Chaos, blurred, distorted, entangled, sentimental, unwilling to wake up, yet unwilling to face it…
A crimson dream, a drunken passion, a soft person, a wild night…
This was both a blessing and a curse.
When the morning sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains and fell on the bedside, Zhao Yicheng slowly opened his eyes. What greeted him was an “octopus” clinging to his body, along with the sticky sensation in his lower body.
Fragments of lingering crimson memories surfaced in his mind. He pressed his hand to his forehead and instantly darkened his face.
Another nightmare, another erotic dream.
What the hell was wrong with him lately?
Carefully peeling off the “octopus” from his body, Zhao Yicheng tiptoed to his luggage, grabbed a clean pair of underwear, and walked into the bathroom.
Turning on the shower, warm water washed over his skin as white steam rose. Zhao Yicheng looked at his reflection in the mirror and took a deep breath.
“This is insane.”
He was a thirty-year-old man, yet he was still having the kind of crimson dreams that only young people had.
Still, as the crimson images from the dream flashed through his mind, his younger brother greeted him honestly.
A few minutes later, after a quick wash, Zhao Yicheng emerged from the bathroom only to find Bai Xu Yinsheng had woken up at some point. She was sitting at the head of the bed, her long hair loose, her expression lazy.
“When did you wake up?” Zhao Yicheng walked over and gently stroked her hair.
“Just… just woke up.” Bai Xu Yinsheng yawned, sleep still lingering in her eyes. She looked at Zhao Yicheng.
“A’Zhao, I’m hungry.”
“What do you want to eat?”
“Doufunao, Youtiao.”
“Alright, I’ll go buy them.” Zhao Yicheng affectionately patted Bai Xu Yinsheng’s head, then turned and walked out.
As soon as Zhao Yicheng left, Bai Xu Yinsheng yawned again, completely losing her drowsiness. She pulled out her phone from under the pillow and opened a familiar game app.
Since she couldn’t sleep… Game, start!
The familiar, pleasant opening played, accompanied by flashy skills and dazzling effects, plus black stockings, lace, and long legs—it instantly drew her into it.
Creak!
The room door opened, and light footsteps sounded behind her. Bai Xu Yinsheng didn’t pay attention, lying on the bed, leisurely swinging her two little legs.
“A’Zhao, back so soon?”
“Can I finish this game first before we eat?”
As her words fell, there was no response from behind. Bai Xu Yinsheng sensed something was wrong. She just turned around when a shadow of a stick shot down!
Bam!!!
When Zhao Yicheng returned to the room carrying two portions of Doufunao and Youtiao, he saw Bai Xu Yinsheng sitting at the head of the bed, swinging her beautiful legs while holding her phone and playing happily.
Zhao Yicheng set down the Doufunao and Youtiao, walked over, and pulled the white-haired girl into his arms, his eyes full of smiles. “Xiao Baiyin, guess what I dreamed about last night?”
“Why are you being such an idiot now…” The white-haired girl muttered in a voice only she could hear.
“What?”
Zhao Yicheng vaguely heard her say something but couldn’t make it out.
Bai Xu Yinsheng looked up and gave him a sweet smile. “I said, A’Zhao must have dreamed about me, otherwise you wouldn’t be smiling so happily.”
“As expected of my Xiao Baiyin, so smart.” Zhao Yicheng laughed, reached out, and pinched her little nose.
Then he picked up the Doufunao from the table, opened the lid, scooped up a big spoonful, and brought it to Xiao Bai’s cherry-red lips.
Bai Xu Yinsheng was stunned.
But noticing the anticipation in the man’s eyes, she opened her mouth and accepted the Doufunao he offered, even letting her tongue lick his fingertip.
“Mmm, delicious.” Bai Xu Yinsheng obediently ate the Doufunao, her big, watery eyes making Zhao Yicheng stare.
One bite, two bites, three bites…
The soft, white Doufunao filled the girl’s small mouth, puffing up her cherry lips. Her pink tongue licked the white residue at the corners of her mouth, the aroma of soybeans filling her nose, making Zhao Yicheng’s Adam’s apple bob involuntarily.
Bai Xu Yinsheng swallowed the Doufunao with effort, looking at the man who was swallowing his saliva, and tilted her head.
“A’Zhao, aren’t you eating?”
“I’ll eat later.” Zhao Yicheng forced down the unmentionable thoughts in his mind and affectionately ruffled the black-haired girl’s hair.
“For now, I’m feeding you.”
“You can feed me later too.”
“Later…” Zhao Yicheng sighed softly, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes.
In just two or three more days, these two months would be over. Whether it was Xiao Baiyin, who held goodwill toward Zhao Yicheng, or Xiao Hei, who held malice, they would merge back into Xu Yinsheng.
Whether the Xu Yinsheng who returned would harbor goodwill, malice, or both toward Zhao Yicheng was unknown.
Zhao Yicheng didn’t know.
He shook his head and continued focusing on feeding the person before him.
“A’Zhao, do you like Xiao Baiyin or Xiao Hei?”
“I like both.”
“Then do you like white or black?”
“I like both.”
“Don’t you like Xiao Baiyin more?”
“Whether it’s Xiao Bai or Xiao Hei, they’re both Xiao Yin. I like them all.” He pinched the white-haired girl’s soft cheek, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.
“Actually, even though Xiao Hei puts on a stern face all day, she’s the one who cares about you the most. Last time, when you were missing for two hours while surfing, she was even more anxious than I was.”
As he spoke, he scooped up another big spoonful of Doufunao and brought it to Xiao Bai’s cherry-red lips.
“Remember the last time I fed you like this? It was back in high school…”
High school…
Bai Xu Yinsheng’s eyes grew distant. Those beautiful memories surfaced in her mind like a movie replay—those warm years…
She lowered her eyelids, masking the fleeting emotion in her eyes, then opened her mouth to accept the food from the spoon.
She didn’t remember the taste from back then. She only knew that moment was very, very sweet.
…
Splash! Splash!
Rain poured down in torrents, soaking everything.
Inside a hospital room reeking of disinfectant, a figure in a hospital gown lay on the bed, pale-faced and lifeless.
“Drinking yourself into alcohol poisoning. You’re something else.” High school-era Zhao Yicheng sat by the bed, peeling an apple, looking at his good brother.
“I… I didn’t drink that much. It was just… a spur-of-the-moment thing.” Xu Yinsheng answered guiltily. Of course, he wouldn’t admit he’d been trying to impress a new girl at the bar by competing in drinking with a group.
“Spur-of-the-moment. You…” Zhao Yicheng started to say something, but looking at Xu Yinsheng’s delicate, pale face, he swallowed his words.
“Forget it. Just rest and recover.”
He stuffed the peeled apple into Xu Yinsheng’s hand.
Xu Yinsheng took a bite but had no appetite. He looked at Zhao Yicheng.
“Old Zhao, I’m hungry.”
“What do you want to eat? I’ll go buy it.”
“Doufunao, Youtiao.”
“Alright.”
He answered like that, just as he always had.