﻿Jiong Jiong You Yao

At age 3, she knew who she wanted to marry. At age 10, she gave away her first kiss. At age 20, she became his personal bodyguard. For her childhood best friend to still run away after all this, what was the point of her learning marital art all these years? The saddest thing to come out of all this was the fact that she was the one feeling burdened all this time…
Five years later. 
“Mommy! How come I am so cute but I do not have a daddy?”
“How should I know? Go ask your daddy!”
Xia Yuxun watched the newly married couple through the TV screen and answered without looking back. 
Half an hour later, at the live wedding that was being broadcasted, a crying child was grabbing onto the groom’s leg and screaming “daddy”. The man stared at the miniature version of himself and asked, “Where’s your mommy?”
Xia Yuxun, who was watching this live show gulped, “You brat, you are digging your mom a hole!”


My Boy Finally Say Yes to Me

"How can you make so much noise even when you sleep?"


Leng Sichen frowned, grasping her mischievous hand, and exhaustedly closed his eyes again, resting his chin on the top of her head, "Settle down, no more disturbances, it's still early, let's sleep a bit longer…"


Xia Yuxun foolishly allowed him to hold her as she fell asleep again, her facial expression completely stiff.


Her brain turned sluggishly, and after a while, she finally remembered what had happened yesterday. She had been trapped in an elevator, and then… it was he who had rescued her…


Dark shadows hung under his eyes, and when her chin touched his, she could feel the dense stubble. He must have been exhausted yesterday!


She remembered when she was seven, falling into a pit in the woods behind the hill, and it was also he who found her and carried her all the way to the hospital.


Why does it always have to be such silly incidents, and why is it always her causing him trouble?


She had been trying so hard to be able to help him, to stand by his side, but all she had brought him was annoyance, no wonder he disdained her.


"Don't be so stiff, like hugging a log, relax a bit!" Leng Sichen's dissatisfied voice came from above, accompanied by his warm breath.


"Uh… Oh…" Xia Yuxun took deep breaths, trying to relax.


Please! Suddenly being held in the arms and sharing a bed with the man she had fantasized about for over twenty years, how could she relax!


"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Leng Sichen continued to rest with his eyes closed, reaching out to touch her forehead.


"I'm fine now…" Xia Yuxun responded weakly.


"You had a fever last night," Leng Sichen said.


"Sorry for causing you trouble…" Xia Yuxun mumbled.


Damn! Why can't he be a bit more irritable? Even yelling at her would feel more familiar, this sudden change was so hard to get used to, yet so dearly missed…


His breath, his heartbeat, his warmth, everything about him made Xia Yuxun increasingly tense, causing her to unconsciously twist the fabric in her hands vigorously.


Leng Sichen sighed lightly and slowly unfolded her fingers.


Xia Yuxun, looking puzzled, raised her head to look at him.


"You're about to tear the clothes, didn't you tire yourself out from all the fuss last night?" Leng Sichen sighed lightly.


Xia Yuxun then realized that she had been clutching his clothes all along, and hearing his ambiguous statement made her face immediately flush red.


Leng Sichen's lips curled slightly, his handsome face slowly leaned closer to hers.


Xia Yuxun blinked frantically, "What are you doing?"


"Here!" she responded neurotically, immediately regretting her answer afterward.


She shrank and shrank, trying hard to burrow into the blanket…


"Don't tell me you're feeling shy?" Leng Sichen propped himself up on his elbow, inching closer.


"I'm telling you, I'm not shy!" she had already shrunk so only her eyes were visible above the blanket.


"Xia Yuxun, you're getting more and more cowardly!" Leng Sichen scoffed lightly.


"That's outright slander!" Xia Yuxun hated it most when someone said she was cowardly.


Leng Sichen raised an eyebrow, "Slander? Who was the one being handsy with me just now?"


Xia Yuxun's face turned red with anger as she retorted, "That has nothing to do with me being handsy with you! No, that's not right, I didn't 'hand' anything!"


Why does this situation feel so familiar, so intimate?


When others wake up next to a handsome man, it's always tender and romantic, but why does the plot always flip when it comes to her, both questioning aggressively if she had taken advantage of them…


Why is her life always such a tragedy…


Chapter 29: Like Holding a Block of Wood