nashuaworldcup Chapter 66 One night together
Chapter 66 One night together
As dawn broke, soft sunlight, like a veil, filtered through the window and gently streamed into the room. Those rays of light, seemingly carrying a mission, silently spread across the bed. Lin Qianqian, still asleep, felt the light gradually intensify before her eyes, involuntarily causing a blinding sensation. In this hazy discomfort, she slowly opened her eyes, her consciousness still teetering on the edge of disorientation.
As her vision cleared slightly, the first thing she saw was Murong Yi's face, so close to hers. Murong Yi was sleeping peacefully, a few strands of hair falling across his smooth forehead. His thick, long eyelashes cast soft shadows beneath his eyelids, and his high, straight nose stood out like a mountain peak, its lines both strong and graceful. His thin lips were slightly pursed, and the contours of his jaw were even more defined in the interplay of light and shadow, exuding a cold and resolute air, yet softened by his peaceful sleep.
Lin Qianqian was instantly struck dumb, her eyes wide open as she stared at the unexpected face before her. Her mind went blank, and she forgot everything around her, with only the rapid beating of her heart in shock remaining, which was particularly clear in the quiet morning.
[Oh my god~ What's going on? How did Murong Yi end up in my bed? Can anyone tell me what happened...? Aaaaaahh ...
Lin Qianqian cried out in her heart, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment, her face showing utter helplessness. She was still immersed in this huge shock and could not come back to her senses for a long time.
Despite being overwhelmed by confusion and panic, Lin Qianqian maintained a calm and composed demeanor on the surface. She slowly closed her eyes, trying to shut out the bewildering scene before taking a deep breath and exhaling gently, her slightly heaving chest revealing the turmoil within her. She pursed her lips slightly, as if to encourage herself, trying to calm her wildly beating heart.
After a moment, she trembled slightly as she reached out her small hand. Her fair fingertips paused briefly in the air before slowly touching Murong Yi's face. Her movements were as gentle as if she were handling the most precious treasure in the world. Her fingertips lightly glided across his skin, trying to truly feel his warmth. It was as if only in this way could she confirm that what was happening before her was not a dream, but a real situation, and that she could find a sense of peace and answer in this chaotic world.
"What are you doing!" A deep, cold rebuke suddenly rang out, like a thunderclap exploding in the quiet room. Murong Yi abruptly opened her eyes, her deep eyes still carrying a hint of sleepiness and displeasure, her brows furrowed into a deep frown, her gaze fixed intently on Lin Qianqian.
Lin Qianqian was startled by the sudden shout, her face paling instantly. Her heart skipped a beat, and her small hand, which had been reaching out to touch Murong Yi's face, froze awkwardly in mid-air, unsure whether to go forward or back. Her mind went blank; she could only instinctively try to think of a suitable excuse to defuse this utterly embarrassing situation. For a moment, the entire room was enveloped in an incredibly awkward atmosphere.
Just then, the door was gently pushed open, and Xiaodie walked in as usual, calling out habitually, "Miss..." However, her words stopped abruptly the moment she saw the scene before her. The two people on the bed were in an ambiguous position, tightly embracing each other. The sight made Xiaodie freeze on the spot, feeling as if she were an abrupt intruder, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.
She gave an awkward, forced smile, then quickly turned to leave. Before exiting, she called out loudly, "This servant didn't see anything, I apologize for disturbing Your Highness and Princess." However, the slight upturn of her lips and the barely concealed chuckle betrayed her mischievous and gossipy nature.
Murong Yi reacted as if burned, instantly releasing his arms and hurriedly getting out of bed, his movements somewhat flustered. After taking a few quick steps, he suddenly stopped, raising his hand to his forehead in an attempt to hide the embarrassment on his face.
Lin Qianqian sat on the bed, her expression extremely unnatural, her eyes slightly daring away, not daring to look directly ahead.
At this moment, Murong Yi, with his back to her, cleared his throat and explained, "Well... when you fell asleep last night, you probably had a nightmare and talked in your sleep, and your emotions were extremely unstable. Seeing you like that, I was worried, so... I thought of comforting you, so..." He stammered, his voice growing softer and softer until he almost lost his voice, and a slight blush crept onto his cheeks, even the tips of his ears showing a hint of shyness.
Upon hearing this, fragments of the dreamlike scene from last night immediately flashed through Lin Qianqian's mind. Although it was only a vague memory, it still stirred a strange feeling in her heart. However, she quickly regained her composure, lowered her head slightly, and softly comforted him, "Thank you... thank you, Your Highness." Her gentle tone was like a breeze, slightly dispelling the awkward atmosphere that filled the room.
Lin Qianqian pursed her lips, as if trying to swallow all her discomfort, then stood up gracefully, her back straight, as if trying to use this posture to support a sense of composure. Her gaze swept around the room with feigned calmness, finally landing on Murong Yi, her eyes carrying a hint of barely perceptible shyness and feigned reproach as she glanced at him lightly.
To ease her embarrassment, she slowly raised her hands, clasped them behind her neck, and unconsciously rubbed them together, trying to appear relaxed and at ease. However, the slight trembling of her fingertips betrayed the turmoil in her heart.
Murong Yi remained with his back to her, the blush on his face still lingering, his eyes filled with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment. He bit his lower lip tightly, his brows furrowed slightly, seemingly regretting why he had found himself in such a predicament and unsure how to handle the delicate atmosphere. He could only use silence to mask his inner turmoil, his body unconsciously stiffening slightly, his once upright posture now appearing somewhat awkward.