Chai Qianning admired the "masterpiece" she had left on the other person last night, and said in a nostalgic tone, "Hmm, it really does look a lot like when I woke up drunk last time."
“I didn’t do anything to you last time.” Sheng Muxi pulled the blanket up over her shoulders and reached for her undershirt.
"However, when I woke up, I did have some doubts about what you had done to me."
Chai Qianning had no intention of getting up. She lay in bed, only her eyes showing, watching the person next to her put on their clothes.
Sheng Muxi was going to school later, so after washing up, she cooked two breakfasts and went into the bedroom to wake Chai Qianning up, only to find that she was asleep with her eyes closed again.
The person was wrapped tightly in the blanket, with only half their head showing. She lifted a corner of the blanket and called for them to get up and have breakfast.
Chai Qianning only opened her eyes a crack, rubbed against the blanket, and mumbled, "Leave breakfast here for now, I'll eat it later. I don't want to get up so soon."
Fortunately, it was winter, and everyone was bundled up, so the marks on his body weren't visible. Sheng Muxi spent the morning at school and went back home at noon.
She hadn't received a reply to the messages she sent to Chai Qianning, so she knew the other person was still sleeping.
The living room was quiet, and breakfast was still in the kitchen. I opened the door to the bedroom, where the curtains were not yet drawn, and there was a warm and peaceful atmosphere.
She went over and called out to Chai Qianning, "Why are you still asleep!"
Chai Qianning lazily rubbed her eyes. She wasn't actually sleepy; she just didn't want to get up. Winter blankets were so comforting; she wished she could stay snuggled in them 24/7.
"Why are you back at noon?"
"I don't have any classes this afternoon, I'll go over there again tonight."
Sheng Muxi went to draw the curtains, and the room finally felt like daytime. Chai Qianning half-closed her eyes and covered her face with the blanket.
"Don't you usually have anything to do?"
"What could possibly happen?" Chai Qianning replied from under the covers.
Sheng Muxi turned her head: "Aren't you going to manage your shops at all? Are you just letting them run themselves?"
"But there are always people to manage things for me. Being a boss isn't easy, so why be a boss, right?"
"You're so good at talking. Get up quickly, I need to make lunch soon." Sheng Muxi sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket off her face.
Chai Qianning rolled over and said the same thing again: "Get up later."
The so-called "later" is of unknown duration, just like when she said she would eat breakfast later in the morning, but ended up sleeping until noon.
Sheng Muxi didn't believe her story.
"You haven't had breakfast yet, you absolutely have to have lunch." Sheng Muxi pinched the corner of the blanket with her fingers and "threatened" her: "Are you getting up or not? If you don't, I'll pull off your blanket."
"I won't." Chai Qianning said firmly.
"Okay." With that, Sheng Muxi went to lift her blanket.
A few wisps of air slipped into the blankets, and Chai Qianning quickly covered herself up tighter: "I'm not wearing any clothes..."
However, before she could grab the blanket covering her, Sheng Muxi yanked it off.
"Ugh...you woman, you're such a scoundrel! I just slept a little longer!" Chai Qianning put on her dramatic act, wrapping her arms around herself.
Sheng Muxi: "..."
Her gaze swept over the other person's fair shoulders. She coughed lightly a few times, pulled the blanket back over the other person, and patted it down: "Why aren't you wearing underwear?"
"How can I get dressed if I haven't gotten up yet?" Chai Qianning had a valid reason.
While Sheng Muxi was cooking, Chai Qianning finally managed to get out of bed after much procrastination.
After dinner, Chai Qianning volunteered to wash the dishes. However, whether it was because she had slept too long, was not fully awake, or was distracted, or for some other reason, she lost her grip on the dishes while washing them, and a plate fell off the counter with a loud crash, leaving a pile of broken pieces on the kitchen floor.
Upon hearing the commotion, Sheng Muxi rushed over and took her hand, asking, "Are you alright?"
"I wasn't injured, I just accidentally lost my grip on the plate."
She reached for a broom to sweep, but Sheng Muxi snatched the tools from her hand and pushed her into the living room, saying, "I'll take care of these. You rest and don't get hurt."
"I'm not that delicate."
"No, you go back to the living room and stay there. I'll wash the dishes."
Under Sheng Muxi's insistence, Chai Qianning had no choice but to continue being lazy: "Teacher Sheng, you're only making me lazier." Chai Qianning leaned against the door frame of the kitchen sliding door, watching Sheng Muxi's back as he stood at the sink.
For some reason, Sheng Muxi glanced at her and said, "You are quite diligent in some ways."
For example, thinking back to last night, this person, for no reason at all, went and researched some new positions.
The unspeakable scene involuntarily surfaced in her mind, and Sheng Muxi bit her lip to forcefully interrupt her thoughts.
Chai Qianning interpreted it as meaning: "Oh, I understand. You're telling me to keep up the good work tonight. I understand, I understand. I will continue to work hard and strive to be more diligent in the future."
