The Ice King's Little Trouble Maker
Chapter 18 I’m Not That Kind of Trashy Girl

Chapter 18: Chapter 18 I’m Not That Kind of Trashy Girl

When Gu Yanjing returned to the room, it was already past midnight.

The people in the living room were still cleaning.

He didn’t mind, stood at the doorway, and knocked on the door first. He waited for a while, no response, so he knocked again.

After knocking three times and getting no response, Gu Yanjing opened the door.

The lights in the room were on, the bathroom was quiet.

He walked in and saw the person on the sofa.

Wearing a white bathrobe, a leg rested on the sofa, exposing the gleaming, round toes. Her head leaned back on the sofa, her little red lips slightly parted, hair cascading down the back of the sofa.

The person was asleep.

She held a phone in her hand, and the game on it was still ongoing.

Gu Yanjing stood by the sofa, lifted his gaze to look at the photo on the table, then looked at Qiao Yuxian.

After a while, he called out, "Qiao Yuxian."

Qiao Yuxian was sleeping soundly, no reaction at all.

But... suddenly a voice came from the phone: "What the hell! Qiao Yuxian! There’s a man beside you!!!"

Qiao Yuxian and her friend from the drama crew were on a voice call while playing the game.

They played two rounds, and then Qiao Yuxian fell asleep.

From the moment she went AFK, her friend had verbally attacked her, taking a brief pause just moments before.

Suddenly hearing a man’s voice.

It was chillingly scary.

Gu Yanjing looked at the phone in her hand.

"Qiao Yuxian, where the heck are you?! You fell asleep! And there’s a man next to you!"

No one answered.

"Qiao Yuxian! You behind my back, found a man of your own! You! You!" The woman on the phone was speaking with a trembling voice, "We agreed that sisterhood comes first! But now you secretly find a man behind my back, and at this late hour! Look at your conscience and tell me, when haven’t I shared handsome guys with you first! You’re being selfish!"

Gu Yanjing: "......"

Qiao Yuxian continued to sleep soundly, even smacking her lips once.

No more sounds came from the phone, but soon another call came in.

Gu Yanjing looked at the phone’s note: "Not as beautiful as me."

Feeling the phone’s vibration, Qiao Yuxian opened her eyes. She looked up and met Gu Yanjing’s eyes.

She was confused for two seconds, blinked, sat up straight, her voice slightly hoarse: "Back?"

Gu Yanjing looked at her phone and gave her a reminder.

Only then did Qiao Yuxian remember her phone, picking up the call just before it automatically hung up: "What’s up?"

"What’s up! There’s a man next to you, and you ask me what’s up!"

"How do you know?" Qiao Yuxian glanced at Gu Yanjing, moved, put her leg down, and slipped on her slippers.

Gu Yanjing didn’t look at her again, took out his phone to go through the messages.

"How do I know, I was playing the game with your AFK self when suddenly a man called your name." The woman was furious, "That voice, cold enough to freeze someone! Scared me half to death."

Qiao Yuxian glanced at Gu Yanjing again, casually said: "Oh, you misheard."

The woman gave a sarcastic laugh: "You think I’m an idiot?"

"I thought you were deaf." Qiao Yuxian said calmly, then coaxed, "Alright, alright, I’ll come visit you when I have time, bring you something delicious. Shoot your night scenes, be good, bye-bye."

"You will have ti....."

Before the person finished speaking, Qiao Yuxian hung up the phone.

She looked at Gu Yanjing: "Have the people in the living room left?"

"No."

Qiao Yuxian: "......"

Gu Yanjing put down his phone and said: "You sleep in the bed."

Qiao Yuxian watched him turn and walk towards the dressing room, stood up from the sofa: "What about you?"

"The sofa." Gu Yanjing said.

Qiao Yuxian looked at the sofa: "Gu Yanjing."

Gu Yanjing stopped, turned to look at her.

Qiao Yuxian walked a few steps towards him, initially intending to borrow a piece of clothing to wear, but upon seeing his serious expression, bad thoughts suddenly overtook her.

She stopped in front of him, smiled: "Why don’t... we sleep together."

Gu Yanjing looked at her.

Qiao Yuxian crossed her arms and leaned against the shelf nearby, a smile tugging at her lips: "We’ve been married... um... nearly a month now. According to the progression, sharing a bed isn’t an issue, right?"

There was a certain intensity in Gu Yanjing’s eyes.

Qiao Yuxian’s eyes curled beautifully: "Mr. Gu, rest assured, if you’re unwilling, I won’t force you. We’ll just lay under the covers and purely chat."

Gu Yanjing squinted slightly, a chilly oppressive feeling permeating from the room, gradually closing in.

Qiao Yuxian didn’t seem to feel it, seriously said: "Rest assured. I definitely won’t be the type of trashy girl who casually takes advantage of others. Even if I can’t hold back, I’ll take responsibility for you."

That statement... sounded like something a trashy girl would say.

"Qiao Yuxian." Gu Yanjing’s voice was not loud but extremely light, extremely fierce. Each word was bitten down with great emphasis, carrying immense pressure.

