Chapter Thirteen: Her Heart Suffers Ten Thousand Blows

However, as soon as Pei Xi took out her phone, it was snatched away mercilessly. The one who stole her phone was none other than Fang Yuan, who just moments ago seemed utterly cold and lifeless.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” Pei Xi stared in shock at Fang Yuan, who had seemingly come back to life, feeling her voice weaken with disbelief.

“You’re the one who’s dead. Can’t you speak a bit more pleasantly, especially this early in the morning?” Fang Yuan grumbled, placing Pei Xi’s phone elsewhere with obvious reluctance. Under Pei Xi’s gaze, he stretched lazily, equally unwilling.

“Ugh, that sleep was terribly uncomfortable. I didn’t eat all day yesterday, and my stomach was growling all night. Do you have any breakfast here?” Fang Yuan rubbed his stomach as he asked. He’d spent the whole night dreaming of delicious food, but in his dreams, he could only watch and never taste. That made him furious, and now, Pei Xi’s words had only ignited his temper further.

“Yes, yes, you can have anything you want,” Pei Xi finally recovered from her shock and, recalling the sensation of earlier, felt a strong urge to touch Fang Yuan again.

“Um… can I touch you?” Pei Xi’s hand reached out as she spoke. Seeing Fang Yuan’s face full of terror, she softly pleaded, “Just once, don’t be so stingy.”

Now Fang Yuan was completely flustered. Damn it, he was a man, wasn’t he? Was he really afraid of her touch? But perhaps the girls in this world were different from any he’d known before.

Although Fang Yuan didn’t agree, he didn’t refuse either, so Pei Xi touched his arm, just once, as she’d promised. She kept her word.

Fang Yuan shut his eyes, unable to bear watching. When Pei Xi withdrew her hand, he finally opened them.

But could someone please explain why he felt as though he’d been teased?

Having confirmed Fang Yuan was warm, not cold as before, Pei Xi finally relaxed. If Fang Yuan had any illness, after spending a night in the rain, his body would surely be suffering. Thankfully, he was as robust as he appeared, or Pei Xi feared things would have gotten much worse.

Pei Xi felt genuinely apologetic. Though she hadn’t been responsible for him, he had fallen asleep in her territory. From any perspective, she had a duty to wake him.

Yet she’d completely forgotten about him. Out of guilt, Pei Xi resolved to indulge his desire for food today.

This hotel had a private chef; whatever you wanted, your chef would prepare it, and the taste would certainly satisfy you.

“What would you like for breakfast? I’ll have the chef make it for you,” Pei Xi asked.

“Anything’s fine—I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Fang Yuan replied simply. He wasn’t picky about food. In the past, when tackling a difficult research project, he would satisfy his hunger with instant noodles.

“Alright, I’ll tell the chef to prepare breakfast.” Pei Xi was quick-witted and acted decisively.

Fang Yuan looked down at the spot where he’d slept last night, pondering why such an open-minded girl would let him sleep outside. Didn’t she realize he might catch a cold?

Ah, the heart of a woman was truly unfathomable.

Yet, recalling the sensation of Pei Xi’s cold hand on his skin, Fang Yuan regretted turning in so early last night.

“Chong Chong, are you awake?” Fang Yuan asked softly, wondering if Chong Chong needed such long sleep.

The reason Fang Yuan called quietly was that he had something important to do next, something he always did religiously every morning.

Hearing no reply from Chong Chong, Fang Yuan’s anxieties eased. The hotel’s facilities were excellent, with a dedicated bathroom for guests.

So Fang Yuan unceremoniously entered the bathroom and closed the door.

At first, there was no sound from within, but after about twenty seconds, a miserable cry rang out.

Chong Chong—Chong Chong had awakened. Fang Yuan strongly suspected Chong Chong had been awake the whole time, merely waiting for the perfect moment to embarrass him, slowly covering his own eyes with another hand—indeed, using Fang Yuan’s hand to cover Fang Yuan’s eyes.

Pei Xi had just finished instructing the chef when, approaching the room, she heard Fang Yuan’s anguished cry and hurried to knock at the door, fearing something was wrong.

“Fang Yuan, are you alright?” Pei Xi knocked and asked, feeling that Fang Yuan was indeed a source of constant surprises—always managing to shock her, seeking thrills so early in the morning.

“Oh, it’s nothing—I saw a cockroach, yes, a cockroach,” Fang Yuan replied, not daring to open the door. His nerves couldn’t take it.

Today was truly unlucky—or rather, ever since he’d arrived here, he hadn’t had a single stroke of luck.

By the time Fang Yuan emerged from the bathroom, breakfast was ready and had been brought to the room by the staff.

Luckily, the room was big enough, and the dining area spacious. Otherwise, facing Pei Xi, Fang Yuan wouldn’t have been able to eat peacefully.

He hadn’t eaten all day yesterday and had spent the night in the rain, depleting his strength. He ate at a remarkable speed.

“I’ve already counted the money for you—it’s on that table over there,” Pei Xi watched Fang Yuan eat with such appetite that she felt no hunger herself.

Yesterday, Pei Xi had pondered the matter of the fish Fang Yuan had caught. Though such a fish wasn’t the rarest, he’d caught it alone—barehanded, no less. He claimed to have followed the fishing boats, only not returning with them. But Pei Xi didn’t believe him, as she’d already asked the nearby boats; none had caught a bluefin tuna yesterday.

“Will you really not consider teaching me to dive? Is it that you think my offer isn’t high enough, or is there another reason?” Pei Xi asked anxiously. The more Fang Yuan refused, the more determined she became to persuade him.