My Ex-Girlfriend Said She Was A Fairy - Chapter 8

Ji Qingyi woke up.

Her eyelids struggled for a moment before barely parting. Before she could even make out the scene before her, she heard a soft chuckle—probably laughing at her for dozing off again.

Finally, her eyes opened fully. She stared straight ahead, only for her lashes to flutter as Wen Yuchuan’s dark hair brushed against them when he leaned down. She lifted her gaze once more.

The frequency of their eye contact was far too high, Ji Qingyi couldn’t help but complain inwardly.

She met those dark eyes again.

A more romantic description would be like gazing into a ghostly night or an alluring whirlpool. Ji Qingyi felt herself being drawn in, sinking—like being trapped in an inescapable swamp or an endless abyss.

She watched as he smiled, as that frivolous, casual expression she both loved and resented appeared on his face once more.

Wen Yuchuan moved even closer, his knuckles brushing against Ji Qingyi’s cheek as he tucked stray strands of hair behind her ear. Then, he pressed his palm against her forehead. His hand was warm, but compared to Ji Qingyi’s feverish skin, it still felt too cold. She shivered slightly.

So close. Was it really necessary to get this near just to check her temperature? Ji Qingyi’s thoughts tangled as she felt the coolness on her forehead, staring at the now-blurred face before her—too close to focus.

Yet she didn’t speak, nor did she push him away. She blamed it on her illness, on her sluggish mind. But in truth, it was simply because she didn’t dislike his proximity.

Her body had grown accustomed to such physical contact, even treating it as a comfort when she felt unwell.

Ji Qingyi liked his gentle touch—that much was undeniable. A pitiful truth. But this time, before she could even feel sad, a sense of security flooded her. For a moment, she forgot that their current relationship no longer suited such intimate gestures.

So hot.

Wen Yuchuan’s brows furrowed slightly—just for a second—before he couldn’t help but laugh again.

He saw Ji Qingyi staring at him with wide, dazed eyes, looking utterly transparent, as if her mind had gone blank.

“Get up and take your medicine.”

Wen Yuchuan lightly tapped her forehead with his knuckles, breaking the silence.

Ji Qingyi finally snapped out of it, her pupils refocusing on the figure before her. The overly ambiguous atmosphere had shattered, yet the subtle tension lingered.

Seeing Ji Qingyi still frozen, Wen Yuchuan waved a hand in front of her face, half-jokingly checking if the fever had fried her brain. Only when Ji Qingyi swatted at his hand did he stop with a grin.

“Want me to feed you?”

Without waiting for a response, he picked up the water and medicine from the table.

“No.”

Ji Qingyi finally forced out the word, her voice rough. She struggled to sit up from the comfortable backrest, reaching for the pills in his hand.

“Take them slowly. Swallowing them all at once will make it bitter.”

Wen Yuchuan spoke up again, stopping her from her usual habit of downing multiple pills at once. Fine. Ji Qingyi recalled the bitterness lingering in her mouth when the medicine got stuck too deep to swallow immediately. In the end, she followed his advice.

“Mhm, so impressive. You finished them all.”

“Wow, you’re actually quite cute when you’re sick,” Wen Yuchuan suddenly blurted out a compliment.

“…Are you trying to disgust me?”

After a moment of silence, Ji Qingyi couldn’t help but retort with exasperation.

“Hmm? Don’t you like compliments?”

Wen Yuchuan replied with a thoughtful expression.

“I just don’t like anything that comes out of your mouth.”

Ji Qingyi snapped back. Perhaps because she was still groggy from sleep or her fever had addled her brain, she had completely forgotten her original plan to maintain a cold demeanor in front of the other person.

“Is that so…”

Predictably, Wen Yuchuan lowered her eyes, feigning a pitiful look. But what Ji Qingyi didn’t anticipate was the other woman leaning in close again, enveloping her in shadow once more.

It was too close. Ji Qingyi could feel the warmth of Wen Yuchuan’s breath and sensed danger, though she refused to admit that the unease stemmed from her suddenly racing heartbeat caused by their proximity. Instead, she chalked it up to her worsening illness.

“Do you have to hate me?”

Only when Ji Qingyi had retreated as far back as possible did Wen Yuchuan speak up in a pitiful tone.

Leaning against the back of the couch—a normally comfortable position—Ji Qingyi found herself trapped with a face too close to hers. She stiffly turned her head away to avoid contact.

“Can’t you reflect on yourself a little?”

It’s not my problem, Ji Qingyi thought. Wasn’t it only natural for her to dislike the other person? Just look at the kind of relationship they had now.

“Then I’ll reflect properly. Don’t hate me.”

The whisper reached her ear clearly, accompanied by the sound of breathing. Ji Qingyi suddenly felt a tingling itch spread across her skin. At a loss for words, she couldn’t tell whether it was fondness or aversion—only that she was thrown into confusion.

What did words like these even mean? Did they not want to resolve anything, content to just bask in ambiguous pleasure? Ji Qingyi hazily pondered the other’s intentions.