The smile on Qiao Yuxian’s face instantly stiffened, her body instinctively stood upright, mouth tightly shut, eyes wide as she obediently stared at him.

Mr. Gu saw she was being obedient, said nothing more, and turned to enter the walk-in closet.

Qiao Yuxian watched him enter the closet, remembered her own matters, took a few steps forward, and stood at the closet door calling, "Gu Yanjing."

Gu Yanjing ignored her.

Qiao Yuxian clung to the door frame, not looking inside, just calling inward, "Gu Yanjing, could I borrow some of your clothes to sleep in?"

She waited for a while and still didn’t get a response.

"Wearing a bathrobe is a bit inconvenient," Qiao Yuxian finally struggled, her voice small, like she was a little disappointed by not getting a response.

Aside from the sound of a cabinet being opened inside, there was still no response.

Qiao Yuxian held her forehead with one hand, full of regret.

Why did she have to tease him, couldn’t she have borrowed the clothes first and then teased him?

Now it’s great, he’s not responding, and she has no clothes to wear.

Qiao Yuxian regretfully slapped her forehead.

Just as she was doing so, Gu Yanjing came out of the closet and stood beside her.

Qiao Yuxian looked up at him, her expression pitiful, like a little fox with drooping ears.

Gu Yanjing’s expression was as usual, unfathomable. He handed her the loungewear in his hands: "Never worn."

Qiao Yuxian’s eyes lit up, she took the clothes with both hands, giggling, "Thank you."

Gu Yanjing looked down at her, "Go ahead and sleep."

"Should I sleep on the sofa? I’m short, so it would be comfortable for me," Qiao Yuxian said.

"Sleep in the bed," Gu Yanjing said simply.

"Oh." Qiao Yuxian hugged the clothes, pointing to the closet, "I’ll go change first."

She went in, and Gu Yanjing closed the door from the outside, then went to the bathroom.

Qiao Yuxian, after changing clothes, went straight to the bed.

She kneeled on the bed, holding the quilt, and used her phone to reply to a friend who was waiting for a night shoot.

The friend listed many foods she wanted to eat, asking Qiao Yuxian to buy them when visiting the set.

Qiao Yuxian looked at the endless list on her phone screen, tapping her phone to slowly reply: [You’ll look fat on camera.]

The other side replied with a half-edited message, probably pulled off to shoot.

Qiao Yuxian scrolled through the messages again, hearing Gu Yanjing come out, she looked up.

Gu Yanjing was also in loungewear.

His hair was half-dry, pushed back revealing exquisite features, his eye sockets slightly tinged with red.

Under the soft loose loungewear, he exuded a bit of wild aggression.

Qiao Yuxian stared straight at him.

"Aren’t you going to sleep?" Gu Yanjing asked.

Qiao Yuxian snapped back, turned off her phone, looked at him again, saying, "I’m going to sleep now."

Gu Yanjing went to the closet to get a quilt for the sofa, Qiao Yuxian immediately handed him a pillow from the bed. Then went back to the bed.

Once Gu Yanjing was settled, she asked, "Shall I turn off the light?"

"Mm."

She turned off the lights, lay down, covered herself with the quilt, and softly said, "Gu Yanjing, good night."

After a pause, Gu Yanjing replied, "Good night."

The room was pitch black, and silence fell around them.

Qiao Yuxian lay in bed, her hands crossed over her body. After a while, her fingers twitched, and after a while, they twitched again.

After yet another while, she softly said, "Gu Yanjing."

No response.

She asked again, "Gu Yanjing, are you asleep?"

A few seconds of silence, Gu Yanjing said, "What is it?"

Qiao Yuxian chuckled, then there was the rustling sound on the bed. She put her pillow to the foot of the bed and pulled the quilt from the headboard over.

The bedroom sofa faced the bed’s foot somewhat, but because the bedroom was large, there was a three to four-meter distance between the sofa and bed.

Qiao Yuxian turned her head towards the sofa, lying on the bed, covered with the quilt, looking towards Gu Yanjing’s direction, softly said, "Gu Yanjing, you actually don’t have to listen to Grandpa, you don’t have to sleep in the same room with me, right?"

Gu Yanjing didn’t respond.

Maybe influenced by the darkness, Qiao Yuxian’s voice was small as if sneaking around, "Even though you often argue with Grandpa and leave him speechless, when he really wants you to do something, you’ll eventually comply."

Gu Yanjing still said nothing.

"Like how Grandpa wants you to marry me," Qiao Yuxian’s hand dangled off the bed, swinging up and down, "and tonight. You resisted, but when Grandpa persists, you’ll go along with him."

In the dark, Gu Yanjing watched Qiao Yuxian’s swinging hand.

"You really indulge Grandpa..."

"You should sleep now," Gu Yanjing coldly interrupted Qiao Yuxian.

Qiao Yuxian’s swinging hand stopped: "......"

"Early morning at eight tomorrow," he added.

Qiao Yuxian’s mouth twitched, withdrew her hand, turned over, lay still, and said nothing more.

What early eight, disturbs sleep.

Gu Yanjing turned his head to look at her, and after a short while, heard her steady breathing. He averted his gaze, looked towards the desk where photos were, then closed his eyes.