What If I Ended Up Marrying My Enemy? - Chapter 12
Chapter 12: Heartbeat
On the other side, Yu Zhixue was still being carried by Yu Wenxuan as they got into the car together.
Throughout the whole process, Yu Zhixue never lifted his head, just resting it on his shoulder, letting out a few soft murmurs from time to time.
There was a divider between the front and back seats. Once the driver saw they were in, he started the car and smoothly headed toward their residence.
Even after taking their seats, the two didn’t separate. Yu Wenxuan sat in the back, dressed in a suit. His features appeared especially profound under the shifting lights outside the car.
He leaned down and sniffed the person in his arms. There was barely any smell of alcohol. No one would dare make him drink, so how had he ended up drunk like this?
Yu Zhixue sensed the sudden proximity and finally tilted his head slightly to glance at him. From his angle, all he could see was Yu Wenxuan’s sharply defined jawline.
Yu Wenxuan raised his brow. “Not sleeping anymore?”
His collar had already been loosened by two buttons at dinner, and when he spoke, his Adam’s apple subtly moved with a slight tremor. Yu Zhixue stared at it for a long while without saying anything.
Yu Wenxuan thought he was just a bit slow from the alcohol, so he let it go. But in the next second, he was caught completely off guard.
—Yu Zhixue leaned in and gently bit down on his Adam’s apple.
It was a dangerously sensitive spot. Yu Wenxuan instantly tensed up, his breath growing heavier and more erratic.
He rarely swore in front of Yu Zhixue, but this time he cursed under his breath.
Yu Zhixue heard the low mutter and, thinking he’d hurt him, leaned over again and gently licked the spot as if to soothe him.
Yu Wenxuan finally couldn’t take it anymore. He lifted Yu Zhixue’s face and moved him away. His mind was a mess, and he couldn’t control his strength—his fingers gripped Yu Zhixue’s chin a bit too tightly.
Only when he noticed Yu Zhixue go still did Yu Wenxuan let go, hesitating a moment before reaching up to touch the spot that had just been licked.
Yu Zhixue was still sitting on Yu Wenxuan’s lap, head tilted up and eyes hazy. His mind was blank, leaving only one primal desire.
—He wanted to kiss him.
It had been so long since he’d last kissed Yu Wenxuan.
Drunk as he was, Yu Zhixue had forgotten all about memory loss or hesitation. He simply did what he wanted to do.
He placed his hands on Yu Wenxuan’s shoulders, knees kneeling on the seat, straightened up, and leaned in for a kiss.
But Yu Wenxuan dodged it.
He had sensed what Yu Zhixue wanted to do the moment he sat up. So at the last second, he turned his head aside.
That warm, slightly tipsy kiss ended up landing on the corner of his lips.
Yu Zhixue, unwilling to give up, leaned in again, trying for another kiss.
This time, he wasn’t dodged.
Instead, Yu Wenxuan’s index finger pressed firmly against his lips. His voice was serious, even tinged with command:
“Don’t.”
Yu Zhixue froze, not understanding why Yu Wenxuan rejected him, but he stopped moving. “Why?”
Yu Wenxuan pulled him back into his arms, restraining any further movement.
“Because I don’t kiss drunk people.”
The voice in his arms sounded dejected. “You’re mean to me.”
Yu Wenxuan: “…”
These past few days, he had eaten with him, slept with him, even braided his hair and made breakfast—and now he was still being called mean.
He looked down at Yu Zhixue, who was buried in his chest and silent. After a long pause, he could only land a light smack on his butt and said lazily, “Ungrateful little brat.”
By now, the car had pulled up to the gates of the villa district.
Seeing that Yu Zhixue still looked relatively alert, Yu Wenxuan asked, “Want to get out and walk by yourself?”
Yu Zhixue glanced out the window, slid off his lap, and stepped out of the car.
Yu Wenxuan followed behind but quickly regretted his decision to let a drunk man walk on his own.
Yu Zhixue walked with a surprisingly steady gait—not swaying at all—but the problem was that he kept veering off course.
And the worst part was that he had no idea he was doing it. He just kept walking forward with a blank expression. At one point, he almost walked straight into someone else’s house.
Yu Wenxuan rushed forward and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him back.
So it went, wrong turn after wrong turn, pull after pull—until they finally stumbled their way home.
Once inside, Yu Zhixue suddenly seemed to regain all sense of direction. He beelined to the couch, plopped down, and snuggled into his beloved pillow. With it secured in his arms, he dazed out.
His motions were so smooth and practiced that Yu Wenxuan almost believed that whole lost-in-the-street act was a deliberate act of revenge.
But watching him rub the pillow like a little fool, he dismissed the thought. He clearly just wasn’t the brightest at the moment.
Yu Wenxuan never knew Yu Zhixue had such a habit. The person he knew was always proper and poised, never curled up like this, eyes barely open.
Still… it was undeniably adorable.
Yu Zhixue’s pants had ridden up a bit, revealing his slender ankle. Yu Wenxuan crouched down and gave it a light touch—no chill. Shouldn’t catch a cold tonight.
Yu Zhixue shrank back slightly but didn’t say anything, and Yu Wenxuan pulled his hand away.
