hollywood billionaire

Chapter 551 Who Heals Whom

When Xu Yiru woke up peacefully on the king bed in the master bedroom of One57#79, the whole room was still pitch black.

However, this wasn't because she woke up too early, before dawn. Xiaoru turned over, picked up her phone from the bedside table, pressed the unlock button, frowned slightly, and stared at "10:34" at the top of the screen for several seconds before her sleeping brain finally woke up and understood the meaning of the number.

She hadn't gotten up this late in a long time, and she hadn't slept this soundly in a long time either.

Xiaoru yawned, her gaze shifting 180 degrees from her phone, which had been placed back on the bedside table—her eyes first fell on the closed curtains, then continued to move, finally stopping in front of Han Yi's face.

Xu Yiru found it hard to describe the feeling of waking up after a good night's sleep and seeing her beloved lying next to her.

If she had to sum it up in words, she thought it would be a poem by the Pakistani poet Faiz Ahmed Faiz:

Now that you've come, please don't leave.

Stay. Let the world return to its original state:
Let the sky be just the sky.
A road is just a road.

Let this glass of wine cease to be a mirror and remain merely a wine glass.

The glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine.
She silently recited the last line of the poem over and over again, then lifted her chin with her hand and began to trace her lover's silhouette with her eyes.

The heavy blackout curtains completely blocked out the noisy morning light of Manhattan, with only a very narrow sliver of light stubbornly seeping in through the gap between the two curtains.

It was precisely this faint beam of light that became the only illumination at this moment, softly outlining the lines of Han Yi's profile.

His breathing was steady and long, and his long, thick eyelashes cast a small fan-shaped shadow under his eyelids, which seemed to tremble slightly with his shallow breaths. His hair was not as meticulously combed as it was during the day; a few strands of black hair fell casually across his forehead, softening his sharpness when he was awake and adding a touch of unguarded naivety.

Xiaoru's gaze lingered greedily, from his brow bone to his straight nose, and then to his lips, which seemed to hold a faint curve even in his sleep. She looked so intently, as if she wanted to deeply engrave this image of Han Yi, which belonged entirely to her, into her heart.

Before long, her tool for copying changed from her eyes to her hands.

I pinched my earlobe—it was still so soft. I imagined taking a bite, just like last night.

Touch the tip of her nose—what excites Xiaoru the most is the hot breath exhaled from there every time their lips intertwine.

Touch the lower lip—

"Aww!"

Han Yi suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and was about to bite Little Rulai, which startled the girl from Taiwan, who screamed and quickly withdrew her hand.

"What are you doing!" Xiaoru exclaimed angrily, grabbing her boyfriend's chin. "You're so annoying... You almost scared me to death, you know?"

"You're the annoying one. You can't sleep, so you come to bother me." Han Yi chuckled.

“You definitely weren’t asleep either, otherwise you wouldn’t have reacted so quickly.” Xiaoru noticed the key point. “Tell me, when did you wake up?”

"Me..." Han Yi yawned leisurely, "I woke up when you were reciting poetry over there, and I listened to it many times."

“What was it again? Oh—The glass of wine, not a mirror, just a…”

"Hey, stop reading!" Xiaoru rushed over and covered Han Yi's mouth, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "You're awake but you're pretending to be asleep, are you trying to embarrass me?"

"Did I embarrass myself? I don't think so." Han Yi grabbed Xiaoru's wrist, took the initiative, and pressed her down beneath him, inching closer. "I think it's—cute—oh—"

“I’m definitely cute!” Xiaoru used her free hand to block between the two of them. “But you’re different, you’re smelly… You’re not allowed to kiss me.”

Xu Yiru didn't know how the male and female protagonists in romance movies could kiss without brushing their teeth as soon as they woke up... She just couldn't accept it.

"You have no choice." Han Yi grabbed her hand as well, quickly licked her nose with the tip of his tongue, and before she could react, he rolled off the bed and ran straight to the bathroom.

