WS - Chapter 160
Chapter 160
When Song Shiyue walked Feng Qianqian back, Ning Chuyang, who had lifted the tent flap to greet them, reminded her to mix the hot water boiled in the thermal storage box when taking a bath. Song Shiyue had been working for so long and was so hot she really wanted a cold shower, but after Song Shiyue sent Feng Qianqian inside, Ning Chuyang stood at the tent entrance instead of leaving, yawning continuously while staring at her, as if seeing right through her intention not to behave.
What else was there to say? Song Shiyue could only carry the hot water to the bathroom. Since she had brought it in, and it had taken firewood and manpower to boil, a frugal person like Song Shiyue who had rolled out of the apocalypse definitely couldn't just pour it down the drain. So she took a bath that was warm to the point of being a bit scalding.
A cold shower had the refreshing feel of a cold shower, while a hot bath had the comfort of a hot bath. Song Shiyue went in steaming hot and came out piping hot.
She entered the tent before the cool night breeze could even blow away the heat clinging to her body.
The quiet tent was just the place for a good sleep. As soon as Song Shiyue lay down, she started to doze off within a few breaths, only to be jolted awake by a blanket smashing into her.
What was going on?
In the darkness, Song Shiyue pushed aside the blanket that was covering her head and face, and rolled over to glance at Yu Nianbing.
Still facing away, still breathing steadily...
Was she asleep?
Song Shiyue felt a bit puzzled. She raised her hand and gently tapped Yu Nianbing on the back.
Quiet.
It remained just as quiet.
Oh, she was asleep.
Song Shiyue lightened her movements, scooped up the blanket from her own body, and draped it back over Yu Nianbing.
The weather hadn't cooled down yet, and the tent was so small. These past few days, they had always shared a single blanket between the two of them.
But right now Song Shiyue was very hot, so she naturally only covered Yu Nianbing, leaving the rest of the blanket piled between them.
Song Shiyue let go, and the edge of the blanket just covered most of Yu Nianbing's shoulders.
Very good, perfect.
Satisfied, Song Shiyue closed her eyes again.
Sometimes, what was the use of having great strength? What was the use of having good eyesight and hearing? Without a shred of perceptiveness, one was no different from a blind person.
On the new livestream page, StarNet AI seemed even more intelligent. For example, it judged much more accurately when a mosaic should appear and how long it should last. As a result, it broadcasted many scenes where people had supposedly left the group to handle personal matters, but had actually gone off in twos and threes to whisper. From this, the viewers had seen Song Shiyue give everything to Yu Nianbing before falling unconscious, heard the secret plotting between Zhao Da and Zhao Er, and right now, they were also watching exactly how that blanket had smashed onto Song Shiyue's body once, and then once again.
"Hahaha, does Song Shiyue really think Yu Nianbing is asleep? Look at how careful she's being while helping cover her with the blanket. Is she really afraid of waking someone who isn't even asleep?"
"My Sister Song really is... strong in power but even stronger in denseness. How many nights has she slept with Yu Nianbing now? Can she really continue to think it's a coincidence when a blanket gets smashed at her twice in a row?!"
"So now the question arises: why did Yu Nianbing smash the blanket at Song Shiyue?!"
"Because love~~ won't easily turn to sorrow~~ so Sister Song looks like she was smashed awake~~~"
"What else could it be? After going through so much trouble to nurse someone back awake, she turns right around to go hug another girl, and even chats and laughs with her for half the night. Yu Nianbing just smashing the blanket is already being nice; with my explosive temper, I'd probably have smashed the tent."
"Why does this phrasing feel like you've finally raised a cabbage with great effort, only for it to be rooted up by the neighbor's pig, hahaha."
"Who could have imagined? Yu Nianbing, who keeps people at a distance in the entertainment industry and is aloof to everyone, the one whose fans even call her Little Ice Block, is acting so feisty while being jealous right now~~"
"I just love watching this kind of 'being dense feels good for a moment, but chasing your wife leads to the crematorium'!"
"I really want to borrow Sister Song's great strength to chop her brain open and enlighten her. Little Ice Block truly has it hard; it makes Little Mooncakes who originated from Little Ice Buckets like us feel like our hearts are going to ache to death watching this."
"So now the new question arises: can our student Little Ice Block use this seemingly thin summer blanket to smash Song Shiyue into enlightenment?"
"Place your bets, place your bets! Type 1 for 'can', type 2 for 'cannot'~~"
"2"
"2!"
"2222!"
"2 to the Nth power!"
"Don't even ask. If you ask me, my keyboard only has the number 2 on it!"
...
If the blanket was as soft as cotton, then Song Shiyue's skull was as hard as iron.
After using the blanket to throw a minor fit twice, only to receive two careful re-coverings in return, Yu Nianbing also lost her temper.
What else could she do...
These were feelings that shouldn't have been born in the first place.
Hadn't she known it before? It was precisely because she knew, because she was afraid, that she had been unwilling to face them, pushing them back down every single time.
Then what did this count as right now...
Yu Nianbing clearly knew that Song Shiyue hadn't done anything wrong, and she herself didn't have any standing to care about it, yet this unhappiness was so blatant, so impossible to suppress...
However, Yu Nianbing wasn't one to make a scene without reason. Smashing the blanket twice was already her limit.
Her heart still felt uncomfortably blocked up, but the anger wedged in her chest that was almost threatening to burst her heart had vented out just a little bit, and she had at least managed to recover somewhat.
