thefictionvixens Chapter 134 Your Turn
Chapter 134 Your Turn
Chapter 135 Your Turn
Bruce is believed to ward off evil spirits and bring wealth. When encountering demons, he will drive them away; when encountering money, he will bring good luck and fortune.
It could completely suppress that little vixen Tao Yao, so why couldn't it suppress that wicked woman?
Logically speaking, that wicked woman could also be considered an evil spirit.
Bruce still has a lot of room for improvement. To be a good worker, you need to be strong yourself. A mature and fierce lucky cat needs to know that it's not enough to just attract money; it needs to learn to earn a million dollars and send it to its owner.
I need to learn to take care of that bad woman myself.
However, it seems impossible for Bruce to lie comfortably in Xia Li's arms and stretch now.
Xia Li touched it very gently.
It's useless.
It's very comfortable.
She was not comfortable at all.
Tao Yao, that idiot, even steals the wrong book. While other families sit neatly together, she can only float around. When someone wants to destroy the world, she can only remain silent.
She floated at the window, unable to get any closer, just like when she met Song Che at the alley entrance, unable to move forward even half a step. She was not herself.
She didn't even know who she was, what the meaning of doing all this was, why she would do these things voluntarily, why she felt so sad that she wanted to cry, or why she had forgotten how to speak.
Who is she?
I floated along on my broomstick until I reached the doorway of another bedroom. The book lay quietly on the bedside table, a few pages of which were open.
Her inner conviction told her she had to get her hands on the book, but she was forbidden from entering this room.
She paced back and forth by the window, struggling to open it, but only the howling wind blew into the bedroom, scattering the pages of her book, one after another, like an echo of fate. When the wind finally stopped, the page number quietly stopped at page ninety-seven.
There are only two teardrops on it.
After finishing my meal, I returned home.
Song Che wondered why a strong wind had suddenly picked up outside. Fortunately, it stopped blowing for a while and then returned to normal. He had thought it was going to rain.
I checked the weather forecast, it's sunny today, no bad weather at all.
However, Xia Li seemed to be in a bad mood.
She suddenly felt a little down.
Although she didn't say a word, Song Che could tell.
From the time we finished eating until we got home, we didn't exchange a single word.
I was staring blankly at that book in my bedroom.
Song Che moved closer and sat on the bed, keeping her company for a while before slowly asking, "Is something on your mind, Xia Li?"
Xia Li looked up from her daze. "—No, I just suddenly remembered what happened before, and I'm a little angry."
"What happened before?"
"Hmm, I don't know why, this memory suddenly popped up." Xia Li closed the book. "I was traveling at the time, and someone tricked me out of gold coins, saying that if I gave him the gold coins, he could take me to the Witch's Death Star."
Song Che didn't know how to comfort her.
Xia Li continued, "After he lied to me, I learned my lesson and was very careful when interacting with others next time. But soon—because of certain things, I left on my own. I traveled for a long time and met many people, but I always felt like I was all alone."
"Loneliness," Song Che began. "It's a feeling of loneliness. They didn't treat you as a true companion, you couldn't feel their sincerity, so you always felt like you were alone."
"—It seems so." Xia Li nodded, seemingly understanding, "Why would I think of these things? It's so strange."
A series of memories came flooding back to Xia Li.
From a century-long journey to finally returning to the dilapidated castle, searching for Song Cheol's grave in the snow.
What she is doing is—
Suddenly, I started to fear Song Che's departure.
She knew this would happen before, but she hadn't thought about it or cared much about it. Subconsciously, she felt that Song Che wouldn't leave, but this thought suddenly popped into her head today.
However, upon closer reflection, that wasn't the reason. She wasn't afraid of Song Che leaving; she understood the situation perfectly well.
This was a sense of panic that inexplicably rose in Xia Li's heart.
She felt she needed to do something to alleviate this sense of panic.
Xia Li began to think to herself.
Song Che taught her many principles and a lot about emotions—she had learned almost everything.
She can understand happiness, sadness, anger, and shyness.
She can understand whether someone likes or dislikes something.
She remembered the hundred years she spent with Song Che, and she knew exactly why she liked Song Che.
Because Song Che is the only person who has always treated her like a human being, she feels very comfortable around him. He is biased towards her and will take care of her. Therefore, Xia Li is very determined in her heart that if she likes something, she likes it.
She felt she understood completely.
But where does this sense of panic come from?
After thinking it over, Xia Li realized that the problem wasn't with her, but with Song Che.
Song Che's recent behavior has made her feel uneasy.
Was Song Che not resolute enough?
Xia Li disagreed.
Does Song Che have someone else on the side?