"Han Yi!" Xiao Ru, who had been stunned for two seconds before recovering from the shock of the sudden attack, gritted her teeth and chased after him. But when she entered the bathroom, she found Han Yi already there, waiting for her with a wet washcloth.

"Little kitten." Han Yi put his arm around Xu Yiru and began to wipe her face, while also putting a toothbrush with toothpaste in her mouth. "Good morning."

"Good morning." Xiaoru, who hadn't really gotten angry to begin with, instantly turned into a docile kitten, letting Han Yi do as he pleased, and mumbled a reply.

"Come on, you wash up here, I'll go wash up over there." Han Yi pressed down on Xu Yiru's shoulder, placed the delicate and cute doll-like girl in front of the nearest sink, and then walked through the shower and bathtub toward another sink.

The wet and dry separation of One57#79 is achieved by directly dividing the grooming and dressing areas of the male and female owners into two separate sections.

"How did you like yesterday's show?" Han Yi's voice drifted over from afar. "Was it good?"

"It's...not bad." Trying to recall the plot of Westworld in her mind, Xiaoru found that she couldn't remember a single line. She only remembered that she seemed to see the male protagonist taking a train to a small western town, and then...the scene in her memory became Han Yi's face buried in her chest.

It's actually pretty good...

It must be said, it was absolutely wonderful.

Xiaoru couldn't imagine how wonderful it was if it hadn't even reached the final step yet; how much more wonderful that final step must have been...

Her body involuntarily recalled the stimulation she had experienced the previous night, and Xiaoru felt that her reflection in the mirror was becoming increasingly blurry.

"Not bad? Which part of the story did you like the most?"

"..."

Xiaoru's silence made Han Yi's voice sound even more smug when it came through again.

"Did you miss some parts of the plot? Westworld is indeed a bit complicated, how about we watch it again tonight?"

"Dream on, I want to watch it again." Xiaoru rolled her eyes, then suddenly had an idea and raised her voice a few decibels, "Do you remember the plot from last night? Can you explain it to me, Yi Yi baby?"

"..."

This time, it was Han Yi who remained silent.

This silence made Xiaoru feel as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

This sweetness is also mixed with a touch of smugness from winning the lover's heart.

Xiaoru looked down at her fingers, which were as white as jade, and then subconsciously touched her crystal-clear lips, laughing silently.

Although it was my first time doing something like this, I think I did a pretty good job.

Last night, when she looked up, Han Yi's expression of gasping for breath and trying his best to suppress his emotions was no less reserved than hers.

Thinking about it now still makes me shy... but at the same time, I'm also very happy.

Xiaoru, you're amazing!
Let's see if he dares to say he'll teach you a lesson again!
Covering her slightly sore cheeks, Xiaoru laughed even more freely and heartily.

"Xiaoru...are you laughing?"

"No, nothing." Xiaoru paused her internal monologue, her expression turning serious as she changed the subject, "What are your plans for today?"

"I'll listen to you." Han Yi's answer was exactly what Xu Yiru expected. "What are your thoughts? Do you want to stay at home, or go out and have fun?"

"Let's go on a date," Xiaoru replied after thinking for a moment. Actually, she would love to spend the whole day at home with Han Yi, sticking together like two pieces of clay, endlessly repeating their movie-watching activities from the previous night. After all, she was a girl with normal needs, and it was hard not to indulge in those pleasures when spending time with someone she liked. However, their time alone together was actually quite short. Tomorrow afternoon, she would be embarking on her journey back to Taipei, saying goodbye to her boyfriend.

Therefore, she hoped to use these precious 24 hours to go to different places with Han Yi and create more precious memories.

"Okay, where to go?"

“Let’s go to the bookstore first. I want to buy some new books to read on the plane, so I can read them when I’m back in Taipei without you.”

"Then, I'd like to go to MoMA with you and visit the museum."

(End of this chapter)