This was enough; as for the rest... she would just digest it on her own.
Yu Nianbing thought this way, or rather, forced herself to firmly think this way, but her souring eyes were uncooperative, letting the pillow gradually become stained with dampness.
Meanwhile, Song Shiyue, who had been smashed awake twice by the blanket, also couldn't quite find her previous drowsiness for a moment. But tomorrow still held tomorrow's tasks, so Song Shiyue still closed her eyes, adjusted her breathing, and tried hard to enter a state of sleep.
However, wanting to sleep when one was tired and trying hard to sleep were simply two different things.
Song Shiyue easily picked up on the unsteady breathing of the person next to her.
Was she... having a dream?
Just as Song Shiyue was about to open her eyes, she felt Yu Nianbing sit up.
Oh, so she was awake.
And she was even leaning toward her side?
Getting up to use the toilet?
Then she herself, sleeping on the side near the tent entrance, needed to make way.
Thinking this, Song Shiyue opened her eyes.
Oh, this damnably good eyesight.
Song Shiyue watched helplessly as Yu Nianbing's right index finger approached, and then laid horizontally in front of her nose.
That finger was so close—so close that Song Shiyue could clearly smell Yu Nianbing's scent and feel the warmth radiating from it.
Inexplicably, with a hint of nervousness mixed into her surprise, Song Shiyue closed her eyes almost subconsciously.
One open and one close was merely a matter of an instant, so fast that it was as if nothing had ever happened.
Except Song Shiyue failed to realize that her inexplicable nervousness far exceeded her own imagination; she was actually so nervous that she had even held her breath.
"Song Shiyue! Wake up! Wake up, quickly!" And Yu Nianbing, who hadn't detected any breathing, didn't give Song Shiyue any time to wait until she held her breath long enough to realize this fact herself before directly reaching out and starting to shake her.
What caring about her doing a princess carry for someone else, what minding about her spending time with someone else until midnight... all of it was instantly tossed beyond the heavens by Yu Nianbing.
In the face of life and death, nothing else mattered!
Song Shiyue had been in a deep sleep for so long before, and right now she was lying so quietly behind her. Yu Nianbing had merely reached out to check on a whim, just like she had done countless times over the past few days whenever she felt uneasy inside.
But who would have ever thought that this time, she actually wouldn't detect anything.
Yu Nianbing was so shocked by the result of this check that her scalp went numb and her face turned deathly pale. Even when she reached out to grab Song Shiyue's arm, the normal warmth and softness transmitted from under her palm completely failed to make her think any further about it.
To speak the truth, Song Shiyue really couldn't quite keep up with the development of the current situation.
But whether it was the grabbing and shaking on her arm that could almost be considered Yu Nianbing's maximum strength, or the undisguised panic in that hoarse voice, both made Song Shiyue respond without the slightest hesitation, even if she couldn't keep up with the developments.
Eyes opened, facing each other.
Relying solely on the small campfire outside, the light inside the tent was dim. During Song Shiyue's rapid opening and closing of her eyes earlier, Yu Nianbing had been right in the middle of leaning over to check on her, and had just happened to miss it.
But now, with their four eyes meeting, the two of them could see each other clearly.
"What's wrong?" Song Shiyue reached out and covered Yu Nianbing's hand, which was tightly gripping her arm, the moment she opened her eyes.
Beneath her palm, that tense back of the hand was stiff with pronounced knuckles; it was icy cold to the touch.
"You... weren't breathing just now..." Yu Nianbing's hand didn't loosen just because Song Shiyue had woken up. As she said this, her entire body even shuddered, and mixed within her words were the faint clicks of her teeth knocking against each other uncontrollably.
Okay, Song Shiyue had finally caught up to the situation.
"I'm fine, I just..." Thinking of the inexplicable nervousness that had sprung up in her heart just now, Song Shiyue instinctively felt a bit... too embarrassed to tell the truth.
But when it came to a lie, Song Shiyue also had no way to just open her mouth and let one fly...
"Just now, I heard the sound of you getting up, and then when I opened my eyes, weren't you coming over to check my breathing? I got nervous, and probably forgot to breathe for a moment... You know, right? Sometimes people don't do it on purpose; they just unconsciously hold their breath for a second. It's not that I wasn't breathing, I held it myself, and I knew it myself, so don't worry..." In the end, Song Shiyue still surrendered to Yu Nianbing, whose condition was already a complete mess.
What inexplicable nervousness, what embarrassment she still couldn't quite figure out—how could any of that compare to the person right in front of her who was so worried about her that her entire being was almost unwell from the anxiety?
Yu Nianbing's brain buzzed. Even though she had already believed Song Shiyue's words in her heart, her mouth still subconsciously confirmed, "Really?"
"Really. Why would I lie to you? I truly knew it myself; it wasn't that I fell asleep and stopped breathing and am now making up a story to fool you. Were you dreaming earlier? Did you have a very exhausting or not-so-good dream? Try to recall. Because I heard your breathing become heavier and somewhat unsteady. This should be able to prove that I'm truly fine and not lying to you, right?" Song Shiyue was so eager to prove herself that she blurted out everything she could think of all at once.
Yu "Unsteady Breathing Equals Crying Secretly" Nianbing: "..."
At this moment, Yu Nianbing's mood could not be more aptly described than by a danmaku from a viewer on StarNet who had watched the entire misunderstanding unfold.
"If I, Yu Nianbing, ever worry about you, Song Shiyue, kicking the bucket again, I'm a pig!"
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