He headed to the kitchen to make honey water to help them sober up. After rummaging through the cabinets, he found the jar.
He drank his cup first, then walked out with Yu Zhixue’s.
Even after bringing it right in front of him and shaking it a little, Yu Zhixue remained unresponsive.
With no choice, Yu Wenxuan placed the glass on the coffee table and tugged the pillow out of his arms.
That finally got Yu Zhixue’s attention. He reached out blindly toward Yu Wenxuan, clearly wanting his pillow back.
Yu Wenxuan had no guilt about stealing from a drunk and shoved the honey water into his hands.
“Drink this, and I’ll give it back.”
Seeing him finally sip from the glass, Yu Wenxuan stood up. He grabbed the pillow and gave it a squeeze—soft and squishy.
It seemed like it had absorbed some of Yu Zhixue’s scent after being hugged all the time.
Once Yu Zhixue finished the drink, he beckoned to Yu Wenxuan. Thinking he wanted to return the glass, Yu Wenxuan walked over.
But Yu Zhixue, seemingly sobered up a bit, sniffed himself and said, “I smell kinda gross.”
Yu Wenxuan leaned in and sniffed. “Do you?”
Yu Zhixue replied clearly, “Smells like alcohol. I want to take a shower.”
So the alcohol thing was a general issue—not just targeted at him. Yu Wenxuan had thought the “no kisses after drinking” rule only applied to him.
He took the glass, set it down, and led Yu Zhixue to the bathroom.
Letting a drunk person shower alone made Yu Wenxuan uneasy, so before leaving, he reminded him, “I’ll be right outside. If anything happens, call my name.”
Time passed quickly outside the bathroom, and Yu Wenxuan didn’t hear a sound.
He knocked and called Yu Zhixue’s name several times—still no response.
Worried something had happened, he pushed the door open and entered.
The room was filled with steam. Through the mist, he saw Yu Zhixue had just put on his bathrobe and hadn’t had time to open the door yet, facing him with slightly dazed eyes.
Yu Wenxuan knocked lightly on his forehead.
“I was calling you outside—why didn’t you answer?”
Yu Zhi Xue’s lashes were still damp, hair dripping wet. He replied slowly, “I didn’t hear.”
Well, since he was already inside, Yu Wenxuan picked him up and carried him out. After setting him down and seeing how his wet hair was dripping, he went back to grab a towel.
He’d never dried someone else’s hair before, so he tried to be gentle. But Yu Zhixue still ended up with messy hair, swaying with every swipe of his hand.
When his hair finally stopped dripping, Yu Wenxuan smoothed it down a few times, grabbed a blow dryer, and sat on the edge of the bed.
Yu Zhixue, very used to being pampered, crawled over and laid his head on Yu Wenxuan’s lap, tossing his hair back to hang off the bed.
As the dryer hummed and Yu Wenxuan gently combed through his hair, Yu Zhixue began to feel drowsy and let out a yawn.
His hair was long, and Yu Wenxuan wasn’t experienced, so it took a long time to dry.
Finally done, Yu Wenxuan gave his now-dry hair a final touch and called softly, “All done. Go sleep on the bed.”
Yu Zhixue sat up, gathered his hair into his arms, eyes half-closed.
“Let’s sleep together…”
Yu Wenxuan declined. “No.”
First, his kiss was rejected. Now, even sleeping together was refused. Yu Zhixue felt a bit wronged.
Yu Wenxuan looked at his scrunched-up brows and pouty face and teased, “I thought you didn’t like the smell of alcohol. Don’t I stink now?”
Yu Zhixue blinked in confusion and leaned in to sniff him.
Yu Wenxuan stayed still, letting him sniff around.
Most of the scent was gone, but there was still a faint trace. Once Yu Zhixue detected it, he pushed him away and scooted to the far side.
“Then you go shower. I’ll wait for you,” Yu Zhixue said, flopping back onto the bed.
Yu Wenxuan almost laughed out loud. He was the one reminding Yu Zhixue about this in the first place, but now that he actually had to shower, Yu Zhixue looked so smug.
What was this? Use and toss?
And with Yu Zhixue in this state, by the time he got out of the shower, he’d likely already be asleep.
Still, seeing him curled up in bed, Yu Wenxuan went to get fresh clothes and headed to the bathroom.
He washed quickly. When he returned, Yu Zhixue was already breathing evenly, eyes shut.
Yu Wenxuan leaned over and gently called his name, but as expected, there was no response.
He lifted the blanket and slipped in, only to find that Yu Zhixue was still hugging his own hair.
Carefully, Yu Wenxuan pulled it free and finally pulled Yu Zhixue into his arms.
Aside from the unconscious cuddling during sleep, this was the first time he’d held him while fully awake.
The room was completely dark. Yu Wenxuan could barely make out Yu Zhixue’s features. He leaned close and whispered,
“Good night.”
He didn’t expect a reply—but suddenly, Yu Zhixue’s voice drifted up, catching him off guard.
He’d promised to wait for Yu Wenxuan, so even in his dazed state, he hadn’t fully fallen asleep.
As his brow brushed Yu Wenxuan’s lips—like a kiss on the forehead—he murmured, “…Good night, gege.”
At that moment—
Yu Wenxuan heard the sound of his own heartbeat loud and clear.