Yin Caiyu connected her headphones and rolled around on the bed with her phone, not making a sound.
Shen Mochen feverishly wrote at his desk, working on his weekend howork. At first, he was a bit worried, so after getting his phone back, he sneakily checked it, especially the chat history with Catherine, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he felt relieved.
Of course, he didn't rule out the possibility that Yin Caiyu might have deleted the chat history, but he thought that was unlikely. If sothing significant had been discussed, would she be acting like this?
Shen Mochen focused on his assignnt, fully engrossed, while Yin Caiyu, without him noticing, had cald down, lying on her side at the head of the bed, silently watching him work, holding her phone in hand.
The corners of her mouth slightly curved, her eyes displaying an indescribable expression, like laughter or tears, joy or sorrow, akin to a silent stream flowing under the moonlight.
"Done!"
After two hours of struggle, Shen Mochen capped his pen, closed his books, stretched back in his chair, and glanced over at Yin Caiyu.
Yin Caiyu held up her phone with a grin, "Wanna play so gas?"
"No, I just finished my howork, but I still have to study!"
Shen Mochen sat up and pulled out a supplentary textbook from the pile next to him. Yin Caiyu showed no signs of intending to honor any reward. Yep, I knew it!
After studying until late into the night, Yin Caiyu yawned behind him, and Shen Mochen closed his textbook.
"Finished studying?" Yin Caiyu asked.
"Yeah."
Shen Mochen took off his headband, went outside to hang the laundry from the washing machine on the balcony, then returned to the bedroom, wheeled out a new comforter from the closet, and got ready for bed.
The apartnt was a small one-bedroom suite with only one bed. When Shen Mochen lived alone, it was fine, but with Yin Caiyu back, they had to squeeze together on one bed.
Of course, Shen Mochen had once proactively offered to sleep on the couch, but she had vetoed the idea, arguing that sleeping on the couch was uncomfortable and that if it bothered Shen Mochen, she would reduce the frequency of her visits.
Shen Mochen didn't insist further. Given their relationship, sharing a bed wasn't a big deal; they just slept on their own sides, each with their own comforter.
"Hey, move your leg!"
Shen Mochen threw the comforter on the bed and peeled apart Yin Caiyu's legs that were stretched across it, beginning to make the bed.
Each had their own comforter, Yin Caiyu at the head of the bed, and Shen Mochen at the foot. Fortunately, the bed wasn't small, so it wasn't cramped.
"Turn off the light!"
Shen Mochen got under the covers and, from the other side of the comforter, tapped her leg.
"Turn it off yourself!"
Yin Caiyu stretched one hand inside her shirt, pulled out her bra, and tossed it aside. With her other hand holding her phone, she giggled from ti to ti as she looked at sothing.
"The switch is on your side!"
"Then you sleep on this side."
"What?"
"I'll let you sleep next to tonight!"
"Big deal, like I care!"
Despite his words, Shen Mochen still tossed his pillow her way.
He turned over to the head of the bed, reached out to turn off the light, and then lay down beside Yin Caiyu, closing his eyes.
As Yin Caiyu continued scrolling on her phone, she murmured, "Now that you're sleeping on this side, I can rest easy. Otherwise, I'd really be worried you'd ss with my feet at night!"
Shen Mochen's cheeks twitched.
Who'd want to play with your stinky feet, so gross and annoying!
Shen Mochen closed his eyes to sleep, the scent of roses and a waft of red wine near the pillow.
He reached under the pillow and found the source of the fragrance—Yin Caiyu's freshly removed bra.
"Take it back, don't keep it here," Shen Mochen flung the bra onto Yin Caiyu's face.
"Oh gosh, are you trying to kill !?"
Yin Caiyu, having been suddenly hit by her own bra, was startled and quickly started hitting Shen Mochen once she recovered.
Shen Mochen imdiately curled up under the covers, allowing the other's punches to land on the blankets, which didn't hurt or itch, and he snickered smugly.
The two horsed around for a while, and Shen Mochen crawled out, speaking in the dark night without looking at phones, chatting with their eyes closed.
"Speaking of which, I've been having this dream lately." Shen Mochen, slling the faint rose scent of the girl next to him, said gently.
"What dream, dreaming that we won the lottery?" Yin Caiyu asked with a laugh.
"No, I dread of another world, similar to ours."
"Oh, then tell about it..."
"There's not much to say, really. Aside from the international situation and the systems, the two worlds are quite similar. But the dream felt so real, sotis when I wake up, I can't tell which world is the real one."
"Whichever side has your sister, that is the real one!"
"Mm, but that world has a fable called Zhuangzi Dreaming of the Butterfly, about a person who dreams of turning into a butterfly, and upon waking, can't tell if they were a butterfly dreaming of being themselves or themselves dreaming of being a butterfly..."
"Don't let your thoughts run wild!"
Yin Caiyu reached out and smacked Shen Mochen, but since her eyes were closed, her slap only hit Shen Mochen's ear.
"Dammit!"
Shen Mochen suddenly cursed.
"Did that hurt?"
"No, I just suddenly rembered, I also dread about a jerk nad Su Mo!"
"What did he do?" Yin Caiyu asked.
Shen Mochen fell silent, this damned jerk actually had seven wives, each beautiful as flowers, damn envy-worthy... despicable!
He's the scum of n!
"He's a playboy, flirting with girls everywhere, tricking many girls into having children for him. I despise him!" Shen Mochen spat hatefully in disgust towards such a playboy.
"It sounds like you might be jealous of him?"
"How could that be, I can't coexist under the sa sky with a scumbag!"
"Really?"
"Of course! Let's not talk about him anymore!" Shen Mochen awkwardly changed the subject, "Speaking of which, in the world of my dreams there's a poem that includes your and Lotus's nas, like there's so kind of fate."
"Let's hear it."
"The gentleman wishes to pick , my heart longs for the lotus."
"I heard Lotus's na, what about mine?"
"The 'Caiyu' in your na ans '', 'pick ' is 'Caiyu'."
"I see, so what does the poem an?"
"The poem is from 'Songs of the Four Seasons at Midnight,' the original verse is 'Green lotuses cover the pond, lotus blooms are brightly red. The gentleman sees and wishes to pick , my heart longs to hold the lotus,' it roughly ans..."
Shen Mochen was speaking when he turned his head to look at Yin Caiyu, only to see her already smiling at him, her eyes twinkling like stars.
"Why are you always staring at ?" Shen Mochen asked.
"I'm afraid you'll harbor inappropriate thoughts for your sister, gotta watch you until you sleep." Yin Caiyu said.
Shen Mochen clicked his tongue and turned away: "Boring."
Yin Caiyu snorted, "Why turn your back on , feeling guilty?"
So, Shen Mochen turned back around and closed his eyes to sleep. Yin Caiyu smiled while observing his sleeping face, soon hearing his sleeping breaths.
"Ha~"
Yin Caiyu then quietly yawned. She tiptoed into Shen Mochen's covers, sliding in as smoothly as a fish entering a pond, slightly revealing her face.
Tonight's moonlight was beautiful, casting a clear and bright light through the window, as if weaving a gorgeous blanket, gently covering the two of them.
Yin Caiyu laid her head on Shen Mochen's shoulder, gently rubbing against it, her face buried into his shoulder, slling the pleasant scent of the boy.
"Tonight, just for tonight..." she murmured softly.
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