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[Qixi Festival Extra Chapter] Co-living Moments

[Qixi Festival Bonus Chapter] Cohabitation Moments (The End)
Jin Ziyue's head suddenly started buzzing.

He had never seen this side of Fu Qin before. After getting drunk, the girl lost her previous arrogance and became adorably frank.

Hidden beneath the layers of life's pressures, deep within that rational and aloof girl lies a hidden, willful side—a side that seems to unleash her true nature.

This was something Jin Ziyue had never seen before.

"Hold me." Fu Qin's tone was slightly coquettish.

Jin Ziyue's hands were a little stiff, but he still did as she said. The girl's body was very soft, a little warm, and had a faint fragrance.

"How are you feeling?" Jin Ziyue was still a little worried about Fu Qin's health.

"It's so warm, your embrace is so warm." Fu Qin smiled knowingly.

Ugh. That's not what Jin Ziyue was asking.

But talking to a drunk person now is like talking to a brick wall.

Jin Ziyue didn't dare do anything to provoke her into doing anything outrageous, so he gently comforted her, "Then let's go and rest, okay?"

"No!" Fu Qin wriggled out of his arms, stared at him, and said solemnly, "What do you still owe me?"

After saying that, she got up and said, "Wait a minute, I'm going to rinse my mouth."

Jin Ziyue took a deep breath to calm himself down, repeatedly telling himself, "She's drunk, she's drunk."

"Shaking." The sound of a water glass falling.

Jin Ziyue rushed out the door and immediately went to Fu Qin, supporting her: "Be careful."

He was rather helpless.

"I'm done washing." Fu Qin chuckled.

"You're not faking being drunk, are you?" Jin Ziyue asked tentatively.

On second thought, that didn't make sense either. Fu Qin's reputation would be ruined just like that. It wasn't worth it for her to pretend.

"Smack".

Taking advantage of the moment he was thinking, Fu Qin grabbed Jin Ziyue's cheek and launched a surprise attack. She was overjoyed like a child after the successful attack and ran back to her room shouting.

Jin Ziyue's face went numb: "You ran into my room."

Are drunk people really that scary?
Jin Ziyue was in a real bind.

When he returned to the room, Fu Qin was already asleep, but—the bed wasn't very big.

Helpless, Jin Ziyue could only pack his things and prepare to take a blanket to sleep in the living room.

The slight sound immediately caught Fu Qin's attention.

She lay on her side, propped herself up on one side to sit up, and said, "Handsome, let's go together."

"Don't say such frivolous things," Jin Ziyue warned.

"Okay."

Fu Qin smiled slightly: "Have a chat with me."

At this moment, she was surprisingly more lucid, and her eyes became much clearer.

Perhaps her alcohol intoxication comes on quickly and goes away quickly. Jin Ziyue felt he had found hope for effective communication.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Come closer and let's talk." Fu Qin beckoned to him playfully.

Jin Ziyue had never felt so awkward in his own bed before; his face remained blank the entire time.

After he sat down beside her, Fu Qin also sat up and gently nestled against him: "Tell me, are we dreaming today?"

Jin Ziyue didn't know if he was dreaming or not, but his beloved girl was right beside him. Even if it was a dream, it was the sweetest dream.

But stubbornly, he still said, "Yeah, you know what, this dream was pretty scary."

"Stop being so sarcastic," Fu Qin complained, slapping him on the shoulder as he ruined the mood.

"I'm so happy today. I've never been this happy since my parents divorced when I was a child." She seemed to have a hidden meaning in her words.

Jin Ziyue touched her hair without saying a word.

"Remember me, you can't forget me," Fu Qin whispered.

The shadow of her childhood family loomed over her. Often, Jin Ziyue only saw her strength, but never noticed her vulnerability and lack of security.

"Mmm," Jin Ziyue murmured to himself, knowing he would never forget.

"Alright. That's all." Fu Qin sat facing him and said, "I have a few questions for you."

"Go ahead and ask." Jin Ziyue was relieved; Fu Qin seemed to have returned to normal.

Fu Qin gently placed her hand on Jin Ziyue's shirt, her two fingers sparsely moving a couple of steps, and asked, "What is this?"