".."
That's not what she meant!
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In the evening, Sheng Muxi was supervising evening self-study at school, and the students below were restless. Because there was too much homework, everyone seemed quite busy, some flipping through books and papers, and pens scratching on paper. But there were always a few students who were either asleep or on their way to sleep.
Some students like to pile their books high on their desks so they can do a lot of small things. Sheng Muxi stopped writing, looked up and scanned the room. She saw a student in the back row standing up with his textbooks, his head completely hidden by the pile of books.
She put down her pen, stood up and walked off the podium. Some students straightened their backs instantly, and there was a sound of chairs being pulled out.
His gaze shifted to the side, landing on a girl with her hair tied in a ponytail.
Chai Shuqing propped her head up with one hand and twirled a pen in the other, deep in thought as she stared at one of the questions on a test paper spread out on the table.
It's easy to catch a cold in this weather. Chai Shuqing's nose was red, and she had to pull out a tissue to wipe her nose every now and then. The frequent runny nose made it hard for her to concentrate. The plastic bag hanging on the table was full of wads of white tissues.
Sheng Muxi walked back to the podium, picked up a bag of medicine and a pink thermos, and gently placed them on Chai Shuqing's desk, saying softly, "Your sister gave these to you."
After a moment of stunned silence, Chai Shuqing put the medicine and thermos into the drawer of her desk. No one noticed this except for Chai Shuqing's deskmate.
The classmate, very curious, leaned over and whispered, "Teacher Sheng brought you medicine; how thoughtful of her."
“My sister asked Teacher Sheng to give it to me,” Chai Shuqing said in a low voice.
"Oh." My deskmate's eyelashes fluttered. "But how did your sister know you had a cold, and how did she know our class's water dispenser was broken?"
“I told her.”
"Your sister's at school?"
Chai Shuqing hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
At this age, everything seems interesting as long as there's no homework. My deskmate then said, "But why wasn't it left in the guardhouse? How was your sister able to get the medicine to Teacher Sheng?"
Chai Shuqing: "..."
Faced with a barrage of questions, Chai Shuqing couldn't very well say that Teacher Sheng and her sister were already living together.
So she chose a middle ground answer: "Would you believe me if I said that Teacher Sheng and my sister live in the same neighborhood?"
"I believe you." His deskmate clicked his tongue and exclaimed, "Then you'll be on edge every time you go home."
"Yeah, that's why I'm not going back to my sister's."
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During the last evening self-study session, Sheng Muxi returned to her office. She had just sat down in her chair when her phone received a message from Chai Qianning: "[What time are you coming back tonight?]"
Sheng Muxi: [Same as yesterday.]
Chai Qianning: [Okay.] [3 kisses]
Sheng Muxi stared at the message for a while, not understanding why an extra number 3 was added after "kiss". It might be a typo or a slip of the hand. But Sheng Muxi also felt that the other party meant to say "kiss x3" and had omitted the x.
To express her love even more passionately, Sheng Muxi replied with a kiss emoji.
Yes, twice as many kisses as the other person.
She put down her phone with satisfaction.
A few minutes later, she received a "hahahahaha" emoji from Chai Qianning.
Now she was confused again and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Chai Qianning: [Your 6...]
Sheng Muxi: [What's wrong with 6? Didn't you type 3?]
Chai Qianning: [My "3" doesn't mean that.]
Sheng Muxi thought for a moment: "Doesn't it represent three kisses? What else could it mean?"
Chai Qianning: [I'll tell you when you come back.]
It was quite late when Sheng Muxi got home from school. After taking a shower, Chai Qianning, who was nestled on the sofa, hugged her.
Sheng Muxi remembered what happened on WeChat: "You still haven't told me what that 3 means?"
"It means kiss, a kiss emoji. I used a picture and text combination to express it, and you just sent me a 6..." Chai Qianning's eyes curved into crescents, as if she found the other person's behavior too cute, and she couldn't help but let out a happy laugh.
"expression?"
That's clearly just a number.
Sheng Muxi didn't react for a moment, staring at the other person's face so close to hers: "Why is it an expression?"
“Let me demonstrate for you,” Chai Qianning said, pouting her lips so close to Sheng Muxi’s. She tilted her head slightly and pointed to her own lips: “Look, doesn’t it look a bit like mine?”
Oh, okay.
Sheng Muxi would never have made that connection.
Chai Qianning pouted and gave her a quick kiss, then turned and reached for the plastic bag on the shelf: "I bought you medicine."
"Medicine?" Sheng Muxi asked, puzzled. "Why would you buy me medicine? I don't have a cold."
Chai Qianning lowered her gaze thoughtfully: "Do you really not need any medicine on your body?"
Chapter 49 The Truth
Actually, Sheng Muxi didn't feel any discomfort, except that when she took a shower, she could still see the traces left from last night.
Her gaze swept lightly over the bag of ointment.
Actually, it doesn't really matter whether you apply it or not.