My Ex-Girlfriend Said She Was A Fairy - Chapter 11

Ji Qingyi lay on the sofa, not wanting to move a muscle. Tilting her head back, the light rings above only made her dizzier, so she simply closed her eyes.

Though she reassured herself that staying overnight at her ex-girlfriend’s place wasn’t a big deal and tried hard to adapt to the situation, she still felt uneasy.

Had things been a little too strange lately? Even though everything had happened naturally, and she had no evidence to prove these coincidences were orchestrated, she couldn’t shake off the odd feeling.

Could it all just be chalked up to bad luck?

Sinking into the darkness, Ji Qingyi’s thoughts grew muddled, and inevitably, her mind wandered back to Wen Yuchuan.

“Ji Qingyi, go ahead.”

Suddenly hearing the voice, Ji Qingyi snapped awake.

She blinked dazedly at Wen Yuchuan, who had just stepped out of the bathroom, steam still clinging to her body, her collar damp and clinging to her chest. Ji Qingyi realized it was her turn to shower.

Only then did it belatedly occur to her—what was she supposed to wear?

“I—”

“Wear my clothes.”

Before she could even finish asking, Wen Yuchuan answered.

Though the response was expected, Ji Qingyi’s expression darkened as she watched the other woman approach. This was just too weird…

“Hmm… if you don’t want to, you don’t have to wear anything.”

Wen Yuchuan grinned at Ji Qingyi’s discomfort before playfully offering another option.

“……”

Ji Qingyi fell silent for a moment.

“What do you mean?”

“Can I just not change?”

“Of course not. The bed and blankets you’re sleeping in are clean.”

“I won’t sleep in the bed.”

“Then lie on the floor and wait to run a high fever again tomorrow.”

“……”

Arguing like this was pointless, but whenever Ji Qingyi talked to this woman, she lost all rationality, spouting the most childish things.

“There’s new underwear.”

“…Fine.”

In the end, Ji Qingyi nodded reluctantly.

Truthfully, she wasn’t that opposed to wearing the other’s clothes. She just hesitated because accepting too quickly might give Wen Yuchuan too much satisfaction.

It’s no big deal, right? Just wearing some clothes. Ji Qingyi realized her tolerance threshold was dropping lower and lower—from barely agreeing to stay in the same room to barely agreeing to wear the other’s clothes. If this kept up…

Whatever. Ji Qingyi resigned herself to the thought.

Fine, whatever.

She’d never been good at drawing clear boundaries from the start. Dwelling on it now would only make her feel worse without changing anything.

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The bathroom wasn’t ventilated, and the steam from Wen Yuchuan’s shower lingered, filling the air with mist.

At least it’s not cold, Ji Qingyi thought as she felt the damp warmth. After wiping herself down with a hot towel, she hurriedly put on Wen Yuchuan’s clothes, afraid of catching a chill and worsening her fever.

The clothes were slightly looser than what she usually wore—after all, Wen Yuchuan was taller. In her rush, she hadn’t thought much about it, but now, as she felt the fabric against her skin, an inexplicable sensation crept over her.

They were just ordinary T-shirts and pants, nothing special except that Wen Yuchuan had worn them. And that was precisely what made it feel so… strange.

The clothes that had once clung to the other person’s body were now gradually absorbing her own body heat—too intimate, too ambiguous. Yet, she found no trace of rejection in her heart. Instead, there was even a faint liking for the sensation of being enveloped by the other’s scent. Ji Qingyi sighed softly, unable to tell whether it was for herself, forced to wear the other’s clothes, or for the way her heart still beat unusually fast because of that person.

The oversized shirt didn’t matter much, but the pants hung so long they dragged on the floor. When Ji Qingyi stepped out, she had to hold them up to keep from tripping.

“Finished washing?”

What a pointless question, Ji Qingyi thought, staring at the person watching her in silent exasperation.

“Yeah.”

Even though it was pointless, she still answered.

Wen Yuchuan didn’t seem bothered by her cold, clipped response. Instead, she chuckled at the sight of her.

“Pants too long?”

Was that mockery?

Hearing Wen Yuchuan’s infuriating words, Ji Qingyi’s grip on the pants stiffened for a second. Just as she was about to snap back, Wen Yuchuan spoke again.

