Chapter 93: The Teasing Boy, the Restless Girl
Su Yuqing stared at the covers Chen Mo had pulled back, feeling a mix of anticipation for what might happen and a strange sense of fear.
The moment her fingertips touched the sheet, she snatched her hand back as if she’d been burned.
Chen Mo had already lain down, his arms pillowed behind his head, his gaze fixed on some unknown spot on the ceiling. "Don’t worry, I’m a still sleeper."
His voice held a hint of a smile, and the last word seemed to trail off, brushing against Su Yuqing’s burning earlobe like a feather.
How could Su Yuqing not understand the hidden meaning in his words? Blushing furiously, she slowly climbed onto the bed and lay down beside Chen Mo.
But the moment she lay down, the pleasant, boyish scent of Chen Mo beside her drifted into her nose, making her heart flutter. She quickly turned on her side, her back facing him.
Seeing Su Yuqing lie down with her back to him, Chen Mo didn’t seem to mind, just smiled to himself.
Wrapped in her half of Chen Mo’s blanket, Su Yuqing could only feel its fluffy, sun-dried texture, which felt incredibly comfortable.
Chen Mo’s room got a lot of sunlight; his blanket didn’t even need to be taken out to air, as it was soaked in sunshine every day.
Because her back was turned to him, Su Yuqing had no idea what Chen Mo was doing, what kind of expression he had, whether he was looking at her or still staring at the ceiling...
The more she thought about it, the shyer she became, wondering if Chen Mo would suddenly reach out to her.
Soon, she heard a RUSTLE behind her. It seemed Chen Mo had turned over to face her.
Su Yuqing’s back immediately stiffened. In the silence, her own heartbeat sounded like a drum, growing louder and louder.
Scenarios of what might happen next flashed through her mind.
"Yuqing," Chen Mo said suddenly, his warm breath brushing gently against the back of her neck, bringing with it a trace of warmth and a ticklish sensation. "Get some sleep. We have to be up early tomorrow."
Su Yuqing squeezed her eyes shut, her eyelashes fluttering in the moonlight like a butterfly’s wings.
She gave a soft "Mm," and felt Chen Mo’s breath seem to draw even closer.
"Good night." His voice was tinged with sleepiness, yet it carried a reassuring certainty.
She didn’t know how much time had passed. Su Yuqing counted her own heartbeats, waiting until Chen Mo’s breathing grew steady before she dared to let her tense muscles relax.
The moonlight flowed like a silver river across the pillow. She quietly turned her head and saw the open collar of Chen Mo’s sleep robe, saw the slight rise and fall of his Adam’s apple in the moonlight. Now, the interwoven rhythm of his heart and breath was deeply reassuring.
As she watched him, Su Yuqing’s fingertips, as if moved by some unseen force, unconsciously brushed across Chen Mo’s lips. The lingering sensation from last night’s dream suddenly came rushing back.
Realizing she was doing something so bold, Su Yuqing shyly yanked the covers over her head. Just then, a citrus scent drew near, and a body’s warmth enveloped her through her pajamas.
Chen Mo had said he was a still sleeper, and he was. He just had a habit of hugging something.
And now, his arm was draped over Su Yuqing, using her as a pillow.
This made Su Yuqing’s body tense up instinctively.
The moment she pulled the blanket aside to create a small gap, she saw that Chen Mo was still asleep. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief and relax.
But as she looked at Chen Mo’s serene, handsome face, she couldn’t help but stare, lost in a daze.
When she came back to her senses, Su Yuqing held her breath and gently lifted a corner of the blanket to look at the hand Chen Mo had placed on her waist.
She saw Chen Mo’s fingertips, resting on her waist, glowing like jade in the moonlight.
His warm palm happened to be resting right on the lace waistband of her pajamas. Where the silk met her skin, it felt as if a tiny electric current was coursing through her.
She tried to gently move his hand away, but the sleeping Chen Mo only held her tighter.
A blurry murmur escaped the young man’s throat. His head suddenly moved closer, his nose brushing against the wispy hairs at the nape of her neck. The sandalwood scent of his shampoo mixed with the citrus on his breath, brewing a cloyingly sweet, intoxicating aroma between the folds of their clothes.
"Chen... Mo..." she whispered his name, the sound cut short as a warm body pressed against her back. From behind, the young man quietly and gently pulled her into his arms.
Su Yuqing lay there, not daring to move a muscle.
’I’m not even wearing a bra right now,’ she thought. ’If Chen Mo’s hand moves just an inch or two from where it is, things could get very awkward.’
Su Yuqing felt so hot and bothered she couldn’t sleep at all.
She wanted to move Chen Mo’s hand, yet she greedily coveted the warmth of his body covering hers.
Conflicted, Su Yuqing slowly turned her head to look at Chen Mo.
The moonlight spilled over the pale blue veins on Chen Mo’s skin, pooling in the hollow of his collarbone like a small, luminous pond.
He was completely and soundly asleep.
Seeing this, Su Yuqing felt she was just being overly dramatic.
She tried to calm her racing heart, telling herself she should be more open-minded about the situation.
After giving herself a mental pep talk, her heart rate actually began to slow down.
Her breathing also began to even out from its previously rapid pace.
She gently placed her own hand over Chen Mo’s arm. After giving him a sweet smile, she turned her back to him once more, closed her eyes, and tried to clear her mind and fall asleep.
But while she sought tranquility, the young man beside her was exceptionally tempting.
Chen Mo’s arm around Su Yuqing’s waist subconsciously tightened, pulling her completely into his embrace from behind.
Now, Su Yuqing could feel not only the warmth of Chen Mo’s arm, but also the heat emanating from his masculine torso.
Even through her pajamas, she could clearly feel the contours of Chen Mo’s chest and abdominal muscles.
The calm that Su Yuqing had just managed to find began to dissipate, replaced once again by a restless heat.
But what flustered her the most was Chen Mo’s head resting beside hers, his warm exhales continuously brushing against her most sensitive ear.
Each breath sent her heart into turmoil and a tingling sensation through her entire body.
Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. In a bold move, she turned Chen Mo onto his other side and then, reversing their positions, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.
Only then did she feel much more relaxed.
However, as her small hands wrapped around Chen Mo’s waist and came to rest on his abs, it still stirred a flurry of mischievous thoughts in her mind.
The embarrassing dream from the previous night came flooding back into her mind.
Su Yuqing instantly felt it was becoming harder and harder to fall asleep.
Until, in his sleep, Chen Mo suddenly and gently took hold of the small hand she had placed on his stomach.
The moment his gentle grip and warm palm covered the back of her hand, it unexpectedly brought her a strange sense of peace and security.
She gave Chen Mo’s back a radiant smile, then gently kissed his shoulder. Finally, she closed her eyes, banished the wild thoughts from her mind, and, holding onto Chen Mo, filled with an endless sense of security, drifted off into a sweet slumber.