Jin Ziyue's face stiffened, and he hesitated before saying, "Chest?"

"It's pectoral muscles," Fu Qin corrected.

Jin Ziyue had a bad feeling.

Fu Qin didn't give him a chance, her fingers continuing to trace downwards: "Then what is this?"

"..." Jin Ziyue wanted to roll his eyes. "Abs."

"Yes."

Fu Qin smiled slightly, and then the tingling sensation of her fingers rubbing against the fabric continued to spread, moving downwards. Jin Ziyue grabbed her hand at lightning speed and quickly covered her mouth, warning, "This is a highway, kittens can't drive on highways without a license."

Fu Qin smiled dreamily. Jin Ziyue himself couldn't help but blush a little.

Fu Qin broke free from Jin Ziyue's hand, leaned back and lay down. Perhaps her obsession had been fulfilled this time, and she finally fell asleep peacefully.

Jin Ziyue gazed at his lover's sleeping face; a smile still lingered on her lips.

I haven't seen her smile so brightly in a long time.

Along the way they got to know each other, perhaps it wasn't just themselves who were redeemed.

Jin Ziyue didn't think much of it, turned off the camera as evidence that he hadn't done anything out of line that night, and then went back to the living room to rest with his eyes closed.

The boots were in the living room, and Jin Ziyue was scratching and clawing at them.

Jin Ziyue didn't sleep a wink all night. Perhaps at this moment, he realized that the meaning of cohabitation was far greater than just living together.

It is a ritual that engraves each other into the other's life.

It is a vow, but more importantly, it is a meaning.

postscript
The morning sunlight streamed through the window and fell onto the bed sheets, making the girl's eyelashes shimmer in the sunlight.

The fair skin appeared even more flawless under the light.

Fu Qin slowly opened her eyes. Her head was still a little dizzy. She obviously didn't have much of an impression of what happened last night. Looking at the unfamiliar men's bed sheets, her rationality kicked in and she immediately became alert.

She frowned. Jin Ziyue wasn't there. Looking at her clothes, they were a bit messy, probably because she was a restless sleeper, but at least they were intact.

But how did she end up sleeping at Jin Ziyue's place? She covered her forehead, her memory completely blank.

I can't remember at all.

When she went out, Jin Ziyue was already working out. The boy lifted the dumbbell with ease, and even while brushing his teeth, he could still greet her: "Good morning."

"Good morning." Fu Qin saw that Jin Ziyue's expression was normal, and thought that nothing should have happened last night.

"I bought soy milk and fried dough sticks for breakfast. Wait a moment, I'll heat them up for you."

"No need, I'll go back to my room to wash up," Fu Qin said.

Finally, Fu Qin couldn't suppress her curiosity and tentatively asked, "I didn't do anything out of line last night, did I?"

Jin Ziyue glanced at her with amusement and said, "You're quite self-aware. I've proven my innocence; I recorded a video. You can watch it when you get back."

"Huh? Okay." Fu Qin didn't expect there really to be a video. She also understood that it was Jin Ziyue who created a sense of security for her, and her heart felt warm.

However, when she opened the video, she felt terrible.

"I want a kiss."

"I want a hug!"

Fu Qin's pupils dilated.

"hug me."

What do you still owe me?

Fu Qin got goosebumps.

"Let me ask you a few questions..."

"..."

Fu Qin felt dizzy and disoriented. Something more potent than alcohol surged from her dantian, instantly turning her face from red to white, and then from white to black.

Until I started laughing to myself.

She has turned off the video.

Jin Ziyue was pouring water for the boots when suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream came from Fu Qin's room:
"what--!!!"

Jin Ziyue rushed over and asked at the door, "What's wrong?"

The girl looked utterly dejected and muttered to herself, "I want to move out."

"Huh?" Jin Ziyue tensed up for a moment. "You just moved in..."

"I want to move out, to move off Earth..."

The girl murmured to herself.

Jin Ziyue was speechless: "That luggage must have been quite a hassle."

Fu Qin looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Jin Ziyue, do me a favor."

"what?"

"Kill me, right now." Fu Qin was really about to cry.