Zhu Yi

It was by pure chance that Wen Yifan became housemates with Sang Yan, whom she had rejected during high school.

Normally, they lived their lives separately, as if they were two strangers living under the same roof.

But the peace was disrupted one morning.

The night before, Wen Yifan was still sleeping in her room, but she found herself waking in Sang Yan’s bed the next day.

Aware that she sleepwalked from time to time, Wen Yifan could only apologize and put it away as her fault. However, when the situation repeated again and again, she tried to suggest locking his door before he heads to sleep…

Sang Yan dismissed the idea, saying, “You’d just pick the lock.”

Wen Yifan tried her best to keep her composure. “Why in the world would I be able to do that?”

“Well…” Sang Yan lifted his eyes and drawled, “is there anything you wouldn’t do to climb onto my bed?”

After an awkward pause, Wen Yifan smiled. “OK, then go ahead and try.”

Now that caught Sang Yan by surprise.

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This scene in the show too was so funny lololol. 

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Suddenly, Sang Yan grabbed a boy’s collar and dragged him in front of Wei Yifan: “Apologize.”

Wei Yifan was stunned for a moment, thinking he was asking her to apologize.

Seeing him looking so intimidating and ready to hit someone at any moment, she lost all her backbone. Even though she didn’t feel she had done anything wrong, she very diplomatically said, “I’m sorry.”

“…” Sang Yan’s temple twitched, “I didn’t ask you to apologize.”

The boy he was grabbing by the collar wore glasses and looked terrified.

Can you consider the actual situation? What do you mean she saw someone better than me and dumped me?” Saying this, Sang Yan suddenly glanced at Wei Yifan, “If there was a situation where I persistently pursued someone—”

Sang Yan’s face was half-backlit, his expression as arrogant as ever.

“They could only be completely infatuated with me, understand?”

Su Hao’an inexplicably had an illusion.

It seemed as if someone had shattered them.

Given their previous dynamic, it was nearly impossible for him to call her name. This made Wen Yifan even more certain that something was wrong, prompting her to stand up and walk over immediately.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, she saw that Sang Yan was still holding the packaging for the noodles, but it was already empty. His movements were somewhat stiff as he stared at the boiling pot, clearly having dumped the entire package of noodles in.

A few seconds later, Sang Yan looked up, his expression blank as he said, “I boiled too much.”

He cast his eyes downward, tossing the empty packaging into the nearby trash bin, seemingly without a second thought.

When she looked up, she happened to meet Sang Yan’s inscrutable gaze.

“…” Wen Yifan swallowed the soup and politely complimented, “These noodles you cooked are quite tasty.”

“Your expression,” Sang Yan hadn’t touched his chopsticks yet and spoke leisurely, “I thought I had just put some poison in the noodles.”

“…” Wen Yifan said, “I just never imagined you cooking anything.”

Sang Yan chuckled lightly, his tone both puzzled and arrogant: “Is there anything I can’t do?”

Wen Yifan sincerely replied: “Aren’t there quite a few things?”

Sang Yan raised an eyebrow: “Such as?”

“For example,” Wen Yifan thought for a moment, “cooking a single portion of noodles.”

He raised an eyebrow and draped the towel over his neck: “What are you doing?”

Wen Yifan didn’t speak, walking towards him.

“You come out right after I finished showering? No need to be so purposeful,” Sang Yan looked down at her, his tone teasing, “Want to see a handsome man come—”

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Yifan suddenly reached out and hugged him.

Sang Yan stared at her, suddenly chuckling: “Wen Yifan, are you here to take the college entrance exam at the supermarket?”

“…” Wen Yifan was at a loss for words.

“You could spend half a year calculating these numbers,” Sang Yan pulled out his phone to check the time, drawing, “It’s almost 9 PM, I’m afraid you’ll turn in a blank paper. How about I take the exam for you this time?”

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, tapping his knuckles on the nearby toilet paper twice, seemingly helpfully providing the answer.

“The 10-roll pack is more cost-effective.”

Wen Yifan glanced at him and recalled his earlier reaction, piecing it together. “Are you scared?”

Noticing he remained silent, Wen Yifan didn’t press further and turned to walk inside.

Sang Yan spoke up again. “Alright, Wen Yifan.”

She turned back for the third time to see him patting the spot next to him, lazily tilting his head. “Sit down.”

Sang Yan’s lips curled slightly as he sat up straight, calmly pouring himself a glass of water. Then, he looked up slightly, very patiently telling her: “There was one more time.”

“Then,” Wen Yifan had a bad feeling, hesitantly asking, “What did I do that time?”

“What did you do,” Sang Yan drawled as if trying to remember, “Let me think—”

Thinking it needed such a long time to recall, it probably wasn’t anything major.

After a long while, Sang Yan finally said: “Ah, I remember now.”

Sang Yan stared at her thoughtfully: “You suddenly ran out and hugged me.”

Wen Yifan’s expression froze, completely unable to believe her ears: “Hm? What?”

