Chapter 584: Chapter 594: Are you nervous?
Only after finishing speaking did I realize, and couldn’t hold back from opening my eyes and griping.
"Seriously, waking us up in the middle of the night for this? Couldn’t you just go to the hospital directly?"
"It’s just that I trust you more." Qing Yi chuckled and hung up the phone.
He handed the phone back to the drunkard, but saw that the drunkard had closed his eyes again.
Qing Yi could only put the phone back himself.
Since the bedside table was on the drunkard’s side, to put the phone back, he had to lean over him.
Qing Yi bent over, stretched out his hand with the phone, leaned over the drunkard, and placed the phone back on the bedside table, just like before.
It didn’t seem like a big deal at first, but when he felt someone’s warm breath spraying on his neck, Qing Yi was momentarily stunned, only to realize later that this posture seemed a bit... ambiguous.
Qing Yi didn’t dare to let his thoughts run wild. After putting the phone back, just as he wanted to retract his hand, he felt a gaze fixed on him.
Instinctively, Qing Yi looked over and saw that the drunkard, who had previously closed his eyes, was now watching him intently.
The room was dimly lit, with only the moonlight filtering through the balcony casting light inside.
With them being so close, even in the dim light, it was enough to see each other’s expressions clearly.
Qing Yi’s breath suddenly became erratic, and his face started to turn unnatural.
"What are you doing?" The drunkard’s expression was calm, but there was a mischievous smile in his eyes as he asked knowingly.
"I-I was putting the phone away."
"Put it away?"
"...Yeah."
"Then why are you still leaning on me?"
He wasn’t really leaning on him; it was just that Qing Yi’s chest was touching his arm, and he was bent low.
"......
Qing Yi didn’t say a word and nervously lay back on the bed.
His body lay perfectly straight.
Before he could catch his breath, the drunkard propped his head up with one hand, raising his upper body to look at him.
"What are you doing? Not going to sleep?" Qing Yi glanced at him and immediately shifted his gaze to the ceiling.
He noticed that ever since that night he got drunk, the drunkard’s demeanor seemed a bit different.
Hmm... how should I put it?
Much livelier than before, perhaps even mischievous.
He talked more; sometimes, his words were frivolous, and he would even tease him both verbally and physically.
This made him feel a bit... flustered.
He really wanted to know what he had said the night he got drunk.
Actually, it wasn’t that the drunkard had changed; it’s just that he was no longer hiding or avoiding things.
"I can’t sleep."
The drunkard blinked, still propping his head up, staring at Qing Yi.
Damn, those looks are really something~ So damn handsome.
"You... can’t sleep, so why are you staring at me?"
Qing Yi nervously swallowed, clenching his hands at his side, not daring to look at the drunkard.
"If I don’t look at you, then what should I do? I don’t like playing on my phone, and it’s too late to drink. Should I be like you, staring at the ceiling like a corpse, counting sheep?"
"......
Qing Yi couldn’t come up with a response, opened his mouth, and blurted out, "Then, should I make you breakfast?"
"Breakfast? Dude, it’s only two or three in the morning right now."
"......
"You seem quite nervous." The drunkard looked at Qing Yi with a mischievous grin.
"No, I’m not."
Qing Yi denied it outright without even thinking.
"Not nervous? Then why won’t you look at me? What’s so interesting about the ceiling?"
"I......
Hearing the drunkard’s words, Qing Yi instinctively glanced at him, seemingly wanting to prove through actions that he wasn’t nervous.
However, after two seconds, he averted his gaze, lacking the courage, and directly closed his eyes.