78: Chapter 78 Peaceful Days

Su Bai glanced towards the kitchen.

The glass door was left slightly ajar, and he could see Song Qian's busy figure.

She was wearing an apron and cooking; the spatula moved back and forth, and steam rose into the air.

She was a girl who... although appeared cold and aloof on the surface, was actually quite obedient and well-behaved in private.

He hadn't expected that Song Qian would, in the car...

Song Qian seemed to sense something; she turned her head to look outside the kitchen, met Su Bai's gaze, and smiled faintly.

Su Bai felt that this look of hers was somewhat familiar.

The look his subordinates gave him was one of awe.

The look his opponents gave him was one of wariness.

The look Song Qian gave him was one of longing and subservience.

The last person to look at him this way was Yin Suwan.

Half an hour later.

"Dinner is ready."

Song Qian walked out carrying a tray with several dishes on it.

Su Bai stood up and walked over to the dining table.

Four dishes and one soup.

A plate of shredded pork with green peppers, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a plate of stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a plate of braised chicken wings.

The soup was seaweed and egg drop soup, steaming hot.

They were all home-cooked dishes; the presentation was average, but they smelled quite good.

Song Qian scooped two bowls of rice and set the chopsticks.

"Try it," she said, sitting down opposite him, "though it's definitely not as good as what you make."

Su Bai picked up his chopsticks and picked up some shredded pork with green peppers.

The taste... was ordinary.

Neither too salty nor too bland, standard and conventional; it was just the taste of home-cooked food made by an ordinary family.

He also tasted the scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

The eggs were a bit overcooked, but the tomato juice was plentiful.

The braised chicken wings were stewed until very tender, but the flavor was on the bland side.

The soup... was just the taste of seaweed and egg drop soup.

Su Bai put down his chopsticks and looked at Song Qian.

Song Qian was watching him, a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

"How is it?"

Su Bai thought for a moment.

"It's okay."

Song Qian's eyes immediately curved into crescents with a smile.

"It's okay" was enough.

This evaluation was neither good nor bad.

She lowered her head and began to eat as well.

The two ate in silence, occasionally picking up some food or taking a sip of soup.

The variety show on TV was still playing, filled with laughter.

The night outside the window was deep.

This meal was eaten quickly.

The four dishes and one soup were wiped clean by the two of them.

After the meal, Song Qian cleared the dishes.

The sound of the faucet and the crisp clinking of dishes came from the kitchen. Su Bai leaned back on the sofa, listening to those sounds, feeling a strange and inexplicable sense of peace.

He rarely had moments like this.

In this life and the last, he was alone most of the time.

Eating alone, sleeping alone, handling things alone.

People came and went around him, but no one could truly enter his life.

This feeling was very strange.

But it seemed... not bad.

Ten minutes later, Song Qian came out of the kitchen.

She dried her hands, walked to the sofa, and sat down beside him.

"The dishes are washed," she said softly.

Su Bai nodded, "Rest for a while."

Song Qian nodded and obediently snuggled into his embrace.

The two cuddled on the sofa, each playing on their phones.

By 9:30 PM.

Song Qian looked up at Su Bai, remained silent for a few seconds, her face slightly flushed.

"Master," she spoke, her voice soft, "it's time to sleep."

Su Bai turned his head to look at her.

Song Qian's face was slightly flushed, but her eyes were very earnest.

"I... will serve you."

Su Bai raised an eyebrow, "How so?"

Song Qian pursed her lips, "Whatever you want, you can have."

Su Bai looked at her. He watched for a few seconds. Then he stood up. "Alright."

He walked into his room, and Song Qian followed behind.

The lights in the room were not on; there was only the faint light filtering in from outside the window.

The city lights flickered in the distance, casting mottled shadows on the floor.

Su Bai sat on the edge of the bed, watching Song Qian.

Song Qian stood before him, taking a deep breath.

She reached out, her movements somewhat clumsy, her fingers trembling slightly.

Su Bai's gaze swept over her.

Her figure was excellent. Thin waist, perky hips, long legs.

Her skin shimmered slightly in the dim light, like fine silk.

Song Qian stood there, letting him look. Her face was very red, but she did not avoid his gaze.

"Come here," Su Bai said.

Song Qian walked over. Her body was very soft, carrying an intoxicating fragrance.

Song Qian closed her eyes, her fingers gripping the bedsheets tightly.

The night was long. The city outside the window was brightly lit, and occasionally a car would drive by, making a faint sound.

In the room, there was only the sound of two people breathing. Intertwined together.

After a long time, everything fell silent.

Song Qian curled up, covered by the quilt. Her face was flushed, her eyes half-closed, and there was still a hint of moisture on her eyelashes.

Su Bai leaned against the headboard, one arm around her, holding his phone in the other hand.

She secretly opened her eyes to look at him.

His profile looked very handsome in the dark. A high, straight nose bridge, a sharp jawline, and a prominent Adam's apple.

She remembered everything that had just happened, and her face flushed again.

Su Bai noticed her gaze and looked down at her.

"Can't sleep?"

Song Qian shook her head. "Mm," she replied softly, burying her face in his chest.

Su Bai put down his phone, lay down, and pulled her closer. "Go to sleep."

Song Qian closed her eyes. She could hear his heartbeat, steady and powerful.

She could feel his body temperature coming through the thin quilt.

She had never felt this way before. Being held by someone while sleeping. At ease. Secure. Not having to think about anything.

Her breathing gradually stabilized, and she drifted off to sleep.

Su Bai looked down at her. She was asleep, her face buried in his chest, her eyelashes occasionally fluttering gently like butterfly wings.

He reached out and gently brushed the stray hair from her forehead. Then he closed his eyes.

The city outside the window was still brightly lit. But the room was very quiet. Very warm.

——

When Su Bai woke up, sunlight had already shone through the gap in the curtains, casting a bright strip of light on the floor.

He picked up his phone and took a look. 10:47. He had slept for a full ten hours. It had been a long time since he had slept for so long.

Song Qian was still asleep, curled up. The morning light shone on her face, her skin was so fair it was almost transparent, and her eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyelids.

Su Bai looked down at her. Song Qian asleep was not quite the same as usual.

Usually, she was always cold and aloof, indifferent to everyone, as if separated by an invisible barrier.

But when she was asleep, that barrier disappeared, leaving only the most genuine version of her—quiet, soft, and completely defenseless.

Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing even, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath.

Su Bai watched her for a while without moving.

Another ten minutes passed, and Song Qian stirred. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The first second, she was a bit dazed. The second second, she met Su Bai's gaze. The third second, her face turned red.

She subconsciously wanted to shrink back into the quilt, but she was held by him and couldn't move.

"Awake?" Su Bai's voice had the low hoarseness of someone who had just woken up.

Song Qian nodded. "What time is it?" her voice was muffled.

"Almost eleven."

Song Qian was stunned for a moment, then lifted her head. "It's that late?"

She looked out the window; the sunlight was bright—it was indeed noon. She had never slept in this late before.

Last night... she remembered what happened last night, and her face turned red again.

Su Bai looked at that expression of hers, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

He stood up and put on his clothes. "Take your time to recover; I'm going to take a shower."

Song Qian nodded. Su Bai pushed the door open and left, his footsteps gradually fading away.

Song Qian sat on the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath. She leaned against the wall, slowly stood up, and moved step by step back to her own room.

Changing her clothes and freshening up, she walked into the kitchen.