SFS Chapter 1302 Yunrui Enchanting: Eyes
Chapter 1302 Yunrui Enchanting: Eyes
"How have you been lately?" Gu Yunqian's voice came through the receiver, with his usual gentleness. "Ruixiang said that you finally stopped giving him a hard time."
When Qi Ruixiang's name was mentioned, Gu Yunxi's fingertips clenched the pencil tightly. The pen shaft left a red mark on her palm, but she didn't feel any pain. "That's it."
She looked out the window at the wet street, her tone deliberately distant. "You should have known how I was doing a long time ago, right? Wasn't the purpose of sending him here just to monitor me? Let's see who can last longer."
"Don't be so irritable." Gu Yunqian's voice deepened. "I asked Ruixiang to stay with you over there to ensure your safety, not to let you show your displeasure to others."
"He's yours, not mine. Besides, weren't you the one who wanted to cut us apart with a diamond drill?" Gu Yunxi suddenly laughed, a hint of self-deprecation in his laughter. "Now you're creating this kind of situation for us. What are you planning?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then Gu Yunqian sighed helplessly: "What can you do when you can't find anything? Lin Xu..."
"Don't mention him!" Gu Yunxi suddenly raised his voice, and the thing that was originally placed on his legs fell to the ground with a "bang". "What makes you so afraid of my special concern for other men? Qi Ruixiang is like this, and Lin Xu is also like this!"
After she finished speaking, she hung up the call and threw the phone to the end of the bed.
The soft duvet caught the phone, but it didn't catch the tears welling up in her eyes.
She knew she was venting her anger on others, and that Gu Yunqian was genuinely doing it for her own good, but the sentence "Rui Xiang said you finally stopped giving him a hard time." was like a thorn that pricked her heart and made her ache - it turned out that someone was reporting every detail of her actions to her eldest brother.
Qi Ruixiang is Gu Yunqian's eye next to her...
Qi Ruixiang was awakened by the singing of birds outside the window.
His eyelids felt heavy as if they were glued together. He took some effort to open them a little, but what came into view was not the carpet in front of the sofa in the living room, but the familiar linen-colored bedding.
The sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains and turned into soft golden gauze, weaving fuzzy patterns on the sheets. The faint scent of lily of the valley lingered at the tip of the nose - the smell of the laundry detergent that Gu Yunxi usually used.
He sat up suddenly, his lower back muscles aching, and then he remembered that he had fallen asleep curled up on the floor next to the sofa last night.
Gu Yunxi's sketchbook was still spread out on the coffee table. He stared at the boy's back that he had been drawing for half the night, and fell asleep leaning against the armrest of the sofa without knowing when.
How did you get to the bed?
Qi Ruixiang lifted the quilt and got out of bed. The moment he stepped barefoot on the floor, he heard noises coming from the kitchen.
It was not the sound of pots and pans colliding, but a very light gurgling sound, mixed with the faint fragrance of herbs, as soothing as spring silkworms eating mulberry leaves.
He walked towards the sound, his steps very lightly.
Gu Yunxi was standing in front of the stove with his back to him.
She was still wearing the same lotus pink halter dress, with his cotton shirt loosely layered over it, the cuffs rolled up to her forearms, revealing her fair wrists.
She was holding a long-handled spoon in her hand, stirring the contents of the casserole intermittently. The profile of her face was as soft as an ink painting in the morning light.
"Awake?" She didn't turn around. Her voice was slightly hoarse from just waking up, but much softer than usual. "The hangover soup in the pot needs to simmer for a while. Go wash up first."
Qi Ruixiang stood there without moving.
The clay pot was emitting fine white steam, which blurred her figure. Her hair was casually tied back, with a few strands hanging down at the side of her neck, swaying gently with the stirring.
The morning light fell on her exposed shoulders and neck, and the faint red marks left by last night could be seen, like a peach petal fallen in the snow.
This scene was too common, but it made his heart soften suddenly.
Qi Ruixiang walked over lightly and stood behind her.
