The Big Brother Hero Who Didn’t Like to Eat (29)

The two of them lingered affectionately on the sofa for a while longer. As it neared ten o’clock, Xie Yu announced he had to leave.

Si Jiu’s face showed disbelief. “What about reading a bedtime story?”

“Do you want me to stay?” Xie Yu asked.

“Isn’t that obvious?” Si Jiu tugged at his hair. “We’ve already slept together. Are you planning to back out now?”

Xie Yu’s expression was complicated. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” she said firmly.

“This is yours, after all.”

A moment later…

Si Jiu: “No more… Move away.”

“Heh… You say no with your lips, but your body is very honest.”

Si Jiu: “!!!”

What was even more mischievous was that for the rest of the night, as Xie Yu worked out, he almost gave her a full rundown of every line the cold young master says during his harmonious moments with the heroine in the entire book.

Si Jiu thought: I never expected you to be this kind of male lead.

Some people appear cold and abstinent on the surface, all serious and proper, but secretly have memorized an entire volume of erotic literature.

And from then on, whenever those perfect moments of unity came, Xie Yu kept up this habit splendidly.

Si Jiu was almost tempted to award the system, which had sent Xie Yu tens of gigabytes of text files, a red flower.

What’s it like to have a CV boyfriend who’s both abstinent and secretly flirtatious?

Don’t ask—just know it’s indescribably wonderful.

…

“Knock, knock, knock… knock, knock, knock…”

The persistent knocking jolted Si Jiu awake.

***

“Who the hell is knocking at this ungodly hour?” Si Jiu rubbed her eyes, only to be gently stopped by a hand.

“I’ll get it,” Xie Yu’s voice sounded alert. She opened her eyes and saw the redness in his gaze. “You’re up so early?”

“You should go back to sleep.” Seeing her struggling to open her eyes, Xie Yu smiled and gently ruffled her hair.

“Oh.”

Xie Yu got up and left the bedroom.

Suddenly, the system spoke up, “You just fell asleep last night when I was released. From 3:30 a.m. until now, Xie Yu hasn’t closed his eyes once.”

Si Jiu: “Hmm?”

Suddenly, a loud male voice drifted in from the bedroom door left ajar.

“Who are you?”

System: “That’s Lin Yang.”

At the entrance, Lin Yang was blocked by the doorframe, eyes blazing as he glared at the man leaning against it, wearing nothing but a bathrobe.

The bathrobe, loosely tied, revealed fresh scratch marks on his shoulder.

A strange man in a bathrobe early in the morning, disheveled hair, scratch marks on his shoulder—

And appearing in Xu Weiwan’s home.

The shock was immense.

Xie Yu looked at Lin Yang and arrogantly lifted his chin. “And who are you?”

In truth, he knew exactly who he was.

Si Jiu’s ex-boyfriend, now her sister’s fiancé.

Handsome but utterly lacking in character.

From the last time Lin Yang had harassed Si Jiu at the door, Xie Yu already knew what was on that man’s mind.

***

Back then, watching their tussle, Xie Yu felt only vague irritation.

But now, he was thoroughly displeased.

Cheating on his girlfriend’s sister, and after getting what he wanted, still coming back to provoke the elder sister?

If he wanted to enjoy both women, he needed to know his limits.

Lin Yang, self-deluded, tried to convince himself there might be some misunderstanding.

Maybe this was just Weiwan’s friend? Perhaps he came to stay over? Maybe Weiwan wasn’t even home?

Using his poor self-deception to comfort himself, Lin Yang tried to suppress his emotions. “I’m looking for Weiwan. Is she not home? Are you her friend? I don’t remember seeing you before. If you’re staying at someone’s place, you should at least be mindful of your impact.”

His voice weakened as the man before him slowly curled his lips into a mocking smile.

The ominous feeling in Lin Yang’s heart became reality the next moment.

He heard Si Jiu’s voice.

“Ah Yu, who is it?”

Looking past the man, a familiar figure walked in from the living room.

She wore an oversized black sweatshirt that clearly wasn’t hers, large enough to serve as a dress, making her look exceptionally delicate.

More striking than the clothing were the marks on her neck—red, numerous, densely packed, extending from above, trailing behind her ears, and continuing down to her collarbone, hidden beneath the fabric.

Who knew what other places bore marks beneath her clothes, and how many more?

One look and it was clear she had been “loved” fiercely.

Lin Yang stared straight at her, his eyes stinging.

Xie Yu’s gaze also faltered for a moment, then sharpened instantly. He turned and stepped in front of Lin Yang, blocking all his views.