Chapter 134: Song Qiuyu, Do You Know You Were Wrong?

Watching Song Qiuyu close the door and hide inside her bedroom, Jiang Xiao couldn’t help but frown. After a moment, the tight furrow between his brows slowly relaxed.

That was something Xi’er had said before, and this kind of thing was definitely within her character.

Xi’er had even told him she wanted to rub his chest muscles and touch his abs—such bold words. Compared to that, a light poke like this was nothing.

Even though Song Qiuyu looked like she barely remembered what Shen Xi had done in middle school…

A smile tugged at the corner of Jiang Xiao’s mouth.

He wondered if Song Qiuyu would be able to sleep tonight, or if he should add some fuel to the fire and scare her a little more…

He knew this was childish, but Song Qiuyu had already done something even more immature than him.

He had to return the favor.

Once she completely let her guard down, he would give her an even bigger return for all the lies of the past six years.

Every single one, one by one, he would take back what was owed.

With that thought, he strode toward her bedroom door and raised his hand to knock a few times.

“I’m already asleep. Don’t knock anymore. I’m not coming out again. Good night, good night!”

Song Qiuyu’s anxious and timid voice came first from inside the room.

More precisely, from behind the bedroom door.

Jiang Xiao’s hand froze mid-air.

The person claiming she was already asleep was actually standing behind the door, blocking it with her slender body.

So Song Qiuyu wasn’t completely unaware.

On the contrary, she was very clear that she had just done something she shouldn’t have.

“Hmph…”

Jiang Xiao couldn’t help but chuckle, tilting his head slightly, quite pleased with her reaction. At least now, she was seeing him as a member of the opposite sex?

Only that her fear made him feel a bit disappointed.

He imagined the girl trembling behind the door, blaming everything that had just happened on capital framing her, even fantasizing that it wasn’t her own hand moving but her fingers acting on their own accord.

He let out a low laugh.

It was a laugh born from frustration.

He didn’t know what to do with Song Qiuyu.

Clearly, he was the victim, yet somehow it felt like he was the perpetrator.

His lips moved slightly: “Mm, good night.”

Song Qiuyu breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, Jiang Xiao would let her off just like before—how lucky.

After all, Jiang Xiao could find ladies’ underwear in the Male Dormitory and say nothing.

“See you in the morning.”

Jiang Xiao’s extra sentence made Song Qiuyu shiver, every nerve in her body tensing up.

Right, they were now sharing a place off campus—and only the two of them…

Help! Was it still possible to move out now?

Song Qiuyu squeezed her eyes shut.

This was all Jiang Xiao’s fault.

If she hadn’t seen it, she wouldn’t have poked his chest muscles; who gets up in the middle of the night to take a shower like a normal person?

Biting her lip, she held her breath until Jiang Xiao left and closed the door to the next room, then she finally relaxed a little.

But she had only poked his chest, and Jiang Xiao was a big-hearted man with the patience of a prime minister—he probably wouldn’t hold a grudge.

Besides, he was the one who first called himself a pervert!

Better not scare herself anymore.

With that thought, Song Qiuyu flopped onto her bed, kicked off her slippers, and curled into the now slightly cold quilt.

Her feet used to warm up quickly, but after hiding under the covers for a while, they were still cold.

Winter girls really were like blocks of ice.

Her two white jade bare feet curled up, the toes, insteps, arches, and soles rubbing gently against each other, finally bringing some warmth.

After all the recent turmoil, she wasn’t so obsessed with that incident anymore.

She rubbed her feet warm and soon fell asleep peacefully.

In her dream, not only did she poke Jiang Xiao’s chest muscles, but she also stroked him like petting a cat.

Unlike reality, Jiang Xiao was willing in the dream.

Just as she was happily enjoying herself, Jiang Xiao suddenly grabbed both her ankles.

[What are you doing? I’m warming your feet for you.]

Jiang Xiao rubbed her feet with both hands, but it wasn’t enough—after warming them up, he even tried to eat them!

“No, no! Jiang Xiao, let go of my feet…”

Song Qiuyu muttered in her dream, slowly waking up, only to be jolted fully awake by two loud knocks.

“Song Qiuyu, get up! Didn’t we agree to Morning Run together?”

Damn it.

Hearing this, Song Qiuyu rolled out of bed in one motion, slipped into her slippers, and hurriedly squeezed her small feet into them.

As soon as she opened the door, the first thing she saw was Jiang Xiao’s bright, handsome face.

The scenes from her dream flashed through her mind, inexplicably making her feel a little pleased, but only for two seconds before she felt something was off.

What was so good about that?

It was perfectly normal for girls to admire a guy’s muscles; as a girl herself, it was only reasonable…

But the guy was Jiang Xiao!

Jiang Xiao saw the change in her expression and squinted his eyes, sensing she was thinking something naughty.

“What time is it? Why is it still so dark outside? Are we really going to run now?”

Song Qiuyu, embarrassed, broke off her wild thoughts and turned to look out the window.