“You’ll sleep here.”

Wen Yuchuan pointed at the guest room with a smile.

The topic had shifted, and Ji Qingyi’s curse died in her throat. She had planned to find some other way to snipe back at Wen Yuchuan, but soon, the urge to retaliate faded.

The bed was already made. When Ji Qingyi saw it, she couldn’t help but resent the other woman. The pale green bedsheet was the same pattern as the one she’d slept under a year ago. She truly couldn’t understand what Wen Yuchuan was trying to imply.

“Get in bed. Don’t catch a cold.”

Wen Yuchuan pulled back the covers, and the moment Ji Qingyi sat down, she wrapped her snugly in the blanket.

The other woman still carried the damp warmth of a recent shower. When her arms encircled Ji Qingyi, she found herself pressed against Wen Yuchuan’s chest, the ends of her dark hair brushing against her neck, sending a faint tickle across her skin. She didn’t mind the subtle sensation, but she still froze—because the closeness made her acutely aware of the other’s scent. Unlike the fresh fragrance clinging to the borrowed clothes, this was the floral sweetness of camellia-scented body wash. A scent she loved.

Wen Yuchuan took a step back, satisfied at the sight of Ji Qingyi bundled up tightly, like a little dumpling.

“Spacing out?”

Ji Qingyi was momentarily dazed by Wen Yuchuan’s sudden movement, sitting there wordlessly until the other woman waved a hand in front of her face, amused.

“…No.”

Ji Qingyi averted her gaze.

If she admitted she’d been staring at Wen Yuchuan’s collar, or that the camellia fragrance in the air had dragged her back into old memories, all her previous efforts to act indifferent would be utterly ruined.

Though, given the current situation, staying silent didn’t seem to be helping much either.

“Alright.”

Wen Yuchuan sighed softly. Dishonesty was Ji Qingyi’s bad habit, but given the state of their relationship, she really had no right to demand honesty from her.

“Mm…”

Ji Qingyi didn’t know what to say. The confined space grew quiet. With sound fading, her other senses seemed to sharpen. The air felt thick with the scent of camellias, as if she, too, had been stained by its fragrance.

Once again, she began to suspect that all of this was intentional—that every coincidence, every unfortunate incident, had been orchestrated by the woman standing before her.

The dizziness surged back, and Ji Qingyi felt her mind grow even more muddled. An inexplicable guilt crept over her. She wasn’t being honest or open enough. She didn’t want to see the other person’s face, especially their eyes, so she could only stare at the floor.

“Go to bed early.”

Wen Yuchuan spoke.

Ji Qingyi heard the words and lay down on the bed, but when her view shifted to the ceiling, she felt awkward again and wanted to sit up, telling the other person to leave first.

“Tuck yourself in properly.”

Wen Yuchuan pressed Ji Qingyi back down, preventing her from sitting up, then adjusted the blankets, wrapping her tightly into a cocoon.

“Got it. You can go now.”

Ji Qingyi failed to resist and only spoke after a pause. The position made it hard to vocalize—her voice came out hoarse, her tone too light, sounding weak and pitiful.

The other person’s actions were too gentle, yet it would be perfectly reasonable to say they were just caring for a sick person. Ji Qingyi wanted to refuse but always found herself unable to speak in time. She felt stifled, yet she couldn’t scold them.

A terrible experience—both physically and emotionally. Ji Qingyi swore to herself she would never get a fever again.

“Goodnight.”

Wen Yuchuan said with a smile.

“Mhm.”

Ji Qingyi only responded with a muffled sound.

“Do I not get a goodnight?”

Just when Ji Qingyi thought Wen Yuchuan was about to leave, the other suddenly spoke in a pitiful tone.

Wen Yuchuan stood by the bed, leaning down to look at her. The moment Ji Qingyi opened her eyes, she saw those dark, curved eyes fixed on her.

Again, only the tone was pretending—the face still wore that infuriatingly smug smile. Ji Qingyi thought irritably.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“There just isn’t one.”

“That’s unfair.”

“I never said you had to say goodnight.”

“But I want one. It’s just a simple goodnight.”

Wen Yuchuan spoke, wearing an innocent expression as if she couldn’t understand why Ji Qingyi wouldn’t even say those two words.

