Chapter 116: Yu Wu x Song Si Lan

Early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, drifting down to land on the bed in the center of the room.

The sheets on the bed were in disarray, half-covering the waist of a black-haired youth lying face-down.

The room was utterly still; even the scattered motes drifting in the light seemed to have paused, settling drowsily beside the youth with half-long hair.

The next second, an abrupt alarm rang out sharply from the bedside.

The youth lying face-down on the bed frowned slightly, his lashes trembling, as if about to wake.

But immediately after, a hand with clearly defined knuckles reached over from the side—one hand unhesitatingly silencing the alarm, the other casually covering the black-haired youth's ear.

".......What time is it?"

But the next moment, Song Si Lan's slightly muffled voice rose from beneath Yu Wu's palm.

"It's still early, not even seven yet. Go back to sleep."

Yu Wu's gaze passed over the "08:00" on the screen, and he spoke without changing his expression.

Song Si Lan's awareness had already begun to return somewhat.

He propped himself up, trying to turn his head.

"Did my alarm just go off........."

Before he could finish speaking, his motion of getting up suddenly stiffened the moment his waist bore weight.

Yu Wu beside him, understanding, reached out to support him—even precisely pressing the sore spot at his waist—yet Song Si Lan's expression only darkened further.

"Let go, I can get up on my own........"

Yu Wu encircled his waist with utmost gentleness.

He seemed not to notice Song Si Lan's tension, humming some nameless tune under his breath as he gently lifted Song Si Lan's whole body a little higher.

"It's fine, feeling uncomfortable is normal, let me rub it for you—"

As he spoke, his hand deftly pressed against the dip of Song Si Lan's waist, naturally reaching to lift the hem of his shirt.

The next second—

Slap!

".......Get away."

Yu Wu's slapped-away hand paused slightly.

But as if he hadn't heard the anger hidden in Song Si Lan's tone, he paused a second, then naturally shifted his hand to another position.

"Oh, I remember now, I already rubbed this side of your waist last night........"

Yu Wu spoke as his hand moved to the other side, and—as expected—received another slap.

And as if he had long anticipated it, he naturally shifted his hand again, reaching toward the side.

After repeating this several times, the corner of Yu Wu's mouth gradually curved into a slight smile.

As if teasing a small animal, he paid no attention to his faintly reddened hand, switching directions with great good humor.

A vein pulsed at Song Si Lan's temple, and a classic internet phrase inexplicably surfaced in his mind—

"Damn, he's enjoying this."

The smile at the corner of the person before him kept widening. Song Si Lan took a deep breath and simply scooted backward.

—Without noticing he had already reached the very edge of the bed.

The next second, a sense of weightlessness and the immediately following sensation of a waist being gathered in struck simultaneously.

Song Si Lan's eyes widened slightly, and realizing he had once again ended up lying in Yu Wu's arms, he finally couldn't hold back a curse.

"Yu Wu, you Old Man!"

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Thirty seconds later, Song Si Lan stood at the foot of the bed, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

Calm down, impulse is the devil, he'd already lost his temper once today........

"You're overreacting, Si Lan."

Yu Wu's somewhat muffled voice came from behind him.

"We've already slept together, it's not like I didn't hold you last night........"

........Song Si Lan felt that losing his temper a second time wouldn't be out of the question.

He took another deep breath, turned around with a slightly cold expression: "So? What do you want?"

Yu Wu sat cross-legged on the bed, covering half his face, and looked up at the sound—and for an instant winced at a sudden tug.

"So to compensate for my loss just now—and to celebrate our first........cough, anyway, after our breakup—how about I drive you to work today?"

"In your dreams."

Song Si Lan let out a cold laugh.

He turned around, his footstep pausing suspiciously for a moment, then strode toward the door as if nothing had happened.

Yu Wu's gaze fixed intently on the pale calf revealed beneath the fluttering hem of his clothes, and he absently rubbed his faintly reddened cheek again—the sting instantly waking him up.

He got out of bed after him.

"I'm serious, you expended so much energy last night, it's not safe for you to drive yourself........"

The worry hidden beneath the teasing words hadn't yet been fully revealed before the person striding quickly ahead suddenly turned his head back.

"Don't you dare."

Yu Wu's voice faltered slightly.

Song Si Lan's eyes slightly reddened, and he spoke through gritted teeth.

"If you dare tell anyone about this, you're done........"

Before Song Si Lan could finish speaking, the door handle behind him suddenly pressed down on its own.

The next second, a soft intake of breath accompanied by the crisp "click" of a camera sounded from behind.

Song Si Lan:........

A strange and awkward silence spread around them. Song Si Lan's brow twitched, and he turned his head to meet—unexpectedly yet not unexpectedly—Ying Huai's smiling expression.

"Morning, Dr. Song."

Ying Huai unapologetically waved his phone at him.

Song Si Lan felt he might lose his temper a third time today.

He took a deep breath: "What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

Ying Huai put away his phone, and with an earnest expression barely suppressing his laughter, spoke.

"I was just—recording the beauty of life."

Song Si Lan:.........