Abruptly, she turned her head forward again, her cheek brushing against Wen Yuchuan’s cool lips. The face before her was blurred, but she could still tell the other woman was smiling.

“If I don’t hate you, will you stop bothering me?”

The words were colder than mere dislike. Wen Yuchuan finally retreated a little, the tickling sensation of hair against Ji Qingyi’s neck disappearing, and the shadow before her eyes lifting, allowing her to see the other clearly again.

No one spoke, and the air grew still once more.

“Where’s the honey water? I’ll leave after drinking it.”

After a while, Ji Qingyi spoke up. She saw nothing wrong with her words—after all, Wen Yuchuan was the one who had messed up. Yet for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to look at the other’s expression, so she directed her words at the drawstring on Wen Yuchuan’s windbreaker instead.

“Mm, it’s ready.”

Wen Yuchuan’s tone remained light as she turned to fetch a glass of water. Ji Qingyi bit her lower lip, feeling foolish for assuming the other would be upset. She took the honey water and drank it—the sweetness was just right.

There was nothing more to say. Ji Qingyi reached for the medicine on the table and stood up to leave.

“You never take your medicine on time. Never.”

Wen Yuchuan suddenly brought up the earlier topic that had somehow been dropped.

“What do you want to do about it?”

Was this mocking her for being unable to take care of herself? Or was there another meaning? Ji Qingyi couldn’t understand why the other would bring this up again.

“I’ll remind you on time.”

Wen Yuchuan didn’t see any issue with what she said, as if taking care of Ji Qingyi was the most natural thing in the world. She didn’t even consider the possibility of being refused.

“There’s no need. I can take care of myself.”

Ji Qingyi immediately rejected the suggestion. It wasn’t like she lacked the ability to take care of herself—taking medicine was such a simple task. Why would she need her ex-girlfriend to remind her?

“But sometimes you can’t even be bothered to boil water. You keep putting it off until you miss the right time to take your medicine.”

“Taking it a bit earlier or later doesn’t make much difference in the end, but taking it on time helps you recover faster.”

“Having a constant headache is unbearable.”

“So, let me remind you.”

Wen Yuchuan circled back to her original suggestion.

“……”

It was hard to argue, because Ji Qingyi really didn’t prioritize taking medicine. As long as she eventually got better, what did it matter? That was her mindset, so she often neglected the most reasonable times to take her meds.

But what did any of this have to do with Wen Yuchuan? Did she pity her for being sick and alone, overflowing with sympathy?

“Do you enjoy serving others?” Ji Qingyi couldn’t help but ask. “Or are you short on money and planning to moonlight as a babysitter, using me as practice?”

“If you want to pay me, I wouldn’t mind.”

“…No, I don’t have spare money for you.”

“Then I can do it for free.”

“How cheap.”

“Hmm… I wouldn’t say that. The terms of the exchange don’t necessarily have to involve money.”

Wen Yuchuan narrowed her eyes slightly, her lips curling into a smile. Compared to her usual careless grin, Ji Qingyi inexplicably sensed something dangerous in it.

Talking so ambiguously—anyone would think they had some special relationship. But in reality, they had no connection beyond being exes, right?

“Don’t say such vague things,” Ji Qingyi wanted to retort. But considering their previous conversations hadn’t been exactly normal either, she held back.

It wasn’t like Wen Yuchuan would listen even if she said anything. This woman was just that infuriating. Ji Qingyi glanced at Wen Yuchuan, who had somehow already leaned casually against the doorway, waiting for her to pass.

“Do whatever you want.”

Ji Qingyi tossed out the words and walked to the next door to unlock it.

“So that’s a yes?”

“No.”

“Mhm, so that means yes, right?”

“……”

Ji Qingyi couldn’t be bothered to argue with someone who refused to understand plain language, so she stayed silent.

“Then I’ll need a way to contact you, right?”

Wen Yuchuan took a step closer as she spoke.

“Will you?”

“Yeah, I’ll need to reach you to remind you.”

Ji Qingyi found it absurdly amusing. All this roundabout talk just to get her contact info. What happened to the old one? Oh, right—she’d blocked everything.

“Just call the old number.”

Ji Qingyi said.

“If it doesn’t go through, I’ll have no choice but to keep knocking on your door.”

“That counts as noise pollution. Careful, or someone will report you.”

“Can’t be helped. What if something happens to you? You’re sick and living alone, after all.”

This was a threat, Ji Qingyi grumbled inwardly.

“…The number hasn’t changed. Don’t call—just message me on WeChat.”

Ji Qingyi sighed, finally relenting.

“But you blocked me.”

Ji Qingyi could hear the pitiful tone in Wen Yuchuan’s voice and could almost picture the aggrieved look on her face.

“I’ll undo it.”

Ji Qingyi looked up at the other person and realized they were just putting on a tone. She caught sight of the slight upward curve of their lips.

Tch.

Ji Qingyi made a sound of displeasure.

She quickly opened the door, stepped inside, and shut it swiftly. There was really no need for her to be in such a hurry—Wen Yuchuan wouldn’t force his way in—but she did it anyway because she didn’t want to hear another word from him or see that smile on his face.