What’s the point of arguing over something so trivial? Ji Qingyi thought helplessly that her IQ really plummeted whenever she was near this person. Hopeless.

If she just said it, maybe the other would finally leave her alone. With that thought, Ji Qingyi decided to relent.

“…Goodnight.”

She deliberately said it in a casual tone.

Wen Yuchuan didn’t seem to mind. She smiled, tucked the blankets even tighter, then turned off the light for Ji Qingyi. Before leaving, she added one last gentle sentence.

“Goodnight, Ji Qingyi.”

This time, Wen Yuchuan didn’t wait for a response. She closed the door, plunging the room into darkness, save for a sliver of light seeping through the gap.

Goodnight… Even if I say it, it doesn’t guarantee a good sleep. Why insist on those words?

Ji Qingyi rolled over under the blankets, grumbling inwardly about Wen Yuchuan’s pettiness, yet feeling an inexplicable sense of contentment. The blankets were dry, warm, and soft. Wen Yuchuan had wrapped her up so snugly that the chills had subsided by half. The plush blanket Wen Yuchuan had brought in was placed right by the pillow. Ji Qingyi loved its texture, so she struggled to free an arm from the cocoon and pulled it closer.

Aside from the fact that this was Wen Yuchuan’s place, it really was a comfortable environment for sleeping. Ji Qingyi nuzzled her cheek against the blanket and gradually drifted off in the cozy warmth.

Ji Qingyi woke up earlier than expected. She thought she’d sleep until noon, but it was only eight in the morning.

If it were any other day, she would definitely laze in bed, but the thought that this was Wen Yuchuan’s territory jolted her awake.

Though she wouldn’t say she felt completely refreshed, the dizziness had subsided by half, and the chills were entirely gone.

Ji Qingyi touched her forehead—it didn’t feel as hot anymore, but she couldn’t be sure if that was because her hand and forehead were the same temperature now.

Check her temperature—that was the first thing she wanted to do.

The moment she opened the bedroom door to step out, she collided right into Wen Yuchuan, whose raised hand, poised to knock, hadn’t even lowered yet.

Was this sheer coincidence or…? Whatever. Ji Qingyi couldn’t be bothered to dwell on it, her mind solely focused on getting a thermometer.

“Fever gone? You’re awfully energetic.”

Wen Yuchuan ignored Ji Qingyi’s indifference, grabbing her wrist to stop her from leaving before pressing a hand to her forehead without warning.

“Still a slight fever.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll check again.”

Wen Yuchuan didn’t stop her this time, walking over to the coffee table in the living room to pick up the thermometer and hand it to Ji Qingyi. The final reading confirmed Wen Yuchuan’s assessment—she still had a low-grade fever.

Ji Qingyi flopped back onto the sofa. The fever hadn’t completely broken, and her head still felt a little fuzzy, leaving her uncomfortable.

“Take your medicine properly, and you’ll be better in no time.”

Wen Yuchuan spoke to her in that coaxing tone reserved for children again. To Ji Qingyi, that smiling face was nothing but mockery. She didn’t want to engage, choosing instead to go wash up. Wen Yuchuan promptly fetched her a new set of toiletries.

“You’re well-prepared.”

Ji Qingyi’s tone was flat, as if she’d merely made an offhand remark. In reality, she couldn’t help wondering—were these prepared specifically for her, or did other people come here often? Or was Wen Yuchuan just the type to plan ahead, stocking up for any potential guests?

“Yep.”

Wen Yuchuan chuckled lightly, glancing at Ji Qingyi’s expression. She didn’t seem to care. Since she didn’t, there was no need to say anything more, so Wen Yuchuan returned to the kitchen to finish making breakfast.

No denial—what did that mean? Ji Qingyi’s face remained neutral, but her mind couldn’t stop turning it over. One moment, she told herself she was overthinking it, that it didn’t matter. The next, her thoughts circled back to deciphering Wen Yuchuan’s intentions.

Whether she was actively thinking about the other woman or struggling to suppress those thoughts, the result was the same—her mind was occupied by Wen Yuchuan.

Realizing that Wen Yuchuan had taken up permanent residence in her thoughts only made Ji Qingyi’s head feel heavier. By the time she finished washing up, her energy had drained again, and she trudged back to the living room to collapse listlessly onto the sofa.