Chapter 133

Huo Jingcheng's natural tone gave Su Ruoyun a momentary illusion: was this her room, or his room?

"..." Su Ruoyun.

Su Ruoyun prepared to climb onto the bed to sleep, taking off her indoor slippers next to the bed-end stool, standing barefoot on the cold tile. The icy feeling spread from bottom to top, and her figure swayed involuntarily, as if she couldn't stand steadily.

She lightly stepped one foot on the back of the other, bit her lip, and squeezed out a sentence: "There are still many rooms on the second floor here."

Just now, the servant had led her to see the entire second floor; there were many spare rooms, not just this one.

Huo Jingcheng acted as if he didn't hear the implication of her words, looking at her with an innocent and confused expression, his eyes clear, asking in return in a flat tone: "So?"

Immediately, he raised his hand and placed the exquisitely bound English translation of "The Red and the Black" in his hand onto the nightstand, making a faint thud.

With his arms crossed and his body leaning back slightly, his jawline drawing a sharp arc in the air, Huo Jingcheng looked at her with great interest.

Su Ruoyun was choked by his words, staring at him for a while. "So... so you go sleep in other rooms."

"The other rooms don't have beds made." Huo Jingcheng refuted her unhurriedly, his tone flat.

During Su Ruoyun's bath, the servant had long since tidied up the large bed in her room, changing it into clean sheets and a duvet cover—a light pink floral series.

Huo Jingcheng had no other instructions, so the servants naturally assumed they were sleeping in the same room, and therefore didn't tidy up the other rooms.

There was an alarm clock on the nightstand, and it was already 10:15 at night. Su Ruoyun had originally wanted to say "let the servant tidy up another one for you," but looking at the time, she dismissed the idea, feeling embarrassed to disturb the servant's rest again.

Seeing that she couldn't change the situation and understanding that Huo Jingcheng was deliberately "teasing" her, Su Ruoyun gave up.

Facing the man's deep gaze, she began a new action, lifting her knees and slowly climbing onto the bed from the foot of the bed, using her hands and feet to cross the retro, exquisite bed-end stool.

She climbed a bit, then stopped for a second. Finally, unable to bear Huo Jingcheng's burning gaze, Su Ruoyun reached out and pulled the thin quilt next to her, covering her head with it, and then continued to climb using her hands and feet. The whole process looked somewhat comical, but also had a different kind of cuteness.

Huo Jingcheng was amused by her actions, his thin lips curling into a smile, his chest heaving slightly, and a smile overflowing in his eyes.

Su Ruoyun, covered by the quilt, couldn't distinguish the specific location and could only rely on her own feelings. As a result, she wasn't careful, climbed too far, and bumped her head against the headboard cushion.

Fortunately, the cushion was leather, and with a quilt on her head, it had a certain elasticity and cushioning force. It didn't hurt much when she bumped into it, but Su Ruoyun, receiving the reaction force, instantly lost her balance and fell heavily backward onto the soft bed.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng hurriedly reached out, his distinct long fingers hooking a corner of the thin quilt, and was about to pull the quilt off her head. "Does it hurt?"

But because Su Ruoyun was clutching the corner of the quilt tightly inside, the quilt remained steadily on her head and couldn't be easily pulled off.

Huo Jingcheng didn't dwell on it too much, naturally releasing his force, watching the little quilt-person, and asked again: "Does it hurt?"

Su Ruoyun, with a quilt on her head like a bridal veil, shook her head, and the quilt corners scattered around swayed along with it.

Inside the quilt, she raised her hand to touch her forehead. There was a place that was slightly sunken, and it still hurt a little when touched. Feeling like she had lost face, she didn't want to come out from under the quilt.

Just then, taking advantage of her not paying attention, Huo Jingcheng was quick with his hands. Like lifting a bridal veil, he lifted the entire quilt, and the thin quilt slid naturally to the carpet, piling up like a mountain.

Su Ruoyun was unprepared. Suddenly, her vision brightened. She opened her eyes wide, looked in the direction the quilt was lifted, and reached out to grab the quilt back, but her hands were empty. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a shadow—the quilt hitting the floor.

Su Ruoyun: "..."

She leaned over again, self-deceptively grabbing the quilt from the carpet and covering her head with it again.

For a long time, the room was silent.

Su Ruoyun tentatively opened her eyelids, peeking out through a tiny slit in the thin quilt, and Huo Jingcheng's gaze, which was waiting for her, met her eyes perfectly.

"Aren't you hot?"

Su Ruoyun's fair cheeks were clearly flushed. She still held on, feigning composure, and said: "Not hot."

She couldn't tell if her face was red because it was too hot, or because of what Huo Jingcheng had said.

Since she had complete and clear memories, she had never slept in the same bed with another man.

It had come too fast, catching her off guard.

Just as the two were at a stalemate, Huo Jingcheng suddenly straightened his body, his long arms extended, one hand around her back, the other hooking the back of her legs, pulling Su Ruoyun into his arms while simultaneously grabbing the quilt underneath and wrapping it properly around her waist.

He held her firmly in his arms in a side-hugging position. Sensing her stiffness, his large hand stroked her shoulder, his broad palm easily encompassing her slender shoulders, while the other hand pressed against her soft, slender waist.

The woman's entire body was wrapped within his.

"Don't want to sleep in the same bed with me?"

Su Ruoyun's two hands climbed onto his strong, powerful arms. Upon hearing this, she looked up at him with her exquisite face. "If I say I don't want to, can you nimbly roll off the bed?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng lay in the crook of her neck, smiled lightly, and the low laughter echoed in her ears. "Then what will we do after we get married?"

Su Ruoyun wasn't a contrarian, but she didn't want to see Huo Jingcheng so smug right now, so she couldn't help but retort: "Who can guarantee that there will be a marriage in the future?"

As soon as these words were out, Huo Jingcheng's pupils shrank, and a cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes, like a crouching beast instantly locking onto its target prey. The cold aura around him suddenly tightened. "If you don't want to marry me, who do you want to marry?"

"Anyone but you." Su Ruoyun said this, but her body still burrowed into his warm chest, her slightly hot cheeks pressed against his cold silk pajamas to relieve the heat.

Sensing her closeness, Huo Jingcheng's breath deepened, the hand around Su Ruoyun's waist slowly tightening, his thin lips curling into a smile. "Then you're done for, I can only marry you in this life."

"..." Su Ruoyun.

"... Then I'll reluctantly agree." Su Ruoyun pursed her lips, then said nonchalantly, her gaze falling casually on the sofa opposite.

The nightstand lamp emitted an orange light, illuminating a corner of the head of the bed. In this light, Huo Jingcheng narrowed his eyes imperceptibly. "Marrying me, and you still have to be reluctant?"