Chapter 28: I slept in your bed last night, so… where did you sleep?

The bedroom was silent, with the bedside lamp casting a faint and enchanting glow.

Song Ye sat at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the girl lying there.

His thumb gently rubbed her soft lips for a long while.

“Mmm…”

Jiang Nanshu seemed to feel ticklish.

She furrowed her brows and parted her lips slightly.

The man’s finger sank in, touching the warm, moist tip of her tongue.

A current of electricity seemed to jolt through him, making his back stiffen instantly as he quickly withdrew his hand.

She turned over without care, her breathing light and steady.

Song Ye sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her, his long legs spread apart, arms resting on his thighs.

He hunched slightly, burying his face in his palms as he let out a long sigh, forcing himself to suppress the strange sensation in his body.

After a long time, he straightened up and went to the bathroom to fetch a warm towel.

When the warm towel brushed across her face, Jiang Nanshu, still half-asleep, felt uncomfortable and whimpered, reaching out to grab it.

The man held her hand, but she quickly struggled, stretching out her other hand, kicking at the blanket, and waving blindly in the air.

*Slap *

A slap landed on Song Ye’s neck, her fingernails grazing his skin with a slight sting.

Song Ye frowned and let out a low hiss.

He hadn’t expected her to be so restless while drunk.

He put the towel away, sat by the bed, and took a deep breath before getting up to hang the towel in the bathroom.

Leaving the bedroom, he only left the door slightly ajar.

Taking out a cigarette box, he walked to the balcony.

With a soft click, the lighter ignited, and he lowered his head to light a cigarette.

Smoke curled and spread, lingering by the glass window.

Song Ye loosely bit the cigarette between his lips, lifting his gaze toward the outside world.

Tiny snowflakes, as delicate as willow catkins, swirled and danced in the air, slowly drifting past his vision.

Jiangcheng wasn’t a city that snowed every year.

There had been no snow for the past two years.

This was the first snowfall of the winter season.

It arrived unexpectedly.

Just like Jiang Nanshu tonight.

The feeling of a hangover was unpleasant her head ached, and her entire body felt as if she were floating in a dream.

Even opening her eyes felt like a struggle.

Jiang Nanshu reached out with her eyes closed, fumbling for her phone on the bedside table but couldn’t find it.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of a wardrobe door opening.

Her whole body tensed, and in an instant, her eyes snapped open.

In the dim light, a tall, well-built man stood with his back to her, picking out clothes from the wardrobe.

With just one glance, her heart nearly stopped from fright.

She clutched the blanket tightly, sat up abruptly, and backed away, screaming, “Ahhh! Who are you?! Why are you in my house?!”

Song Ye paused, then turned around, looking down at her from above.

“You’re awake?”

Jiang Nanshu stared at him, completely dumbfounded.

She clutched her wildly beating heart and took deep breaths as if she’d survived a disaster.

“Song Ye? You… why are you in my house?”

She nearly died of shock…

For a moment, she thought she’d gotten drunk and brought home a stranger for a one-night stand.

Song Ye crossed his arms, watching her amusedly.

“Take a good look.

This is my house.”

Jiang Nanshu: “Huh?”

A million question marks filled her head as she looked around in confusion.

The thick curtains were still drawn tightly, making it impossible to tell if it was day or night.

Only the open door let in a faint light, suggesting it was daytime.

She looked down at the blanket wrapped around her a deep gray, pure cotton material.

…This definitely wasn’t her bed.

Her bedsheets were white and fluffy.

She tilted her head up, staring blankly at Song Ye, her memories slowly coming back.

She remembered that Cheng Jiajia had dropped her off at her door last night, and she had entered by pressing the password…

But why was she in Song Ye’s house?

She blinked.

“Wait, I remember entering my password at the door.

My password is my birthday…”

She paused, her heartbeat speeding up again.

“Your house’s password…”

“Is Rousong’s birthday,” Song Ye said, looking down at her.

“Same as yours.”

Jiang Nanshu froze.

Song Ye stared at her for a while, then turned back to the wardrobe and took out an outfit.

“It’s already noon.

I have somewhere to be.

Do you want to stay here and keep sleeping or get up and eat something?”

He glanced at her again as he spoke.

Jiang Nanshu’s mind was still in a mess.

She held onto the blanket, pursed her lips, and glanced at him.

Then she lowered her head and lifted the blanket.

“I’ll go first.”

She got out of bed, standing on her long, straight legs clad in black leggings.

She was wearing a fitted white undershirt that accentuated her slim waist, her curves smooth and well-defined.

Song Ye quietly averted his gaze, turned around with his clothes in hand, and said, “Your clothes are on the bedside table.

Get dressed and come out.”

Jiang Nanshu watched him leave, then looked down at herself, frustratedly scratching her head before glancing at the bedside table.

Her clothes were neatly folded on top of it.

She put on her skirt and sweater, then couldn’t help but let her mind wander as she made the bed.

She had slept in Song Ye’s bed last night so where had he slept?

Carrying her down jacket and scarf, she stepped out and paused in front of the bathroom, hesitating for a moment before turning on the light and walking in to check the mirror.

Her face still looked fine, surprisingly free of any remaining makeup.

Other than her slightly messy hair, she was still fair and pretty.

“Do you want steak?”

Song Ye’s voice came from outside.

Jiang Nanshu was startled.

She quickly tidied her hair before walking out of the bathroom, looking up at him.

Song Ye had already changed into fresh clothes.

His hair was still slightly damp, making him look clean and refreshed, exuding a lazy yet attractive charm.

Jiang Nanshu couldn’t help but space out for a moment.

Had they… slept together last night?

No, she asked herself again.

“…Yes,” she answered.

“It’s takeout,” Song Ye said before turning toward the kitchen.

Suddenly, Jiang Nanshu noticed a few suspicious red marks on his neck scratches, as if from claws.

She was instantly petrified.

No way.

Did something really happen between them last night?

No, aside from the headache and slight weakness, she didn’t feel anything unusual.

She couldn’t have been drunk enough to sleep with someone and not even know about it… right?

Jiang Nanshu shook her head, trying to shake off the thoughts.

Song Ye wasn’t the type to take advantage of someone.

She found her bag on the sofa, took out her phone, and saw unread messages from Cheng Jiajia.

Cheng Jiajia: [Are you awake?

You drank too much last night.

Are you okay?]

Cheng Jiajia: [It’s already noon.

Still not up?]

Shu: [I’m up…]

Shu: [But I went to the wrong house last night.

I slept in Song Ye’s bed.]

Before she even finished brushing her teeth, Cheng Jiajia’s call came in.

“You went to the wrong house?

And slept in his bed?”