Jiang Xiao didn’t answer but changed the subject.

“Song Qiuyu, about last night, aren’t you going to explain?”

At this, Song Qiuyu was shocked, eyes wide. Why was Jiang Xiao chasing her for answers now?

“If you don’t explain, I’m posting on the forum saying that Song Qiuyu poked the chest of her Male Dormitory roommate.”

Jiang Xiao said in a serious tone.

Hearing this, Song Qiuyu’s heart skipped a beat.

Her mind raced, she sighed, took it as self-inflicted, bit her lip, and said firmly, “Then what do you want to do? If you want to poke back, then… go ahead!”

Jiang Xiao was momentarily stunned.

“Only one poke, okay?”

Song Qiuyu bit her lip and looked up at him.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiao silently studied her for a while, then chuckled softly and reached out a large hand—not toward her chest, but to pinch her pouting cheeks.

“Pinching your face is more satisfying than poking there.”

“Uh…”

With her left cheek pinched, Song Qiuyu’s mind buzzed, and heat spread from her neck upwards.

Then her right cheek was pinched too.

“Balance is important.”

Jiang Xiao pinched, rubbed, and gently tugged.

Seeing her obediently let him tease her, only two seconds had passed before he felt a twinge of guilt.

Song Qiuyu was really well-behaved now, though it was only after making a mistake.

“Song Qiuyu, know you’re wrong?”

“Song Qiuyu knows she’s wrong!” Jiang Xiao grinned brightly.

“Jiang Xiao, it hurts a little…”

Suddenly a small hand tugged twice on his sleeve.

Jiang Xiao’s heart twitched and he quickly withdrew his hands, his heartbeat quickening.

“Damn it! I poked you just once, but you pinched my cheeks for so long, and both sides at once!”

Song Qiuyu rubbed both cheeks, gritting her teeth.

Jiang Xiao wasn’t surprised, feeling he could already guess what she would say next.

Though really, was it “that long”? She was definitely exaggerating.

“I’m poking back!”

Song Qiuyu wanted to confirm if she had really become like other girls, unable to resist a man’s muscles.

Jiang Xiao’s expression clearly said, “Just as I thought,” before he turned and ran.

“Jiang Xiao, don’t even think about running! Stop right there, let me poke you a few more times!”

Song Qiuyu immediately gave chase.

They ran back and forth in the medium-sized living room, chasing each other around the sofa.

Song Qiuyu swore she had never encountered a player so good at running away in a game, yet in real life, Jiang Xiao was teasing her until she was almost out of breath!

“Hah… hah… Jiang Xiao, stop running…”

She anticipated Jiang Xiao’s direction and prepared to block him, but was suddenly tripped by the sofa armrest, falling forward onto it.

The sofa was soft, but the fall still hurt a bit.

Song Qiuyu instinctively closed her eyes, but the imagined pain didn’t come—instead, she felt as if she had fallen into a warm embrace filled with Jiang Xiao’s scent.

“Hm?”

Song Qiuyu opened her eyes to find a warm, broad hand supporting her head, and a large shadow covering her.

Looking up, she met Jiang Xiao’s lowered gaze.

She had been saved by Jiang Xiao, but also pinned beneath him on the sofa!

Their eyes met, hearts racing.

The once cold winter air in the room slowly grew heated.

The girl’s subtle fragrance mixed with warm breath, drifting onto Jiang Xiao’s face.

His eyes glittered as he felt parched and tongue-tied; this close proximity was both intoxicating and addictive.

During the previous filming, this kind of closeness had been hard to endure, but now it was multiplied several times.

Song Qiuyu was Xi’er, the girl he had liked for six years, who, despite being deceived, still couldn’t help but fall for him.

If he didn’t hold back today and just took her right then and there…

The blame would lie entirely with Song Qiuyu herself for always crashing into him.

Song Qiuyu dared not look away from Jiang Xiao’s face.

So close—they were pressed against each other, even able to feel each other’s heartbeats.

His masculine aura brushed against her face, and she could feel certain parts of her body heating up, as something long repressed tried to break free and sprout.

The uncontrollable feeling made her uneasy.

Seeing Jiang Xiao’s Adam’s apple move, she bit her lips hard, her breath catching, an instinctive bad feeling rising.

In a daze, she recalled being mistakenly kissed by Jiang Xiao at the Opera House earlier.

If Jiang Xiao already knew she was Shen Xi, he would undoubtedly kiss her again.

Then, Jiang Xiao was defeated—the chest was poked twice in succession.

“Hehe, I got you. We’re even now!”

Song Qiuyu curled her fingers, forcing herself to stay calm.

“We still have Morning Run, right? You’re too heavy; I can’t push you. You better get down, or how am I supposed to get up?”

Jiang Xiao just stared deeply at her, watching her mouth open and close as she spoke, his patience nearly at its limit.

Seeing Jiang Xiao make no move for a long time, Song Qiuyu’s mind went blank and she froze.