Chapter 69 - 65: Don’t Leave Me

Perhaps it was because of Qiao Yuxian’s pitiful appearance, or maybe it was the little vixen that had bewitched him. Gu Yanjing lay down beside her, complying with her wish. Qiao Yuxian lay down, her hands folded and placed on her body, lying flat on the bed: "From now on, I’ll sleep with you every night." Gu Yanjing turned his head to look at her. Just as Qiao Yuxian closed her eyes, her eyelashes drooping: "Good night." Gu Yanjing looked at her for a moment: "Good night." After exchanging goodnights, they thought they would have a quiet night. But before ten minutes had passed, Qiao Yuxian started acting restless. She suddenly lifted the quilt, her arm following the motion and landing on Gu Yanjing’s body. Gu Yanjing, who had just closed his eyes, opened them again. As he turned his head to look at her, she happened to roll over, placing a leg over his and wrapping an arm around his waist. The distance between them suddenly closed, and Gu Yanjing could clearly see her distinctly curled eyelashes. He also felt the warmth of her arm around his waist. Gu Yanjing blinked gently, and after a long while, he grasped her wrist, moving her arm away slightly, intending to shift her too. But just as he moved it slightly, Qiao Yuxian shook off his hand and hugged him tightly again. This time, as she tightened her arms, she pressed closer, her face nuzzling against his shoulder: "Don’t move. Let me hold you." Gu Yanjing looked at the ceiling: "......" He didn’t move again, and for a while, Qiao Yuxian was quiet. But soon her hand began to wander across his body: "Zhaocai, why do you feel different from before?" Gu Yanjing heard the two-word name that sounded familiar and looked down at the top of her head. Qiao Yuxian kept her eyes closed, touching around randomly, her lips moving as she said, "Why are you so smooth, where’s your fur? Without fur, how will you get through the winter?" Only then did Gu Yanjing realize her actions were very much like petting a dog. Mr. Gu’s expression darkened, his gaze a bit fierce, looking somewhat upset. "Zhaocai." Qiao Yuxian continued feeling around on him. Petting "Zhaocai" while calling its name: "Zhaocai, Zhaocai, Zhaocai..." Gu Yanjing’s hand slowly formed a fist, his knuckles turning white. He looked at the ceiling, his expression icy. Yet that small hand continued roaming across his body indiscriminately. Even through a layer of fabric, it felt as if she was touching his heart; every touch made his heart race. His expression seemed to grow fiercer as he gazed at the ceiling. After a while, he reached for her hand. But he grabbed nothing as Qiao Yuxian’s hand slipped into his bathrobe, directly touching his skin. Feeling the smoothness of her fingers, Gu Yanjing’s pupils trembled violently. "Zhaocai, why do you have abs now?" Qiao Yuxian’s head was buried in his shoulder, her fingers tracing the contours of his abs, counting piece by piece, her voice halting, "One...two...three...four..." It felt as if a fire had spread over Gu Yanjing’s body, his jawline taut, suppressing himself until, when Qiao Yuxian counted to seven, he caught her arm and suddenly flipped over, pinning her beneath him. "Ouch—" Qiao Yuxian exclaimed softly, frowning and opening her eyes. Her eyes were misty, like an ethereal fairy or a captivating demon. Gu Yanjing supported himself with his elbows on either side of her, his hand holding hers. Strands of hair hung down from his forehead, his fox-like eyes containing both a fierceness and a desire, his breath all chaotic: "Qiao Yuxian." His voice was hoarse but carried a chilling intensity. Qiao Yuxian frowned, her eyes filled with innocence, somewhat unaware of what was happening. The influence of alcohol clouded her memory; she had no idea what she just did or what was happening now. Gu Yanjing looked into her eyes, and suddenly, a thought arose in him to dye that innocent gaze with desire, his hand unconsciously applying a bit of pressure. Qiao Yuxian’s frown deepened, her wrist struggling lightly: "Hurts." Her small voice was soft. Gu Yanjing immediately released his grip. Qiao Yuxian’s eyelashes fluttered twice, then her right hand slipped out of his grasp, lifted, and touched his face. After touching it, she retracted her hand again, smiling sweetly like someone who’d stolen honey. Seeing her smile, the veins on Gu Yanjing’s neck stood out slightly. After a while, he closed his eyes briefly, got up, and went to the bathroom. With her drunk like this, there was no way he could take advantage of her uncertain state. After taking a shower, Gu Yanjing opened the door to find Qiao Yuxian crouching at the bathroom entrance. Her arms wrapped around her knees, her face buried in her elbows, forming a small bundle. Hearing a sound, she lifted her eyes to look at him. There was a sleepy haze in her eyes. She had fallen asleep crouching at the door. Gu Yanjing looked down at her, paused, and also crouched down, asking, "Why are you here?" Qiao Yuxian glanced at him, then lowered her head again, whispering: "Don’t leave me." Gu Yanjing’s eyelashes trembled: "Hmm?" "Don’t leave me," Qiao Yuxian repeated, her voice a little aggrieved, "Grandpa and Grandma are gone. Mom doesn’t want me, Dad doesn’t want me either, and Aunt’s family despises me. Don’t leave me again. I’m not a jinx." Her eyelashes drooped, hiding her emotions. But sitting there on the ground, a small bundle, she seemed lonely and forlorn. It was as if she exposed the softest part of her heart, making others feel a pang of sympathy. Gu Yanjing’s expression was indifferent, yet he gently patted her head: "I didn’t leave you, just went to freshen up. Come on, let’s go to sleep." Qiao Yuxian looked up at him. She wasn’t crying, but her eyes were very red. She gazed at him without moving or speaking. Gu Yanjing used his fingers to flick her eyelashes lightly: "What’s wrong?" "My foot’s numb," Qiao Yuxian said pitifully, "I can’t move." Gu Yanjing flicked her forehead lightly, then picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. In the end, Gu Yanjing didn’t leave, staying with Qiao Yuxian to sleep. ... In the morning, light peeked through the curtains. Qiao Yuxian, in a state between sleeping and waking, struggled and struggled. After failing to find a bathroom for the Nth time in her dream, she became a bit more conscious. However, not wanting to open her eyes, she decided to turn over first to take it slow. She tried to lift her arm, but it wouldn’t budge. With her eyes still closed, a small question mark popped above Qiao Yuxian’s head: "?" What had sealed her in place, with such strength no less? The sensation pressing down on her... why did it feel so strange? Unable to move and driven by curiosity, Qiao Yuxian finally managed to lift her heavy eyelids. Her vision cleared from blurry to sharp, her awareness moving from muddled to clear. Finally, she understood what she was seeing. A man’s Adam’s apple. In an instant, Qiao Yuxian seemed like she had been shocked, suddenly propping herself up. Her sudden movement caused Gu Yanjing to open his eyes and look at her. Their eyes met, Qiao Yuxian’s eyes widened in shock, her dark irises trembling uncontrollably. Time seemed to freeze, their bodies feeling as if they had been encased in ice, cold from head to toe.