Amid the bubbling sound of the casserole, one could hear her steady breathing. The tips of her hair brushed lightly across her shoulder blades as the stirring motion occurred, and a subtle tremor appeared on her delicate skin.
He stretched out his arms and gently wrapped them around her waist from behind, his palms resting on her soft belly and his chin resting on the crook of her neck.
"The hangover soup is so delicious." His lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice wrapped in warm breath, with the laziness of just waking up, "Aren't you afraid that you'll make me greedy?"
Gu Yunxi paused in stirring the soup, the long-handled spoon creating tiny ripples in the casserole. "It just happened to happen."
Her voice was soft, but she did not break free from his embrace. Her fingertips unconsciously clenched the wooden handle, and her knuckles turned a faint white.
Qi Ruixiang chuckled softly, and the vibration of his chest passed through their pressed backs, like a stone thrown into a lake.
He tilted his head, rubbing his lips behind her ear, deliberately rubbing his stubble against her delicate skin. "Then who moved me from the living room to the bed while I was asleep yesterday? I remember I was clearly standing by the sofa."
The warm breath penetrated into the ear canal, and Gu Yunxi's ears instantly turned red. She could feel his lips getting closer and closer to her, and the soft touch brushed against her earlobe, bringing a dangerous itch. "You're too heavy,"
The woman's half-coquettish, half-complaining words made Qi Ruixiang feel guilty. Last night, he had complained to Yan Wanqing in the Chinese restaurant, saying that Gu Yunxi was hot and cold like a piece of ice that could not be warmed up, and that she always hid her thoughts tightly and refused to open up.
Yan Wanqing didn't respond at the time, but just poured him a glass of warm water. Thinking about it now, there was clearly a bit of helplessness in her eyes, as if she was "confused by the situation."
How could he forget that this seemingly cold woman would silently make sobering soup for him when he was drunk, and would take great pains to move him from the floor to the bed, and she would make him nauseous behind his back just because she had her own worries.
It’s really not human!
Qi Ruixiang tightened his arms, hugging her tighter, burying his nose in her hair and taking a deep breath. The scent of lily of the valley mixed with the sweetness of red dates, like a cup of warm honey wine, made the guilt in his heart even stronger.
"Yunxi," his voice was very soft, "Yesterday..."
"The soup is ready." Gu Yunxi suddenly interrupted him and moved the casserole away from the fire with a long-handled spoon, his movements deliberately hasty.
She turned sideways and tried to get out of his arms, but he held her shoulders. Qi Ruixiang's palms were warm, and through the thin shirt, she could feel the strength of his fingertips.
"Don't hide." He bent down and kissed the back of her neck, the red mark there turned a deeper pink. "I haven't thanked you yet."
Gu Yunxi's shoulders were tense, but he didn't struggle anymore.
She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes, like a quiet butterfly.
"Qi Ruixiang." She finally spoke, her voice hoarse as if covered by a layer of fog. "The soup is getting cold."
Qi Ruixiang then raised his head and looked at her red ears and tightly pursed lips, and suddenly felt his throat tighten.
He knew that she was still worried and that Lin Xu's matter was like a thorn in her heart, but at this moment she did not push him away or say anything cold to him, which was a rare sign of her relaxation.
"Okay, drink the soup first." He let go of her hand, but when she turned around, he deliberately hooked her fingers with his fingertips.
Gu Yunxi's fingertips curled up and retracted as if they were burned, but he did not immediately retreat three steps away as usual.
She lowered her head to serve the soup, the long-handled spoon making a slight sound as it hit the edge of the bowl, but the redness on her ears never faded.
Qi Ruixiang leaned against the door frame and looked at her, the guilt in his eyes gradually replaced by tenderness.
Qi Ruixiang took a big sip, and the warmth slid down his throat, soothing his heart. "It tastes better than my mom's." He looked into her eyes and said seriously, "Really."
Gu Yunxi's eyelashes trembled, and the corners of her mouth seemed to curl up, but quickly pursed into a straight line. "If you like, you can do it often in the future."