Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 264 I've already slept with you

Xiao Yunqing felt a bit cold at night.

The blanket had been kicked to my feet at some point, and a cool breeze seeped in through the gaps in the blanket, making it feel chilly.

She groggily reached out to pull the blanket, but couldn't reach it.

He reached out again, but still couldn't grab it.

Later, it wasn't cold anymore; instead, it felt warm and comfortable.

It felt like there was a heater nearby, warm and cozy. She unconsciously leaned closer and closer until she pressed her whole body against it.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on her face and stinging her.

She frowned and turned over.

It touches something soft and warm.

She didn't notice, buried her face in it, and rubbed it against it.

Good morning, little cloud.

The voice was very low, but it was very clear. She suddenly opened her eyes.

Song Huan's face was right in front of me, so close that I could see the curve of his eyelashes.

His lips curled up in a sly, mischievous way, like a fox that had just stolen a chicken.

Eyes facing each other.

Xiao Yunqing was taken aback at first.

Then she instinctively reached out to push him away.

But what about the hands?

Why can't she move her hand?

She lowered her head and looked down along her arm.

Her hands were wrapped tightly around his waist, as if she were hugging a pillow.

Her legs were restless too, wrapping around his waist, her whole body hanging on him like an octopus.

Her face flushed instantly, from her neck to the tips of her ears, and from the tips of her ears to her forehead, making her look like a boiled shrimp.

Song Huan looked at her, her lips curving into a wider smile. "Didn't you say last night you were going to kick me off the stage?"

Xiao Yunqing opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"You're not kicking me, you're trying to strangle me." Song Huan's voice was still very low, but every word was laced with laughter.

"Let go." Her voice was very soft, like a mosquito's hum.

"I'd like to loosen my grip," Song Huan said, glancing down at her waist. "You have to let go first before I can loosen my grip."

Xiao Yunqing then realized what was happening and quickly pulled her hand back, as if she had been burned.

She pulled her legs back, curled up into a ball, and pressed herself against the wall, wishing she could squeeze herself into a crack in the wall.

Song Huan stretched her aching back, sat up, and rubbed her shoulders. "I have to say, your sleeping posture is terrible! Who was it that said they were going to kick me off the bed last night? And what happened? I woke up to find you clinging to me. Are you a koala?"

Xiao Yunqing lowered her head, not daring to look at him, her face flushed red.

My innermost thoughts drifted over from her side, both anxious and shy, like a crumpled piece of paper.

[It's all over, all over, all over.]

[How could I be holding him?]

Why would I cling to him?

He probably thinks I'm very unreserved.

He's definitely laughing at me in his heart.

[It’s over. ]

My life is over.

Seeing her looking like she wanted to bury herself in the pillow, Song Huan suppressed a laugh and stood up.

"Alright, alright, I'm going to wash up."

He took a couple of steps, then turned back. "Oh right, you drooled on my clothes. I have to do the laundry now. Sigh."

Xiao Yunqing raised her head, glanced at him, then lowered her head again and buried her face in the blanket.

Song Huan is gone.

She lay face down on the bed, pulled the blanket over her head, and huddled inside it.

My heart was still beating very fast, thumping as if it were about to jump out of my chest.

She turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

His scent still lingers on the pillow—a faint smell of laundry detergent, mixed with a hint of sunshine.

She buried her face even deeper, her ears turning red.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the train finally arrived in Nanjiang.

Sunlight streamed down from the platform's roof, falling on the ground in dappled patterns.

Song Huan walked ahead with her bag on her back, taking long strides as if she were in a hurry.

Xiao Yunqing followed behind, carrying large and small bags in her hands, one on her left, one on her right, and one on her back, walking unsteadily.

Why did she bring it up alone?

Because these were all her luggage.

When we arrived, Song Huan helped us carry it.

Now that we've arrived at our destination, Song Huan isn't taking it anymore.

She was furious at his hands-off attitude, but there was nothing she could do but carry it herself.

Stepping out of Nanjiang Station, the sunlight shone down from above, dazzlingly white.

Song Huan stood in the square, looking up at this city that was both strange and familiar.

High-rise buildings, traffic, and people coming and going.

He took a deep breath and suddenly spoke from the heart.

