Heartbeat

Inside the villa, Bai Xinran and Qin Ya were both live-streaming.

Yu Heng changed his shoes, walked into the living room, and sat down on the sofa.

There was a half-empty bag of potato chips and two empty cans of Coke on the coffee table.

He picked up the remote, turned on the TV, and turned the volume down very low.

The light from the screen flickered in the dark living room.

Yu Heng leaned back on the sofa, thinking about Qin Lu's attitude today.

He had originally planned to spend some time together in the office, just like yesterday.

He's a bit irritable and restless right now.

Suddenly he straightened up, took out his phone and sent a message to Bai Xinran.

Bai Xinran: "Now? I'm live-streaming!"

Yu Heng: "Otherwise, what's the challenge?"

Bai Xinran: "Are you serious?"

The message was immediately retracted, and another one was sent: "Are you serious?"

Yu Heng: "Seriously, now, right now!"

Bai Xinran: "Then... I'll end the broadcast first."

Yu Heng: "We can't end the broadcast."

Bai Xinran: "Are you serious???"

Yu Heng: "Yes, I'm listening."

Bai Xinran: "? But the live stream is full of people."

Yu Heng: "So what? Doesn't this fit your image?"

Bai Xinran: "Okay... I understand."

Bai Xinran got up, walked to the cabinet, and took out the little horse...

Yu Heng turned off the TV, and the living room became completely dark.

He got up and went upstairs. When he reached his room, he paused and turned to look in the direction of Qin Ya's room.

Then he looked away, pushed open his bedroom door, went inside, and closed it behind him.

He didn't turn on the light and just collapsed onto the bed.

The ceiling was a blurry gray in the darkness.

He opened Bilibili, entered Bai Xinran's live stream, turned the volume up to the maximum, and then tossed it aside.

Yu Heng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then the background music in the live stream stopped, and then Bai Xinran's voice came through.

……

The room was very quiet.

Only his own breathing gradually subsided.

Yu Heng had just turned on the light when there was a knock on the door.

"Brother? Are you awake?" Qin Ya's voice came from outside the door.

Yu Heng zipped up his pants and tugged at the hem of his hoodie: "Come in."

The door was pushed open a crack, and Qin Ya poked half her head in, her eyes scanning the room before finally settling on Yu Heng.

She pushed the door open, closed it behind her, and sniffed the air.

"Have you been busy with club matters these past few days?" Qin Ya walked to the desk, her fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on the surface.

She had been livestreaming for three hours, and her throat was a little dry, so her voice was a bit hoarse than usual.

"Yes." Yu Heng sat down on the edge of the bed. "Has your mother come to pick you up?"

"I just went out," Qin Ya turned around, "about ten minutes."

As she spoke, her nose twitched again.

Qin Ya knew what this tasted like.

She saw it online.

She narrowed her eyes, her gaze sliding down until it landed on Yu Heng's hand.

Yu Heng's hands rested on his knees, his fingers long and slender with distinct knuckles.

She took two steps forward, walked up to Yu Heng, squatted down, and took Yu Heng's hand.

This posture forced her to look up at Yu Heng.

"What are you doing?" Yu Heng leaned back, trying to create some distance.

Qin Ya didn't say anything.

She looked up at Yu Heng.

Yu Heng also looked at her, his brows furrowed and his expression not very good.

Qin Ya suddenly grinned.

Yu Heng was stunned for two seconds, and his heart started racing after he came to his senses.

This is the first time since my rebirth.

This impact is quite significant, even for a man approaching thirty.

He withdrew his hand: "You son of a bitch!"

"What did I do wrong?" Qin Ya stood up, hands on her hips. "You were the one doing something naughty in the room."

"Okay, you're awesome." He stood up, walked to the door, and said, "I'm going to wash my hands. You wait here."

"Wait for what?" Qin Ya asked.

"Wait for your mom to pick you up." Yu Heng opened the door. "What else do you want to do?"

Yu Heng went to the restroom.

Qin Ya stood there, staring at the pillow on the ground for a while, then bent down to pick it up, dusted it off, and put it back on the bed.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, her fingers unconsciously gripping the sheets.

The bed sheet was made of gray pure cotton fabric, which felt a bit rough to the touch.

Was Yu Heng lying on this bed just now?

"Pah!" She scrunched up her face and wanted to rinse her mouth.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, splashing and running for a long time.

When Yu Heng returned, his hands were still dripping wet.

The room fell silent.

The air conditioner hummed and blew out warm air.

Qin Ya stared at Yu Heng's profile.

His hair was a little messy, probably from rubbing against the bed while he was lying down.

A few bluish stubble sprouted on his chin, not obvious, but noticeable upon close inspection.

"What are you looking at?" Yu Heng turned his head.

"You're ugly," Qin Ya said.

"Then don't look." Yu Heng turned back.

"I'm going to watch anyway." Qin Ya stood up, walked up to Yu Heng, and brought her face very close. "What can you do about it?"

Yu Heng leaned back, and the chair creaked.

"Qin Ya," he said, lowering his voice, "that's enough."

"I won't." Qin Ya straightened up and pouted. "Why are you being so fierce!"

Yu Heng didn't speak. He suddenly felt that the conversation was somewhat familiar.

He stared at Qin Ya for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and flicked her forehead.

It's not heavy, but it's very loud.

"Ouch!" Qin Ya clutched her forehead. "What are you doing!"

"I'll teach you to behave." Yu Heng withdrew his hand. "If you keep causing trouble, I'll call your mother and tell her that you're not doing your live stream properly and are causing trouble in my room."

"You dare!" Qin Ya glared at him.

"See if I dare." Yu Heng took out his phone and pretended to unlock it.

Qin Ya lunged forward to grab it.

Yu Heng raised his hand, holding his phone high.

Qin Ya couldn't reach it, and even after jumping twice, she still couldn't reach it.

She's 1.5 meters tall, while Yu Heng is 1.8 meters tall; the difference is too obvious.

"Give it back to me!" Qin Ya tugged at his arm.

"Who wants your crappy phone?" Yu Heng shoved the phone back into his pocket. "Sit still and stop fooling around."

Qin Ya was panting, her chest heaving.

She was wearing a loose sweatshirt with a large neckline today, and with her sudden movement, one of her shoulders slipped down.

Yu Heng glanced at it and then looked away.

"Get dressed," he said.

Qin Ya looked down and pulled her collar back up.

"Pretentious." She muttered to herself.

"What did you say?" Yu Heng raised an eyebrow.

"It's nothing." Qin Ya sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs back and forth. "I just feel that you and my mom have been like that, and you're still pretending with me."

"So?" Yu Heng paused for a moment. "What's it to you?"

"So..." Qin Ya tilted her head and thought for a moment, "So you have to try harder to please me, otherwise I'll tell my mom that you're bullying me."

"How did I bully you?" Yu Heng asked.

"You just flicked my forehead," Qin Ya said.

"That's your own fault."

"I don't care," Qin Ya said, swinging her legs. "You have to make it up to me anyway."

"How will you compensate me?"

"Treat me to dinner." Qin Ya's eyes lit up. "I want hot pot, the most expensive kind."