That Top Male Lead Who Doesn't Like to Eat (13)
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“Have you held on long enough?”
Xie Yu’s voice sounded slightly annoyed, as though he was trying to keep his temper in check.
Sijiu replied boldly, “Not yet.”
He opened his mouth, but Sijiu cut him off.
“I know, it’s a little unseemly, so don’t get excited. I’m only comparing which hand is bigger.”
Damn. In past missions, it had always been enough if she took the initiative. This time, somehow, the other side had to take control.
How could one make a stranger—someone you’ve only met three times—read you bedtime stories, and keep doing it for an entire month?
Sijiu’s brain was racing.
Xie Yu felt his palm start to sweat. “Let go.”
“No way. If I let go, you’ll run.”
“……”
“Not unless you agree to one condition. Then I’ll release you.”
He had never seen such a girl without a shred of shame. Yet she only smiled as if nothing were wrong.
“Fine, promise me one thing and I’ll let go right away.”
A short girl this small, who wouldn’t even weigh much, could be picked up and tossed by one hand, at least in theory.
But he was being held by nothing more than her simple hand hold. He felt that if he used a little force, he might hurt this soft, delicate person.
It was absurd.
Xie Yu grew steely. He didn’t care whether the mask on his face could hide it or not. Adopting a cold and severe tone, he said, “What do you want?”
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“Wow—so this time you’re doing the serious, straight-faced type?”
Sijiu glanced at the red-eared image in the system snapshot and got herself a mischievous idea.
“I want…” she stretched the word, then stared right at him as his face began to color. Satisfied, she added the missing part, “to read me bedtime stories.”
His mood rose and dropped in strange waves. Xie Yu didn’t dare wonder why he felt a little disappointed.
“Actually, I’m a voice type. I noticed you before, remember? We met at the hospital.
Your voice is truly beautiful.
I fell in love with it the moment I heard it.
To be honest, I have serious insomnia. It’s tortured me for years; whole nights pass without sleep.
Having someone with a beautiful voice read me bedtime stories is one way to help me sleep.
Can you help me?
You have a lovely voice and a kind heart, so you won’t refuse me, right?”
Xie Yu watched her with a complicated expression, and remembered the scene before he had seen her fall asleep right after going onto the balcony after a live stream. She had been drinking, and then—out in a second—she had fallen asleep.
If he hadn’t later heard her talking in her sleep and waking up, he would have thought she had fainted.
He had never seen anyone fall asleep so quickly.
And now this same person had severe insomnia?
Nonsense.
He had already seen two sides of her—once in the ward, later in front of her door.
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She must think he was a fool. He would not be fooled.
“I’m begging you,” Sijiu said, blinking with all sincerity, “pretty, please.”
Xie Yu: “!”
Xie Yu turned his face away, feeling oddly awkward.
“I’ll do it, all right.”
“Really? Excellent!”
“Just this once. If your insomnia is truly severe, you should still see a doctor.”
Sijiu replied vaguely, half-heartedly agreeing, while thinking, If there was one exception, why would a second one be so far away? An exception is delightful for a moment—so why not let it continue?
The system clapped for Sijiu: “Nice, Host~”
“Then let’s start tonight,” Sijiu declared happily, and let go of his hand, showing she meant what she said.
His palm suddenly felt strangely empty. Xie Yu instinctively curled his fingers.
“Do whatever you like. Anyway, only this once.”
Sijiu: “Why does the male lead seem a bit upset?”
“The male lead’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.”
The all-knowing system added, with mock-serious compliance: “Who isn’t?”
Come on—if you like something, you like it. If you want something, you want it. Is that really so hard? Why are you more awkward than Qi Yan? What kind of archetype is that, anyway?