"It seems I have no choice but to leave Nanjiang, to leave the capital I built with my own hands. Do you think I must be heartbroken at this moment...?"

Xiao Yunqing caught up with her, carrying her luggage and panting heavily. She said irritably, "What are you doing here?"

Song Huan glanced at her and said indifferently, "You should say that the Chief Executive has a brilliant insight."

"nerve."

Xiao Yunqing rolled her eyes at him, switched the luggage to her other hand, and shook her aching fingers.

"How do we get to school? By taxi or...?"

Just then, a woman in her thirties walked over. She had big, wavy hair and was wearing a tight-fitting dress with a short hem that revealed her two white legs.

Her face was covered in heavy makeup, and her lips were painted bright red.

She walked up to Song Huan, looked him up and down, took a small note out of her bag, and stuffed it into his hand.

"Handsome, is this your first time in Nanjiang? Would you like to experience the local customs and culture? The girls here are all very gentle."

Song Huan looked down and saw it was a small card.

It's pink, with a picture of a scantily clad woman printed on it, and the words "Foot Bath and Health Care, Massage" written in large letters next to it.

Below is a phone number.

Holy crap, a foot massage parlor.

We'll have to look into that.

Xiao Yunqing stood to the side, watching him stare intently at the small card, her expression changed, and she was about to get angry.

Song Huan spoke first, her tone serious and her expression earnest, "Is your foot massage parlor legitimate?"

The woman nodded quickly, "Young man, don't worry, it's all legitimate, absolutely legitimate."

Song Huan looked at the card over and over, shook her head, and said with a disappointed look, "If it's legitimate, then I won't go."

Xiao Yunqing and the woman were both stunned.

The woman reacted quickly and leaned closer, "This handsome guy, actually, he also has some shady services..."

Song Huan's attitude immediately changed, her eyes lighting up. "Then I have to go and see just how irregular it is."

He stuffed the card into his pocket, turned around, looked at Xiao Yunqing, coughed, and said, "I'll leave you here. You can go to school by yourself."

He slung his bag over his shoulder, turned and walked away with long strides, following behind the woman, enthusiastically introducing which girl was the most gentle, without ever turning his head back.

Xiao Yunqing stood there, carrying large and small bags, watching his figure walk further and further away.

She paused for a moment, then panicked and shouted loudly.

"Song Huan, you bastard! I slept with you!"

The entire train station entrance and exit were quiet.

Everyone stopped and turned to look at them.

Some people had their mouths open, some forgot to take a picture halfway through holding their phones, and some let go of their suitcases, causing them to slide out and bump into the heels of the people in front of them.

The sexy woman next to him was also stunned. She subconsciously took two steps back to the side, distancing herself from Song Huan, and her eyes became complicated.

[Holy crap, what kind of person is this? He has such a beautiful girlfriend, and he's still messing around, and he's doing it right in front of her...]

Song Huan stopped walking.

He stood there, feeling the gazes coming from all directions, and his scalp tingled.

He slowly turned around.

Xiao Yunqing stood in the middle of the square, carrying large and small bags, her eyes red, glaring at him.

The wind blew, blowing her hair onto her face, making her look like she was about to cry.

He quickly walked back, stood in front of her, and whispered, "I was just kidding."

Xiao Yunqing didn't say anything, just stared at him.

He scratched his head. "Seriously, just kidding. I'm never going to a foot massage parlor. Those kinds of places look shady, uh... unsafe."

She still didn't say anything.

"How could I possibly leave you behind? You're all alone with so much luggage, what will you do? I definitely have to take you to school."

She finally spoke.

"Didn't you just say you wanted to go check out how unprofessional it was?"

Her voice was cold.

"Isn't that just acting?"

He chuckled, "Do I look convincing?"

Xiao Yunqing was so angry that she raised her hand to hit him.

"You scared me to death, you know?" Her voice trembled. "I thought you were really going to leave."

Song Huan stood there, not dodging, letting her hit her.

"I was wrong," he said.

She hit him again, this time less forcefully. "Will you do this again next time?"

"No."

She glared at him and shoved the bags she was carrying into his arms.

"Take it."

Song Huan quickly took it and hugged it to her chest.

She turned and left quickly.

He followed behind, his body covered in bags, like a mobile shelf.