Chapter 191: Too Cute

Song Wanning's heart fluttered slightly at his question. Could it be that he had noticed?

Wen Jingxing was an exceptionally remarkable person; anyone normal would naturally develop a fondness for him.

It was just that the original owner had despised Wen Jingxing from the very beginning, leading to a terribly strained relationship between them. So, when Wen Jingxing asked this, was it because he sensed she was slowly changing?

"You... how did you know I have a favorable impression of you?"

"I... A-Ning!"

Wen Jingxing suddenly reached out and pulled Song Wanning into a tight embrace, holding her firmly against his chest.

Hearing such a response from Song Wanning took him completely by surprise.

Song Wanning was stunned for a moment by the sudden hug, before she added, "Jingxing is such a wonderfully good person. No matter who spends time with you, I think everyone would like you."

Upon hearing this, Wen Jingxing immediately shook his head. Realizing that Song Wanning couldn't see him, he corrected himself, "That's different."

He was only good to A-Ning alone.

"How is it different?"

Wen Jingxing wanted to say it was because A-Ning was the person he loved most in the world, but he remembered Xiao Mi telling him that A-Ning would develop feelings for someone soon, not just yet—so he had to keep his composure!

Just hearing A-Ning directly acknowledge her feelings filled his heart with immense joy.

"A-Ning is special."

Having said just that, he released Song Wanning. "Sit here nicely; I'll go get you some dry clothes."

"Jingxing."

Song Wanning called out to him again.

"Hmm?"

Wen Jingxing turned around to look at her. In the warm, dim glow of the kerosene lamp, his face looked extraordinarily gentle, momentarily mesmerizing Song Wanning.

"Hurry back."

"Alright," Wen Jingxing replied, the smile on his face growing even wider.

After Song Wanning changed her clothes and the two of them returned to the room together, Wen Jingxing's hair was still damp, yet he was meticulously blow-drying Song Wanning's hair.

Her hair was long and thick, making it difficult to dry and requiring quite a long time.

However, Wen Jingxing's movements were gentle, and he maintained a careful distance, terrified that the hairdryer's heat might burn Song Wanning.

She sat on the bed, enjoying Wen Jingxing's scalp massage, feeling so comfortable that she narrowed her eyes, resembling a lazy little cat.

At that moment, Song Wanning opened her eyes and said to Wen Jingxing, "Let me do it myself. Your hair is still wet."

"Be a good girl, it's almost done."

Wen Jingxing stopped Song Wanning's hand.

Yet when he finished drying his own hair, Song Wanning thought she should return the favor and dry his.

But Wen Jingxing refused once again.

He deliberately stood up while drying his hair so that even if Song Wanning wanted to help, there was nothing she could do.

Left with no choice, Song Wanning frowned and lay on the bed, scrolling through her phone out of sheer boredom. However, the internet connection was abysmal, so she decided to chat with Wen Jingxing to pass the time.

She brought up a question that had been lingering in her mind.

"Jingxing, there's something I want to ask you."

Wen Jingxing's short hair had dried quickly. Hearing that Song Wanning wanted to talk to him, and having finished drying his own hair, he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her. "Alright, go ahead."

"Just now at the hot spring, why did you stay away for so long? And you didn't answer when I called you either. You only showed up after something happened to me."

It was just like last time when Jian An'an had harassed Wen Jingxing at the resort, and he had responded with utter indifference.

Wen Jingxing did not answer immediately. Instead, his gaze locked onto Song Wanning with a steady intensity. "Do you really want to know?"

Without thinking much, Song Wanning nodded.

Seeing that she truly wanted to know, Wen Jingxing spoke directly, "I fell into the water when I was a child and almost drowned. Ever since then, whenever I am in water that is even slightly deep, I feel a sense of terror. Although I've tried to overcome it over the years, as soon as I'm in the water, my hands and feet still go stiff."

Song Wanning hadn't expected this to be the reason. "I'm sorry, I accidentally brought up your..."

Instead of letting her finish, Wen Jingxing placed his hand over her mouth to stop her next words. "You don't need to say things like that. The person who saved me back then was you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be sitting here safe and sound today."

Hearing this, a wave of unspeakable sadness washed over Song Wanning. Yet, the person who saved him wasn't her; it was the original owner.

Sensing her unhappiness, Wen Jingxing assumed it was caused by her memory loss. "It's alright, it doesn't matter if you can't remember. I'll take you to all the places we used to visit."

Still, Song Wanning couldn't shake off her melancholy. But she didn't want to make things difficult for Wen Jingxing. After all, Wen Jingxing had it much worse—the person he loved actually had a completely different soul inhabiting her body.

She managed a smile and said to him, "Jingxing, let's go to sleep early. It's getting late."

They could have gone to sleep much earlier tonight, but with all these delays, the night was already deep.

"Alright."

This time, Wen Jingxing finally stopped teasing Song Wanning and quietly lay down beside her.

Since the quilt provided by Xiao Mi was a bit small, he made sure to cover Song Wanning with the large, thick mattress they had requested earlier.

Song Wanning burrowed entirely beneath the quilt, leaving only half her face and two large, wide eyes exposed as she looked at Wen Jingxing.

Seeing a grown man as tall as Wen Jingxing trying to manage under such a small quilt looked terribly discordant no matter how she looked at it.

She lifted a corner of her own quilt and pulled half of Wen Jingxing's body underneath it. "I'll share some of my quilt with you."

Wen Jingxing smiled without refusing, simply saying, "Good night, A-Ning."

The man's voice was very low, carrying a hint of indulgence that made Song Wanning's heartbeat accelerate uncontrollably.

A corner of her mouth curved upward in a smile she couldn't suppress.

Song Wanning simply turned over, facing away from him. "Go to sleep."

Wen Jingxing let out a low chuckle. "Alright."

On the morning of the twenty-sixth day.

Song Wanning woke up earlier than Wen Jingxing once again. This time, she discovered to her shock—why was she wrapped up in Wen Jingxing's arms yet again?!

Wen Jingxing was wearing only a single, thin layer of clothing, with his entire arm exposed as he tightly held Song Wanning, quilt and all, secure against his chest.

She wanted to slip away quietly, but Wen Jingxing's grip was too strong, firmly locking around her waist so that escape was completely impossible.

With no other choice, Song Wanning had to wake him up. "Jingxing, wake up. You're squeezing me too hard."

Before she could even finish her sentence, Wen Jingxing opened his eyes. He looked at Song Wanning, then glanced through the window at the sky outside, noticing it wasn't fully bright yet. "Be a good girl, sleep a little longer. You went to bed late last night."

With that, not only did he refuse to let go, but he even pulled Song Wanning slightly closer to him.

"I can, but let go of me first." Anxious, Song Wanning swatted at his hand.

Wen Jingxing stubbornly refused to release her. Song Wanning protested, "You only hug me while I'm asleep, and now you won't let go—I'm not sleeping with you tonight!"

At that, Wen Jingxing opened his eyes once more, gazing at her with amusement. "Hmm? Are you sure? Who was the one who drifted over to my side in the middle of the night while sleepwalking?"

Propelling her upper body up with her elbows, Song Wanning saw that Wen Jingxing had been pushed all the way to the edge of the bed while the vast majority of the bed behind her remained empty. She instantly went silent.

Silently, she retreated back beneath the covers, pulling the quilt over her head in an attempt to bury the awkward reality of the situation.

Finding her reaction utterly adorable, Wen Jingxing felt his mood soar and chuckled aloud. "A-Ning is just too cute."