his head to look; in the dim light, Bai Yao had already closed her eyes and fallen asleep. Naturally so—she had been working hard these days, and if not for his disturbance, she would have slept long ago.

Resentment welled up within him. She slept so soundly, yet he couldn’t manage to fall asleep at all.

After a long time, he quietly took her hand and placed it upon himself. Only when he felt the warmth of her skin did he feel somewhat better.

The next morning, Bai Yao woke up at six thirty, as her internal clock dictated.

Opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was the firm, powerful chest of the young man beside her. She was dazed for a moment; then she remembered that Fu Huai had come over the previous night.

Slowly, she became aware that something in her hand felt odd to the touch.

Bai Yao had just begun to move when the young man, in a voice thick and languid with sleep, let out a hum. So early in the morning, that pure, clear sound nearly sent a shiver down half her body.

Fu Huai was still not fully awake, his limbs entwined around her, pressing her deeper into his embrace. Clearly, he wanted to drag her into lazing about in bed with him.

Bai Yao kicked him. “Stop pretending!”

She’d been with him long enough to know when he was faking sleep.

Fu Huai pretended to wake slowly, opening his eyes to a narrow slit, a smile blooming as he said, “Yao Yao, you insisted on holding me while you slept last night.”

Bai Yao hurriedly let go of his hand. She pushed him aside, got out of bed to wash her hands, and when she came out of the bathroom, Fu Huai’s body was mostly exposed.

He hugged the quilt, his long, fair legs wrapped around it. His excessively dark eyes brimmed with an irresistible allure. He gave a soft laugh, his voice full of temptation. “If it’s you, Yao Yao, whatever desires you have, however you wish to indulge them, you can vent them all on me.”

The way he said it, it was as if she could stab him with a knife and he’d be fine with it.

Bai Yao averted her gaze. “What a perfectly good person, yet every day you reek of fox spirit mischief.”

Fu Huai: “…”

She turned and went back to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Fu Huai kicked off the quilt with a heavy “hmph.” Playing the lute to a cow!

When Bai Yao went to the cafeteria for breakfast, she heard many people talking about the road down the mountain being blocked by a landslide. The rain that began yesterday still hadn’t stopped. Mud and stones had rushed down, sealing the road completely.

Not only were the hospital staff unable to return home for now—even a few guests who had arrived yesterday would have to stay at the hospital for some time.

Because Luo Xiaoyang had already mentioned the possibility of traffic being cut off, Bai Yao wasn’t surprised by the news. Deep down, it just felt like things were unfolding exactly as expected.

Well then, she no longer had to wonder how to send Fu Huai away. Even if she wanted him to leave, he had no way to do so now.

Bai Yao had a simple breakfast in the cafeteria, then filled a bowl with millet porridge and grabbed a meat bun to take back to the dormitory to feed that spoiled young man.

Fu Huai was still sulking about the morning. Seeing such plain food, he habitually made sarcastic remarks, but when Bai Yao raised her hand as if to smack his head, he obediently picked up the lunch box first.

Bai Yao said, “You’re to stay quietly in the room these days. Don’t go out. I’ll bring you breakfast, lunch, and dinner—don’t worry, you won’t go hungry. If you behave, I’ll buy you snacks from the supermarket after work.”

Fu Huai smiled smugly. “I know. You don’t want others to see me, and you don’t want me to meet anyone else. You want to keep me locked up.”

Bai Yao: “…”

His lovely eyes sparkled with starlight as he glanced at her with disdain, seeming satisfied. “Yao Yao, you’re in trouble now.”

Bai Yao: “…”

He sipped the porridge elegantly; ordinary millet porridge, yet he drank it as though it were fine wine. He said contentedly, “You’re hopelessly in love with me. But as long as it’s you, whatever you do is fine. So when the time comes, whether you want to kill me, chop me up, or even eat me… I’m looking forward to it.”

She slapped his head.

Fu Huai glared at her, young face indignant. “You hit me again!”

He looked far more normal now than when he’d been talking about being butchered.

Bai Yao said, “If you talk nonsense again, I’ll hit you again.”

Fu Huai protested, “I’m not talking nonsense!”

Bai Yao replied, “No matter what happens, I could never kill you, let alone cut you up. Don’t say things like that again—I don’t like hearing them.”

Fu Huai slammed the lunch box onto the table and stood up, agitated. “If you don’t kill me, how can you prove you really love me?”

Bai Yao tilted her head. “Why should I prove my love by killing you?”

Fu Huai’s face twisted with frustration. “Everyone does it!”

She almost forgot about his tendency to attract lunatics.

Bai Yao had witnessed people professing love for him while holding a knife, men and women alike among those mad individuals. If she hadn’t arrived in time, who knows what might have happened.

She replied calmly, “There are many ways to express love. The ones you mentioned are too extreme—not suitable for me.”

Fu Huai was unwilling to accept it. “Why not?”

It seemed his perception was skewed. If she didn’t treat him like those people did, it meant she didn’t truly love him.

Bai Yao cast him a sidelong glance. “It’s simple. I can’t bear it.”

Fu Huai was momentarily stunned. After a while, he asked blankly, “What do you mean?”

Bai Yao answered with reason, “I have to admit, you’ve got a rotten temper and a nasty personality—not likable at all. Many times you’ve made me so angry I wanted to stab you. But that’s just a thought.”

She paused, then continued, “You’re so delicate. Even a light smack makes you wail. If I really stabbed you, you’d probably cry from the pain. Just imagining you crying makes me want to forget it.”

After all, she was the one who proposed the relationship. From the start, she knew he wasn’t some considerate, gentle boyfriend; now, she had to take responsibility.

Fu Huai’s eyes grew misty, filled with confusion. He stared at Bai Yao, murmuring, “Why would thinking of me crying make you give up?”

Bai Yao propped her chin on her hand, lazily replying, “Because it would make my heart ache.”

Of course, she also thought coaxing him would be too much trouble.

Looking at the absentminded youth, Bai Yao reached out and pulled him onto a chair, placing the porridge in front of him and pressing the spoon into his hand. “Eat up before it gets cold.”

Fu Huai, like a puppet stripped of thought, did as she told him. He bowed his head and slowly spooned the millet porridge into his mouth.

His hair was getting long, white strands falling over most of his eyes.

Bai Yao took a pale pink hairpin from her own head and pinned his fringe to the side. He looked up at her.

The youth was beautiful to begin with, sometimes more delicate than a girl. The pink hairpin nestled in his snowy hair didn’t look out of place—rather, with his current dazed expression, the dainty hairpin made him look even more like a foolish beauty.

So adorable.

Bai Yao’s eyes sparkled. She seemed to have discovered another of her preferences. Unable to resist, she cupped his face and planted a light kiss at the corner of his lips.

Fu Huai dropped his spoon, seized the back of her head, and pulled her closer, parting his lips so that a simple kiss deepened into something where their breaths mingled.

Bai Yao thought, perhaps she really had put too much sugar in the millet porridge this time—it was almost cloyingly sweet.