Xia Li didn't think so, but if he dared to have someone else outside, she really would break his limbs and take care of him for the rest of her life.
Xia Li thought about it again.
She felt that Song Che might think he wasn't like a girl enough.
She doesn't usually smile, doesn't act cute, and doesn't try to be adorable. Unlike Tao Xiang, she's not very likable and is quite different from other girls. But Song Che has never said anything to her or made any demands on her.
Xia Li was confused and didn't know where the problem lay.
Her brows furrowed, and her lips unconsciously pursed.
Just then, she felt someone pat her head and then pat her backside, saying, "You're actually quite cute like this."
She came to her senses and saw Song Che sitting next to her, his arm around hers.
Xia Li suddenly stopped.
The panic disappeared.
Was it because Song Che touched his head?
seems like it.
Song Che let go of her arm. "What are you worried about? You haven't said a word since you got back, and your nose is all wrinkled. Did you learn that from Bruce?"
"No, I suddenly felt a little unwell, but I'm fine now." Xia Li didn't explain further. "You said I looked cute just now, right?"
"Hmm, like a depressed little dog—a little cat." Song Che changed his words, remembering that Xia Li didn't like being called a little dog.
"If I'm no longer cute, will you still like me?"
"Ah." Song Che paused for a moment, then said, "I don't care about that, I definitely like you."
"What if I don't look good anymore?"
"That's alright, I don't care what you look like, as long as it's you."
"————Oh." Xia Li nodded silently, but her thoughts were different from Song Che's.
If one day she becomes unattractive, she will definitely cover her face completely, so that Song Che can't see it.
Xia Li also suffers from anxiety about her appearance.
She was only anxious about Song Che's appearance.
Xia Li's panic hadn't subsided; the symptoms had appeared inexplicably. But thankfully, the solution was simple: all she needed was for Song Che to stay with her.
The wind picked up again outside the window, and the light outside went from bright to dim, and then to completely dark. Clouds covered the sky, and everything returned to silence and darkness in the wind.
Song Che also noticed this problem.
But the problem now is...
It's 2 AM, damn it, are you still not asleep?
"Aren't you sleepy?" Song Che looked at Xia Li, who was clearly not in good spirits.
"I'm not sleepy at all."
"Why don't you take a nap?" Song Che felt like she was about to die from exhaustion. She was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open. She looked exactly like a depressed little dog.
"I—" Xia Li could barely speak.
Song Che put her legs on the bed and got up to turn off the light, but he was pulled back down as soon as he stood up, so he had no choice but to sit down again.
"How about you use your lap as a pillow this time?" Song Che paused, "If you don't mind that my legs aren't fleshy."
Song Che and Xia Li's legs are quite different; one is comfortable to use as a pillow, while the other is useless.
Xia Li didn't say anything.
Without saying anything, Song Che took it as a yes. He sat down against the bed, put Xia Li's head on his lap, and began to coax her to sleep.
Xia Li let him do as he pleased, lying down on her side. Song Che accidentally touched Xia Li's body; it was soft and felt nice to touch.
Damn it.
I'm a little uncomfortable being so close to Xia Li.
Song Che found it hard to remain calm. Looking at Xia Li's face, he couldn't help but want to act like a scoundrel.
After holding back for so long, I feel like any man would have been unable to resist.
However, Xia Li did seem to be falling asleep; she appeared to be lying on my lap, sleeping peacefully.
Song Che couldn't help but restrain himself and didn't do anything out of line. However, he still pinched Xia Li's cheek, and when she didn't react, he pinched her lips.
Well, Xia Li's mouth isn't so hard after all; it's soft too.
That's just how stubborn he is normally.
Xia Li was caught off guard and fell asleep quickly. But you should know that Xia Li is a restless sleeper. She turned over and hugged Song Che's waist, just like Song Che had hugged her before.
Song Che treated it all as a way to cultivate the Mind-Cleansing Mantra.
Women are poison, and lust is the root of all evil.
The key point is, the lights weren't turned off yet.
Damn it.
Xia Li, why are you so restless when you sleep?!
Song Che looked down at the silver head on his lap, feeling like a mouse pinned down by a cat, unable and afraid to move.
Xia Li is asleep, really asleep.
Her breathing became light and even, her chest rising and falling, her eyelashes resting quietly. Her mouth was slightly open, revealing a small section of white teeth, and she would occasionally purse her lips and then smack them.
But her hands didn't fall asleep.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. Her face was buried in his stomach, and his warm breath seeped through his clothes, tickling her.
Song Che took a deep breath, then another, and then yet another.
It's completely useless.
He looked down at that face and the undulating breasts.
I'll touch it; I've touched it before anyway.
She was asleep and didn't know.
Song Che swallowed.
