The night at the scenic area was alive with the laughter of passersby, their voices drifting through the streets and alleys with the evening breeze.
It was no quieter than during the day—in fact, it was even livelier.
The aromas of various delicacies brazenly and dominantly invaded their noses and minds.
Even Song Qiuyu, who had fallen asleep, couldn’t help but be tempted by these scents, which led her into a beautiful dream.
In her dream, her QQ account exploded with popularity, as did everyone else’s.
Everyone had become the people they wanted to be.
Jiang Xiao had also stepped out of his past shadows and looked forward to the future.
But if there was one small flaw in the dream, it was that Jiang Xiao, this brother of hers, didn’t find a wife and ended up lonely forever.
Instead, he stayed by her side, bravely venturing into the Director Circle with her, winning all kinds of awards.
Their film even topped the global box office.
Then they traveled around, indulging in food from all over the world.
And that’s how they both stayed single for life.
“Mm… Jiang Xiao…”
At this moment, Song Qiuyu, who was being carried on Jiang Xiao’s back, clicked her tongue softly and muttered faintly in her sleep.
“Hm?”
Jiang Xiao was a little startled and turned his head to glance at her.
She had her eyes closed, her face resting on his shoulder in a deep, peaceful sleep, looking so well-behaved.
Every now and then, she would nuzzle his back with the side of her face.
Seeing that she was clearly still asleep, his brows furrowed slightly.
Had Song Qiuyu dreamed of him?
He couldn’t help but wonder what exactly she had dreamt about.
“Jiang Xiao… you’re not enough…!”
Song Qiuyu muttered intermittently in her sleep, her small mouth slightly parted as she exhaled warm breaths past Jiang Xiao’s ear, stirring a few stray hairs.
Jiang Xiao’s ear root felt hot from the warmth.
“Lao Jiang, you’re walking too slowly. Why don’t you check the keys in Lao Song’s pocket? We should open the store door first.”
Xie Zhuran looked back at Jiang Xiao. Although he had suggested Jiang Xiao be careful not to let Song Qiuyu wake up halfway through, Jiang Xiao’s cautiousness surprised him.
Both of these people really knew how to take care of others.
“Okay.”
Jiang Xiao nodded lightly.
Carefully, he fished out the keychain from Song Qiuyu’s pocket and handed it to Xie Zhuran.
Despite touching many parts of Song Qiuyu’s body, perhaps because she hadn’t slept well the previous night or was simply exhausted today, she didn’t wake up.
“Alright, just take your time getting over here. We’ll leave first.”
Xie Zhuran took the keys.
Lin An and Sang Tian followed along.
After taking a few steps, Sang Tian quietly turned back and glanced at Jiang Xiao carrying Song Qiuyu on his back, a smile spreading across her face.
When Song Qiuyu wakes up tomorrow, she thought, she’d be the first to tell her how carefully Jiang Xiao had carried her the whole way.
Song Qiuyu should be very happy about that.
The three figures slowly receded into the distance.
Jiang Xiao squinted slightly, taking a final look at their backs.
Then he gently lifted the person on his back a little higher.
The legs wrapped around his waist were soft, and the person pressed against his back was soft as well.
Song Qiuyu was even lighter than he had imagined.
What had tormented him the most while carrying her was her breath.
Now that she was talking in her sleep, her breaths had increased, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
“Jiang Xiao… are you…?”
Song Qiuyu mumbled again.
Jiang Xiao rolled his eyes at her silently. He knew she was just talking in her sleep, but her heavy breathing annoyed him and put him in a bad mood.
After a while, when she fell silent again, he sighed and continued forward, still carrying her.
Today felt strange—everything felt strange.
For a moment, he even considered trying to feel carefully with his back whether there was something between Song Qiuyu’s legs…
As soon as he realized how perverted that thought was, he scolded himself inwardly.
Jiang Xiao, are you crazy…
“Jiang Xiao, are you stupid?!”
Just then, Song Qiuyu’s dream mumbling sounded again.
When they returned to the cosplay store, it was almost 12:30 a.m., meaning they only had about three hours to rest before preparing to climb the mountain again to watch the sunrise.
The store had plenty of sofas, so there was no worry about uneven space.
Everyone lay down to rest.
After Jiang Xiao returned, Xie Zhuran got up, closed the door, and went to the bathroom clutching his stomach.