She thought this was already a shocking revelation.

Little did she know there was something even harder to accept waiting for her.

Sang Yan raised an eyebrow, casually adding: “You also kissed me once.”

But after a few steps, Sang Yan’s body swayed slightly, suddenly grabbing her arm as if trying to steady himself.

Wen Yifan turned her head: “What’s wrong?”

Sang Yan didn’t let go, slowly uttering a word: “Dizzy.”

Hearing this, Wen Yifan looked at his face. It seemed no different from usual. His eyes were dark yet bright as if reflecting the streetlights. She didn’t understand what was wrong with him and asked: “What’s the matter?”

“Can’t stand steady,” Sang Yan looked at Wen Yifan, emphasizing his words, “Need someone to support me.”

Wen Yifan hesitantly walked back in front of him, just happening to catch a faint smell of alcohol: “Did you drink?”

Wen Yifan felt this wasn’t good: “Why are you drinking alcohol as a high school student?”

“Grabbed the wrong one, they’re all red cans,” Sang Yan said, “Thought it was cola.”

“Oh.” Wen Yifan didn’t know how to handle this. After thinking for a moment, she suggested, “Then should I call Su Hao’an to come down and get you? Or you could call your parents—”

Sang Yan interrupted her: “I don’t like troubling people.”

“Then you,” Wen Yifan thought for a moment, pointing to the nearby steps, “Why don’t you sit down and clear your head for a bit?”

She finished her suggestion slowly: “And I’ll head home first?”

Unsure whether to be angry or amused, Sang Yan stared straight at her. Seeming somewhat frustrated, after a long moment, he waved his hand at her.

Given these words, Wen Yifan walked towards McDonald’s again. Soon, she turned back and saw that Sang Yan had indeed sat down on those steps. He sat loosely, his black hair falling over his forehead, head lowered, his eyes and brows hidden from view.

He looked like a pitiful homeless person.

Wen Yifan turned her gaze away and continued walking forward.

Not long after, she stopped again, sighed, and walked back in front of him.

Sang Yan didn’t even lift his eyes, carelessly making an “Ah” sound as a response.

Never having encountered such a situation, Wen Yifan was at a loss. She could barely take care of herself, let alone others. She could only say, “Can you walk? Shall I take you to the bus stop?”

The next moment, Sang Yan raised his head, paused for a few seconds, then reached out to her.

Wen Yifan licked her lips, grasped his wrist, and exerted force, trying to pull him up.

Wen Yifan felt a bit frustrated and half-squatted down: “I’ll go up and call Su Hao’an to come down.”

Sang Yan looked at her calmly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing: “Can’t you use a bit more strength?”

“I can’t drag you, you’re too heavy,” Wen Yifan said, pulling him again, “See—”

Before she could finish, this time Sang Yan stood up extremely easily.

Sang Yan stood in place and continued to command: “Let’s go, to the bus stop.”

Wen Yifan felt something was odd, but couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She could only say dryly, “How should I support you?”

Sang Yan thought for a moment: “Let me lean on your shoulder.”

Recalling how she had struggled to pull him up earlier, Wen Yifan was reluctant. Fearing he would put all his weight on her and crush her completely, she said, “Can’t I just hold your arm?”

Sang Yan smiled: “Then can you hold both arms?”

Wen Yifan didn’t understand: “How can I hold both sides?”

She imagined the posture, feeling it was no different from an embrace.

“Only supporting one side,” Sang Yan smirked, “I’m unsteady on the other side.”

Wen Yifan considered for a good while before reluctantly accepting. Thinking the distance wasn’t too far, she gritted her teeth and decided to go through with it. Leaving such a drunk person here didn’t seem right either.

She moved closer: “Alright, lean on me.”

When saying it, Sang Yan seemed matter-of-fact, reaching the height of shamelessness. But when it came to action, he became hesitant, taking a long time to raise his arm.

In the end, Wen Yifan grew impatient and directly lifted his right arm to place it on her shoulder.

Whether it was Wen Yifan’s imagination or not, Sang Yan’s body seemed to stiffen slightly. Subsequently, contrary to her expectations, no boulder-like weight pressed down on her.

She unconsciously glanced at his face a few times.

Suddenly, Wen Yifan felt Sang Yan’s body tremble slightly as if he couldn’t hold back anymore, and he let out a low laugh. She looked up, her gaze fixed on the dimple at the corner of his lips, then moving up to meet his eyes.

He laughed to himself, his shallow breath faintly brushing against her neck.

He looked like he was in a drunken frenzy, and Wen Yifan asked bewilderedly, “What are you laughing at?”

Sang Yan was still laughing: “Nothing.”

“…” She looked at him strangely, continuing to support him forward.

As they approached the bus stop, Sang Yan suddenly called out to her: “Wen Shuangjiang.”

“I remembered wrong earlier.” Sang Yan tugged at the corner of his mouth, dragging out his words, returning to his usual infuriating demeanor, “What I drank tonight was just cola.”

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