Then he reached out and turned off the lamp on the bedside table.
The room suddenly became much darker. Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a line on the floor.
Song Che breathed a sigh of relief.
If it were darker, it probably wouldn't be so awkward.
Before he could retract his hand, Xia Li moved.
She rolled over, turning her face from his stomach to his waist, her arms still wrapped around him, but tighter. She lifted one leg and placed it on his lap.
Song Che froze.
He's completely locked up now.
He couldn't move his lower body, and he dared not move his upper body either. Xia Li's breathing was right next to his waist, one breath at a time, like the breathing of a small animal.
He looked down at her face.
The moonlight shone on her face, and her brows furrowed slightly before relaxing, as if she were dreaming about something.
Looking at her furrowed brows, Song Che suddenly remembered what she had just said.
"A sense of panic."
She's been in a panic all day.
I've been flustered ever since I came back from dinner. I've been staring blankly at that book, saying strange things and asking strange questions. Things like whether it's good or not, whether it's cute or not, whether she's not girly enough.
What is she afraid of?
Is she afraid he won't want her anymore?
Song Che thought about it and felt that the possibility was unlikely. Xia Li wasn't the kind of person who would worry about this. If she were to worry, it would be the kind of worry where she breaks his limbs and then takes care of him for the rest of her life.
What is she afraid of?
He looked at that sleeping face, at that head of silver hair, at those hands tightly wrapped around his waist.
He suddenly understood.
What she feared was that he feared her.
She was afraid he would change.
Just like the question she asked—"What if I don't look good anymore?"
She wasn't really worried about her looks. She was worried that one day he might not keep his word.
Song Che looked down at the silver head.
He reached out and gently touched her hair.
Her silver hair was soft and cool, slipping through my fingers. She wasn't awake, but her brows had relaxed a little.
He touched it again.
Once, twice, three times.
Like touching the Bruce.
He whispered, "What do I transform into?"
Xia Li didn't react and continued to sleep, but she curled her arms even tighter.
Song Che leaned back against the headboard and stared at the ceiling.
When I was little, I couldn't sleep, so I would just stare at the ceiling. Back then, I would think about what to eat tomorrow, whether I had finished my homework, and why the girl in the next class hadn't come to class today.
Now I'm thinking about when Xia Li will let go, when he'll be able to close the window, and whether his legs will be numb when he wakes up tomorrow morning.
He looked down and glanced at it again.
Xia Li was sleeping soundly.
Her mouth was slightly open, her breathing was light and even, and her face was flushed. Her hands were still wrapped around him, her legs were still draped over him, and she was hanging on him like a koala.
Song Che sighed.
Forget it.
He pulled the pillow over and placed it behind his back, finding a slightly more comfortable position.
A gust of wind picked up outside the window. The curtains swayed gently in the breeze, and the moonlight flickered, casting long shadows on the ground.
He stared at the shadows and suddenly remembered the strong wind he had just experienced.
The weather forecast said it would be sunny today, but the wind was so strong it looked like it was going to rain.
Song Che thought for a moment, then stopped thinking about it and put his hand back on her hair, gently stroking it.
The wind outside the window gradually subsided.
The moon peeked out from behind the clouds, illuminating the entire room.
Xia Li suddenly moved.
She snuggled closer to him, finding a more comfortable position.
Song Che looked down at her.
"Um?"
Xia Li didn't speak, but she loosened her grip a little.
It wasn't that she let go of him; rather, after letting go of him, she moved up a little and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Song Che was stunned.
Now she's clinging to him.
She buried her face in his shoulder, wrapped her arms around his neck, and draped her legs over his, looking like a koala.
He could smell the faint scent of her hair when he looked down, like laundry detergent.
He smiled, rested his chin on the top of her head, and closed his eyes.
The wind stopped.
The moonlight was still.
Song Che leaned against the headboard, letting Xia Li cling to him.
My legs are numb, so be it.
Anyway, she's happy.
He drifted off to sleep, not knowing how much time had passed.
In his dream, someone touched his face.
The next morning, Song Che was woken up by the sunlight.
He opened his eyes and saw Xia Li sitting next to him, watching him.
Her hair was messy, with several silver strands sticking up. Her face still had a rosy glow from just waking up, and her eyes were bright as she looked at him.
Song Che was stunned.
"What time is it?"
Xia Li shook her head.
"have no idea."
Song Che tried to sit up, but he couldn't move his waist.
He looked down and saw that Xia Li's legs were still draped over his.
"you----"
"I didn't move," Xia Li said, "because I didn't want to wake you."
Song Che looked at her.
Her expression was serious; she didn't seem to be lying.
If you don't get away now, your leg will be ruined.