“Lao Jiang, you finally made it back. I’m counting on you to take care of Lao Song. My stomach hurts, so I’m off to the restroom first.”
After closing the door, Xie Zhuran dashed toward the bathroom, then halfway backtracked to grab his phone.
Jiang Xiao carried Song Qiuyu to a sofa, then carefully sat down, gently placing her on it.
He adjusted her sleeping position so she lay sideways on the sofa.
Bending over slightly, he looked at the beautiful person sleeping beneath him. Certain memories stirred within him, causing his chest to heat up and his heart to race.
Unaware of their proximity in her sleep, Song Qiuyu subconsciously pursed her lips.
Jiang Xiao’s gaze fell on her lips, and he squeezed his hands nervously.
Without thinking, he lowered his head and, almost uncontrollably, did what his drunken self had failed to do twice before—
He felt the soft touch of Song Qiuyu’s lips.
In the next instant, it was like an electric shock shot through him.
He jerked upright, his head buzzing.
Had he just done what he thought he had?
Secretly kissed Song Qiuyu?
Before he could comprehend what he had just done, the sound of a flushing toilet broke the silence.
He hurriedly slipped off Song Qiuyu’s canvas shoes and took off her white socks.
Her two fair, delicate feet were exposed and quickly placed on the armrest of the sofa.
“Mm…”
Song Qiuyu must have been uncomfortable in her sleep as her body twisted twice.
Her lips parted slightly, and a pink tongue flickered between her teeth.
Jiang Xiao panicked and took two steps back, accidentally bumping into a glass table behind him.
An apple resting on the table rolled onto the floor with a thud.
Song Qiuyu was sleeping soundly, and the others were in deep sleep too.
Xie Zhuran was still in the bathroom.
No one was disturbed by the apple’s fall—only Jiang Xiao was startled.
His heart pounded violently.
He quickly turned and, trembling with nervousness, picked up the apple and put it back on the table.
Just as he was about to relax, he noticed that a glass cup had slid to the edge of the table during the collision and was about to fall.
Jiang Xiao froze.
He rushed to catch the cup but was too late. With a sharp, clear sound, the glass shattered on the floor.
The noise woke four people. Xie Zhuran came out of the bathroom.
Song Qiuyu woke with a start, her eyes wide open, still groggy, staring blankly toward the noise.
Jiang Xiao stood frozen there.
Two inches in front of his toes lay the shattered glass.
“Sorry, I wasn’t careful.”
Jiang Xiao crouched down, reaching to pick up the broken glass shards with his hands.
“Wait! Don’t pick it up with your hands! It’s dangerous!”
Song Qiuyu hadn’t yet figured out why she was there, but she immediately sat up, bare feet touching the cool floor, stopping Jiang Xiao.
Then she expertly slipped on her canvas shoes like slippers, stepping on the heels to flatten them, and went to fetch a broom.
“I’ll sweep it up. Jiang Xiao, you go rest.”
Jiang Xiao curled his fingers but only responded with a simple “Okay” before stiffly lying down on the empty sofa opposite her.
He turned his back to everyone, closed his eyes tightly, and clenched his teeth.
The soft sensation still lingered on his lips, slightly cool now.
All his nerves were taut, and his thoughts were in turmoil.
What had he just done?
Unaware of Jiang Xiao’s deep self-doubt, Song Qiuyu finished cleaning up the glass shards and proactively sent a text to the Store Manager, confessing to the accident and offering compensation.
The Store Manager hadn’t replied yet, probably asleep.
After confirming everyone was lying on the sofas, she slipped quietly to the bathroom, locked the door, then opened QQ.
Switched accounts.
[Jiang Xiao]: Xi’er, today is the fourth day of the National Day Holiday.
I also went to the scenic spot with my roommate Song Qiuyu.
Because of some small incidents last night, my other two roommates, Xie Zhuran and Lin An, along with Sang Tian, came too.
Speaking of those small incidents, it seems Xie Zhuran and the others mistook the female cosplay Song Qiuyu for you.
I really wish it had been you by my side. Then I could introduce Song Qiuyu to you to cosplay with.
I remember you said you wanted to cosplay Tifa for me…
Reading this, Song Qiuyu shook her head subconsciously and gave a firm denial to Jiang Xiao’s question.
No way, it was awful, honestly.
Hah, Jiang Xiao actually remembers that she promised to cosplay Tifa for him…
Still, he should just wash up and sleep—dreams contain everything!