Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I got my wish and slept on Lou He’s abs. Rounding up, that meant I’d slept with Lou He.

But the thing about me is, my greatest talent is taking a mile when given an inch.

“Big babe, my phone’s dead. Can I use yours to scroll through some short videos?”

He didn’t say anything. With one stretch of his long arm, he handed me his phone.

Half the weight lifted from my heart.

A man who could hand his phone to his partner without the slightest hesitation probably didn’t have a stray dog outside.

WeChat: clear.

Weibo: clear.

Alipay, Didi, text messages… I didn’t find any suspicious transfers or location info on any app. Was this man too clean or what?

So clean it made him even more suspicious.

“Babe, you don’t mind if I post a status with your phone, right?”

Above my head, he gave a faint hum.

With permission granted, I immediately took a selfie and posted it to his Moments, tossing out a handful of PDA while I was at it.

Whether it could flush out a dog would depend on this!

In less than three seconds, several replies appeared under the post. Most of them were people laughing and cursing him out for showing off his relationship. Their tones seemed normal enough, and their profile pictures were basically all cats, dogs, scenery, and game characters.

I switched out to scroll through short videos for a while, then switched back. Suddenly, there was a new passive-aggressive comment underneath.

“Heh. So close together.”

The selfie wasn’t even that mushy. It only showed a curtain of my hair and half of Lou He’s rectus abdominis. If you looked closely, it actually had a pretty nice texture.

Seeing how sour the comment sounded, I immediately tapped into her profile picture.

It was the image of a professional woman standing with her arms crossed and a smile on her face. Her heavy makeup made it impossible to tell if she was pretty or not, but judging by the proportions in the photo alone, she really wasn’t short.

Alarm bells blared in my heart, but on the surface, I had to put on an aggrieved look and hand the phone to him to lodge my complaint.

“Big babe, who is this?”

Hearing that, Lou He closed the book in his hand. “What?”

He leaned over, saw the comment, frowned slightly, then took the phone and tapped away at the screen.

After he was done, he handed the phone back to me, the corner of his mouth still carrying a reserved little smile.

I was stunned.

Look at that tiny expression of loyalty. If I hadn’t been whipped by Marxist materialism for the past twenty years, I would’ve suspected someone had taken over his body!

Seeing me stare at him blankly, he seemed a little displeased.

“Lie back down.”

“Oh, right.”

I lay back down stiff as a board, then turned over and asked him in a sneaky little voice, “So you do like being in close contact with me, right?”

His lashes lowered, and the corner of his mouth curved faintly.

“Mm. It’s all right.”

I got up and leaned close to his ear, whispering, “Do you want to be even closer?”

“Not just close contact. We can have zero distance, you know~~”

(Bian Lan: Young man, you need to broaden your horizons.)

Who knew he would wrap an arm around my waist, pull me into his embrace, and turn off the light in one smooth motion? “With all this energy, looks like you haven’t been working enough overtime.”

In the dark, our faces were pressed close together. His intense gaze made my face go red.

“Then I’ll sleep?”

“Mm.”

I closed my eyes and waited for a long time, but his breathing was still ragged and heavy. So I secretly peeked at him, only to find his eyes bright and alert, still studying me in the darkness.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Huh?”

“Mm?”

Under that domineering, forceful question, I stammered, “G-good night, big babe.”

“Good night, little babe.”

He placed a warm, broad hand behind my head and stroked gently, gradually letting me relax.

When I woke the next morning, the space beside me was empty.

I went downstairs and saw Lou He standing with his back to me, on the phone.

Although his voice was very low, his tone was hurried, as though he were discussing something extremely urgent. When he turned and saw me, he froze for a second.

“Mm-hmm. I’m hanging up.”

Then he walked over to me and hooked the slipped strap of my nightgown back onto my shoulder. “Aren’t you cold? Wearing so little?”

How rare. He was actually concerned about me.

Maybe my thoughts were too obvious and written all over my face, because he looked a little awkward. “That was a friend of mine just now. A therapist. I asked them to come over and talk.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Lately, I’ve been a little… anxious.”

“Oh.”

“…Don’t overthink it.”

After saying that, he rubbed the cowlick on top of my head and shuffled away in his slippers.

Fuming, I went upstairs and sat down in front of my vanity, furiously dolling myself up.

I had the day off today. I had a whole day to catch this so-called “friend” of his. Hmph!