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Jin Su had never been to Chengzi's home. For seven years, they had known each other, yet he had never crossed that mysterious threshold. The last time he had been near her apartment, he had merely stood at the door, stealing a glance into the living room. That fleeting moment revealed clean white walls and a gray sofa quietly placed there. Before he could fully grasp the layout of the room, Chengzi hurriedly closed the door, as if hiding some secret.
At the elevator downstairs, he pressed the button for their floor with familiarity, holding Chengzi, who was quite drunk, in his arms. In just this short twenty-minute ride, she had thrown up three times. Thankfully, she still had some awareness and hadn’t vomited on either him or herself.
When the elevator doors opened, Chengzi resisted being carried inside. Jin Su understood that this was her way of expressing her reluctance for him to enter her home. If you don’t want me to come in, then who will take care of you while you’re drunk? He too reeked of alcohol and leaned down to firmly grasp her hand that was trying to push him away.
"You don’t need to take care of me," she said, her delicate brows furrowed in a way that tugged at his heartstrings. Jin Su knew this meant she was about to be sick again.
"Support me; I’ll open the door. You wouldn’t want to throw up all over your doorstep either," he said deliberately, knowing Chengzi had a bit of a cleanliness obsession. That was why he always wore a shirt on their dates; last time, when his shirt got stained with blood, he had kept his jacket on all day just so she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable looking at it.
Her grip loosened slightly, and Jin Su smirked, using his strength to turn the doorknob. The door swung open with a click. As it did, the motion-sensor light in the entryway flickered on.
The living room was spacious and empty. A neat stack of documents lay on the sofa, and two human models were positioned next to it, covered by cloth. Even though they were hidden, Jin Su recognized them at a glance.
"Don’t look around," Chengzi's voice was weak and urgent. Just as she finished speaking, her brow tightened again as she turned toward the trash can and began to vomit once more.
Jin Su quickly patted her back, his movements gentle, hoping to ease her discomfort a little.
Is it because of these human models that you won’t let me look around or enter your home?
Chengzi, you really are quite the patient one.
He sighed softly, gazing quietly at Cheng Hui, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions.
Since I can accept that you are an anatomy professor, why would I be bothered by these things in your home?
You think too highly of me; I’m not that sensitive.
His words struck true, as if he had unlocked a door in Cheng Hui's heart that had been tightly shut for a long time.
Cheng Hui paused for a while before speaking:
I thought you would...
Her voice trembled slightly, laced with uncertainty and worry.
I won’t. After all, I have sides to me that you don’t know about either.
Jin Su's response was concise and powerful, bringing her a small sense of reassurance.
He then picked her up effortlessly, carrying her horizontally.
To the bathroom?
What are you going to do?
Cheng Hui's heart raced wildly.
I’m taking you to wash up. You can barely stand; what else could I do?
Jin Su suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind. Finally, he understood why Chengzi had been subconsciously resisting him all along.
She didn’t want him to see that her life and living environment were filled with things that were difficult to accept as normal.
She thought that once she realized this, she would rebel against it; yet deep down, her feelings were no better than his own.
When Chengzi pushed him away, her heart silently screamed in pain.
She was inherently a person who didn’t like to talk or express herself, living in her own small world—a world where even Jin Su had never truly entered.
Yes, it felt like a long hangover had shattered everything. Yes, despite the lengthy time they spent together through countless joys and sorrows, they still hadn’t managed to truly reach each other’s innermost selves.
However, it was shattered by a bout of hangover.
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