What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Let’s Sleep Together Tonight…

Just as Song Cun looked ready to disassemble 2099 into spare parts, Qi Yan stepped in and said,

“There should be spare sheets and blankets at home.”

2099 seized the opportunity and dashed away like lightning.

Qi Yan gave Song Cun a smile.

“You must be tired. Go take a shower first—I’ll make your bed.”

“Oh.”
That awkward feeling crept back over Song Cun, and he turned and went upstairs.

After showering in his room, Song Cun heard his phone ring. While towel-drying his hair, he answered the call.

On the other end, Lin Wan wailed dramatically, “Song Cun, my brother’s coming back to China! My brother’s coming back!!”

Thankfully, Song Cun was well-prepared. Whenever Lin Wan called, he’d hold the phone a bit farther away.

Only after Lin Wan finished his howl-fest did Song Cun respond,

“So what? Let him come back. What, you’re scared he’s going to steal your company?”

“If he would steal it, I’d gladly hand it over! Then maybe I could stop losing hair every day!”

“It’s my parents—they’re making him come back to help me. It’s terrifying! You know what he’s like—perfectionist, strict, demanding. I swear the days ahead are going to be hell!”

Lin Wan’s older brother, Lin Bozhou—Song Cun had only met him once or twice. They weren’t close, but it was obvious at a glance he was the elite, high-achiever type.

Lin Wan kept rambling endlessly. From the sound of it, he’d been worn down by the stress of learning to socialize and do business lately.

Listening to him drone on, Song Cun started yawning. Glancing at his empty bed, he wondered—Qi Yan had said earlier he’d come help make it. Had he forgotten?

Just as that thought crossed his mind, there was a soft knock at the door.

Song Cun cut Lin Wan off, “I’ll listen to your rant in person next time—hanging up.”

He opened the door—and was immediately greeted by a faint, clean scent of fresh shower gel. Qi Yan had already showered, changed into pajamas, and stood there holding a set of sheets and a comforter.

“Thanks, I can do it myself.”

Song Cun reached out to take them, but Qi Yan looked at his still-damp hair and said, “I’ll make the bed—you go dry your hair. Don’t catch a cold.”

By the time Song Cun came out with dry hair, Qi Yan had already finished putting on the sheets.

“This blanket’s too thin.”
Qi Yan spread the comforter and realized it was a light summer one. He folded it up again.
“I’ll go grab the thicker one from my room for you.”

“No need—ahchoo!”

Song Cun had wanted to refuse, but suddenly let out a sneeze. His pajamas were a bit too thin, and earlier he’d sat around with wet hair listening to Lin Wan’s nonsense.

“Did you catch a chill?”
Qi Yan immediately wrapped the light comforter around Song Cun and guided him to sit on the bed.
“Don’t move. I’ll go get the thicker one.”

Song Cun sniffled, curling up in the comforter while watching Qi Yan leave—and soon return with a heavier quilt in his arms.

Qi Yan spread it out and carefully tucked it around Song Cun like he was a precious little baby. The warm, clean scent of his shower lingered in the air, soothing and close.

Before leaving, Qi Yan asked,

“Do you want me to turn off the light?”

Wrapped up snug in the warm, fresh-scented comforter, Song Cun suddenly remembered—this was Qi Yan’s usual blanket. His cheeks heated up instantly.

Trying not to show it, he buried half his face in the blanket and mumbled,

“Mm… you can turn it off.”

Click—
The room dimmed.

Suddenly, Song Cun blurted out,

“The night light! Turn on the night light!”

Qi Yan quickly turned it on.

“Sorry—I didn’t know you were afraid of the dark.”

“Did I scare you?”
Qi Yan crouched by the bed, gently patting Song Cun’s back over the covers to comfort him.

The other night, when Qi Yan had quietly come in to check on Song Cun while he was sleeping, he’d noticed the night light was always left on.

Now Qi Yan felt guilty—he had forgotten such an important detail. And Song Cun really seemed afraid of the dark. Even through the blanket, Qi Yan could feel his unease.

It had been a long time since Song Cun had felt this kind of panic. The moment the room went dark, an image of Song Huai flashed through his mind.

When he was little, his older brother Song Huai had locked him in a pitch-black room where he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face. Since then, he’d developed a fear of the dark.

Qi Yan’s voice gently coaxed in his ear,

“Cun Cun, don’t be scared… don’t be scared. I’ll stay here until you fall asleep…”

His large, warm hand continued to pat Song Cun’s back in soothing rhythm.

After a long moment, Song Cun managed to calm his pounding heart. He slowly pulled the blanket down, revealing his face.

Under the soft glow of the night light, Qi Yan’s face looked especially gentle and warm.

Song Cun said softly, “…Let’s sleep together tonight.”