Chapter Forty: The Abandoned Psyduck

At that moment, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Luo Yixia hurried over to open it.

Zhou Yun stood outside, her face bright with a smile. “Wenjing told me you’ve had the habit of drinking a glass of milk before bed ever since you were little.”

With that, Zhou Yun carried the milk into the room and set it down on the nightstand.

Song Chengyi had just come in from the balcony.

Looking at Song Chengyi, Zhou Yun said, “From now on, make sure you take care of your own wife. She should have a glass of milk every night before bed.”

Then she left, still smiling.

With Zhou Yun’s interruption, the awkwardness from before vanished without a trace.

Song Chengyi’s attention ultimately landed on Luo Yixia’s loose, damp hair.

It was still wet…

Luo Yixia didn’t understand why Song Chengyi left the room again, but she didn’t think much of it. She knew her hair was still wet and didn’t want to sit on the bed—if water dripped and stained the sheets, that wouldn’t be good. She wouldn’t mind ruining her own bed, but Song Chengyi’s was different.

When Song Chengyi came back in, he had a hair dryer in his hand.

Luo Yixia was already sitting in a chair, but when she saw him come in, she stood up again.

Song Chengyi found an outlet, plugged in the hair dryer, and called out, “Come here.”

By the time Luo Yixia reacted, she was already sitting in the chair, and Song Chengyi was drying her hair.

Even Song Chengyi didn’t know why he was helping her dry her hair, or why he’d towel-dried it earlier. He could have just thrown her the towel and let her handle it herself, couldn’t he?

In the end, he finished drying her hair.

Luo Yixia’s hair was thick and long, making it a hassle to dry. When he was finally done, Song Chengyi let out a breath. Girls really were troublesome—he never needed to use a hair dryer himself, but now he’d spent ages on her hair.

Afterward, Song Chengyi put away the hair dryer, sat down on the edge of the bed, and reached out to touch the glass of milk.

It was still warm.

“Come drink it before it gets cold,” Song Chengyi called.

Obediently, Luo Yixia walked over, picked up the milk, and downed it in one go.

When she finished, a little milk mustache lingered at the corner of her mouth, but she didn’t care at all—she just wiped it with her sleeve.

Song Chengyi didn’t have time to stop her.

Truthfully, Luo Yixia felt a bit uneasy. When she’d slept in the apartment bed before, it had been with Song Chengyi’s permission, but now, this was the bed Song Chengyi had slept in since he was a child. Without his invitation, she didn’t dare lie down—she was afraid Song Chengyi would be annoyed with her.

Song Chengyi waited for a long time, only to see Luo Yixia standing there, looking lost.

“Why are you just standing there? Come up and sleep,” Song Chengyi said, patting the spot beside him.

“Okay.” Luo Yixia broke into a sudden smile, and when she did, a tiny dimple appeared on her left cheek.

It was the first time Song Chengyi had noticed that dimple—he’d never paid attention before, probably because it was so small.

Luo Yixia climbed onto the bed, hugging her Psyduck plush.

Then, clutching the little duck, she showed it to Song Chengyi. “Isn’t it cute? Isn’t it even cuter than you?”

But Song Chengyi’s gaze was fixed on her face—her cheeks were still flushed, making him want to lean in and give her a bite.

Instead, he said coolly, “It’s hideous.”

Luo Yixia pouted but didn’t mind. Clearly, it was adorable—he just had no taste.

In the end, as usual, Song Chengyi read for a while and Luo Yixia played on her phone. Then they turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Not long after, Song Chengyi felt something soft slip into his arms.

He let out a breath, didn’t push her away, and stretched out his arm for Luo Yixia to rest her head on.

Just like that, Luo Yixia slept soundly, utterly content.

Meanwhile, the Psyduck plush, once her pillow, now lay forlorn on the floor.