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Su Siyu had hardly rested at all throughout the night.
Drunken Yan Yu was like a lazy and clingy little cat, which made him understand her a bit more. Her appearance while drunk carried a unique innocence and cuteness. Several times, Su Siyu tried to gently withdraw his arm from her embrace, but the sleepy and dazed Yan Yu held onto him tightly, mumbling some incoherent words. It seemed as if letting go would mean losing everything.
Su Siyu looked at her helplessly, a bitter smile forming in his heart. If it weren't for the fact that Yan Yu was truly intoxicated, with her hazy eyes and flushed cheeks clearly indicating her deep inebriation, he would have doubted whether this little woman was doing it on purpose.
He attempted to softly coax her, but no matter what he said or how he tried to comfort her, it was all in vain. Yan Yu continued to cling to his arm, peacefully sleeping through the entire night. She slept soundly and comfortably, her breathing even and gentle, with a hint of a smile lingering at the corners of her mouth.
However, Su Siyu felt somewhat helpless; his arm was firmly held by her all night long, rendering him unable to move. The stiff and numb sensation spread from his arm to half of his body, as if countless tiny ants were gnawing at his muscles and nerves, making him extremely uncomfortable.
Outside, the sky brightened, and golden sunlight pierced through the bedroom like arrows. In the chaos of last night and taking care of Yan Yu, he had forgotten to draw the curtains.
Su Siyu blinked his slightly sore eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness.
"Xiao Yu," he whispered softly, not daring to call out too loudly.
Yan Yu frowned slightly but merely turned over towards him, her delicate features resembling a child sulking in sleep, showing no signs of waking up.
Su Siyu sighed deeply.
"Xiao Yu?" He called out several times, raising his voice slightly while still keeping it gentle.
Only then did Yan Yu reluctantly open her eyes, which appeared like black gemstones veiled in a layer of mist—dazed yet enchanting.
Her first glance landed on Su Siyu's weary face, startling her into momentary clarity. Just as she instinctively wanted to pull away, she realized that her arms were tightly wrapped around his arm in an ambiguous posture.
"Are you an idiot? Can't you struggle or resist a little?"
Yan Yu quickly released Su Siyi's hand as if it were a hot potato, then hurriedly covered her flushed face with the blanket, leaving only her sparkling eyes visible. Her gaze held a hint of panic and shyness.
Su Siyi silently lamented in his heart. If he were to admit that he had struggled all night, this woman would likely become even more embarrassed.
"I'll go get you some hangover soup," he said, his ears reddening as he spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. He had planned to prepare some soup after she fell asleep last night, but she had clung to him the entire night, leaving him no chance to slip away.
"Mm." Yan Yu buried her head under the blanket, but Su Siyi still heard her soft response. It wasn't until a noise came from the door that she peeked out cautiously.
As Su Siyi rubbed his arm and swayed out of the room, she muttered to herself, "What a fool." Yet, a wave of emotion surged within her.
Although she and Su Siyi were legally married, they had never truly acted as a couple. This was also related to the agreement they signed before their marriage. If asked about their relationship, Yan Yu would think of them merely as cohabitants sharing an apartment, not even reaching the level of true companionship.
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