Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Chapter 201: You Wore My Pajamas

Lin Zhiyi finished showering and put on the guest room’s bathrobe.

Looking at the floor-length men’s robe, she felt strangely puzzled.

She hadn’t examined the inside of the house closely during her last visit.

Now she discovered it bore no trace of Song Wanqiu’s life.

Not even signs of a woman staying over.

Had Song Wanqiu never lived here?

With confusion, she climbed into bed, her thoughts instantly replaced by the soft goose down comforter.

So comfortable.

She rolled over and closed her eyes.

But being unused to the bed, she tossed and turned without sleep, her only option was to close her eyes and count stars.

She didn’t know how many stars she had counted when a sound of a glass falling to the floor came from next door.

Not this trick again!

Lin Zhiyi snorted coldly, turned over, and covered her head with the blanket, ignoring everything.

She didn’t believe that a grown man could get into any trouble in his own house.

But after a while, the next room became utterly quiet.

Lin Zhiyi poked her head out from the blanket, staring at the ceiling, and listening—absolute silence.

Could he have... fainted?

Recalling Li Huan’s advice, Lin Zhiyi still got up and ran next door to knock on the door.

"Uncle? Uncle? Are you all right?"

"Uncle, I’m coming in."

Lin Zhiyi cautiously pushed open the door.

The room was pitch black, except for a sliver of light from the door crack, the whole room was like a light-proof chamber.

She fumbled for a long time but couldn’t find the light switch; she had to adjust to the dark and slowly walked into the room.

She bumped into the foot of the bed and followed the edge up until her palm touched something scorching, that’s when she belatedly realized she was touching Gong Chen’s body.

She recoiled in panic, freezing in place.

Strange, she had been inside for so long, why hadn’t he reacted at all?

Gong Chen was usually highly alert; even without Chen Jin’s presence, he had the ability to fend off ten men, it was impossible for him not to notice her entering the room.

After snapping back to reality, Lin Zhiyi felt a sticky sensation on her palm.

Realizing something was wrong, she quickly knelt and found the bedside lamp.

The light flashed on, she instinctively shielded her eyes, then, after adjusting, she noticed the man on the bed with furrowed brows, his strained muscles covered with a layer of cold, shiny sweat beads.

Even the pillow was dampened with hair.

Seeing his fists clenching continuously, crimson peeking through his finger gaps.

Lin Zhiyi had seen a similar scene when she was a child.

A kid next door was sleeping in bed when suddenly he became rigid as if someone controlled his body, occasionally convulsing.

Sometimes he would accidentally hurt himself badly.

The elders said it was a nightmare.

As Lin Zhiyi tried to pry open his blood-seeping hand, a suppressed voice came from above.

"Lin Zhiyi..."

She paused, thinking she had heard wrong.

The man murmured again in a low voice, "Lin Zhiyi."

In a daze, Lin Zhiyi’s hand was grasped and yanked hard, and she fell onto the bed.

By the time she thought to resist, she was already pinned down by the man.

"Lin Zhiyi."

He slowly opened his eyes, his sweat-dampened hair messily spread around, his deep, ink-soaked eyes intensely fixing on her.

Lin Zhiyi’s gaze met his under the lamp light, her heartbeat skipped, a hard-to-describe feeling surged.

For a moment, she thought she saw Gong Chen from a past life.

Sometimes, he would gaze at her in that way too, profound and complicated, as if he had thousands of words to say, yet all that remained was endless silence.

Lin Zhiyi frowned, about to speak, when Gong Chen broke the silence first.

"Are you all right?"

"Uncle, you had a nightmare. I’m fine, please let me go now."

Gong Chen visibly relaxed, "If you’re fine, that’s good."

Lin Zhiyi had no idea what he was talking about, all she knew was that his proximity was making it hard for her to breathe.

She pushed the man on her, oblivious that the loose bathrobe had already come undone.