Song Xi did not believe it was a thief, as Haiyue Mountain Mansion was known for its top-tier security. Therefore, it could only be...
"Snap—"
The light overhead turned on. When Song Xi opened her eyes again, Lou Yuming was standing in the bedroom, loosening his tie.
He glanced at her, said, "Still awake?" and continued with what he was doing.
Song Xi hadn't seen him for several days. His face looked a bit weary. After taking off his suit jacket, he went to the bathroom, and the sound of the shower followed.
Song Xi pursed her lips, went to the kitchen to boil a kettle of water, and returned to find him already out of the bathroom.
He wore a black bathrobe loosely, tied casually at the waist. He sat on the sofa, drying his hair, a faint gloom clouding his features.
Song Xi walked over and handed him the cup.
He lifted his eyelids slightly, his voice a little hoarse, "No need."
Song Xi reached out to feel his forehead, but to her surprise, he dodged.
Song Xi frowned, took a step forward, and placed her palm directly on his forehead. Indeed.
"You have a fever."
Lou Yuming brushed her hand away, remaining silent.
Song Xi said nothing, gave him a deep look, then turned to the kitchen to find a packet of Ganmaoling. After preparing it, she returned to the bedroom only to find him already lying in bed.
Song Xi walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at his pale face, saying, "Get up."
Lou Yuming kept his eyes closed, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.
Song Xi directly pulled him, her voice raised, "Get up!"
He seemed impatient, but perhaps due to his illness, he lacked the strength. He could only manage to utter two words.
"Don't mess around."
Song Xi got angry, "Who's messing around? You're sick and not going to the hospital, you didn't dry your hair after showering, and now you're throwing a tantrum at me!"
She was indeed a bit noisy at this moment.
Lou Yuming draped an arm over his eyes, weakly saying, "What do you want then?"
"Drink your medicine, dry your hair! Otherwise, get out!"
He seemed to be considering which of these options best suited his current predicament. After a while, he slowly got up.
His complexion was terrifying now, as if he were about to kill someone, his dark eyes radiating a chilling aura.
Song Xi was not afraid of him; the sick Lou Yuming was nothing more than a paper tiger.
He reached out his hand, and Song Xi handed him the cup. She felt relieved only after watching him drink it all.
She placed the cup on the bedside table and turned to say, "I'll get the hairdryer."
Song Xi searched for a long time. When she finally found it, she saw Lou Yuming still sitting obediently on the bed, motionless. She inexplicably found him a bit endearingly dazed.
"Asleep?"
Lou Yuming slowly opened his eyes, his pupils filled with redness. He said stubbornly, "...No."
Song Xi curved her lips, pressed the switch, and the "swish-swish" sound filled the bedroom.
His hair was softer than she had imagined.
After drying it, Song Xi placed the hairdryer on the table.
From behind her, he suddenly asked, "Can I sleep now?"
Song Xi felt that he seemed cuter when he was sick.
She nodded, "Yes, cover yourself with the blanket."
Lou Yuming lay down in bed and, true to his word, pulled the blanket over himself.
At two in the morning, Song Xi was woken by the ringing of a phone.
She glanced at Lou Yuming on the bed and reached out to feel his forehead. His fever seemed to have subsided.
Yawning, she followed the sound of the ring to find his phone. The caller ID had no name, only a phone number.
As Song Xi hesitated whether to answer, the caller hung up.
She let out a sigh of relief, but the next second, the call came again.
The man on the bed frowned and turned over. Fearing she might wake him, Song Xi walked to the living room and answered the call.
"Yu...ming, where are you? I'm drunk. Can you come and pick me up?"