Chapter 135 A Relationship Formed by Sharing a Bed

Zhao Jingshu gently wiped the corner of her mouth with a tissue, her face carrying just the right mix of shyness and embarrassment.

Her gaze softened as she looked at Yin Siyao, her voice gentle: “I want to stay here a little longer and, conveniently, wait until your holiday so we can go back to our hometown together.”

“But hotels in City A are really expensive, and staying alone doesn’t feel very safe. How about I stay at your place for a few days?”

Yin Siyao’s brows barely twitched, but it was enough to show his unease.

He was a man who valued boundaries highly and cared deeply about his personal space. He abhorred intrusions, even from someone his mother explicitly told him to take care of—like an old classmate.

Before he could come up with a polite yet firm excuse to refuse, a clear, slightly innocent voice rang out:

“Ah, Sister Jing wants to stay at Teacher Yin’s place?”

Leng Keyan blinked with his impossibly pure, wide eyes. “But Teacher Yin only has one bedroom, and the sofa in the living room is really small.”

“If Teacher Yin sleeps on the sofa, his legs won’t stretch out properly, and he’ll be exhausted the next day, which will affect work.”

Zhao Jingshu’s smile stiffened slightly as she looked at Leng Keyan.

This excessively handsome boy had given her an inexplicable sense of threat ever since he spoke.

A flash of scrutiny and caution passed through her eyes, yet she maintained a gentle smile. “You know so much about Siyao’s home?”

Leng Keyan didn’t hesitate. Calmly, he said: “I injured my leg before, and I had limited mobility, so I stayed at Teacher Yin’s place for two months.”

Zhao Jingshu hinted with a teasing tone, “So, sleeping on the sofa for two months was so uncomfortable that you had a stress reaction and had to warn me?”

Unexpectedly, Leng Keyan’s smile grew even brighter, revealing two adorable little fangs. His tone was light: “Nope!”

“I slept on the bed. Teacher Yin is a really good person. How could he ever mistreat a patient?”

He tilted his head. “Though Teacher Yin and I are both guys, we shared a 1.5-meter-wide bed. It was a bit cramped, but it didn’t matter.”

“But Sister Jing, you’re a girl. If you were just ordinary classmates with Teacher Yin, sharing a bed would be… hmm…”

Tang Lan’s mind exploded like fireworks. The shrimp slice she was holding fell back into the pot with a plop, splashing a few drops of oil.

Her gaze darted frantically between Yin Siyao and Leng Keyan.

Sh-, ar-, ing-, a-, bed for two months?

Sh-, ar-, ing a bed?

The gossip circulating secretly in the hospital—that Leng Keyan and Yin Siyao were more than just friends—was, in fact, true.

She had even been trying to set up Leng Keyan with her best friend Bai Youyu, yet the “villain” turned out to be herself?

Bai Youyu’s face went pale the moment she heard about the shared bed.

Those rumors, which she had thought were baseless, clearly weren’t.

She couldn’t understand it—what did she lack compared to Yin Siyao?

Yin Siyao was over ten years older than her and a man with a strong, solid presence. What was so appealing about him?

Bai Youyu forced a smile, trying to help Zhao Jingshu explain: “Teacher Yin and Sister Jing will be engaged after returning home for the New Year. It’s good to get to know each other beforehand.”

She glanced at Leng Keyan, a hint of deliberate sarcasm in her tone: “I’ve seen people get married on the first day they meet online. Sharing a bed is nothing in comparison.”

Yes, they were going to be engaged.

Family-approved, childhood acquaintances, well-matched families.

Her previous words seemed laughable and powerless in the face of an engaged couple.

Bai Youyu’s remark hit Leng Keyan like a hammer, crushing the little courage he had just mustered.

His pure, harmless smile froze. He instinctively turned to look at Yin Siyao.

Those eyes, usually full of laughter, now clearly reflected grievance and questioning.

And a subtle, almost imperceptible plea.

Yet Yin Siyao remained silent, his gaze lowered to his phone.

Long eyelashes cast shadows beneath his eyes, hiding any possible emotion.

He neither confirmed Bai Youyu’s words nor denied them.

This silence was tantamount to tacit approval.

Leng Keyan felt the tiny flame of hope he had just ignited in his heart be extinguished by a splash of icy water.

The daring courage he had just summoned drained instantly.

Only a suffocating mix of frustration and bitterness remained in his chest, making him want to throw down his chopsticks and leave.

He glared at Yin Siyao, eyes full of accusation: If you dare bring this woman home tonight, I…

I really will make a scene.

When Leng Keyan spoke so innocently yet pointedly about sharing a bed for two months, Yin Siyao’s inner calm was suddenly stirred into turbulence.

Especially when met with Leng Keyan’s aggrieved yet stubborn gaze, it felt like his heart had been gripped tightly, sending a sharp ache through him.

Putting down his phone, Yin Siyao’s gaze met Leng Keyan’s slightly reddened eyes, clouded with grievance and unwillingness.

His cold voice broke the suffocating silence: “My place is inconvenient. I’ve already booked a hotel for you.”

He looked at Zhao Jingshu, polite yet distant, leaving no room for negotiation: “It’s on the upper floor of this mall, five stars. Security is excellent, the subway is close, and it’s convenient to go anywhere. The room is prepaid, so don’t worry about it.”

Zhao Jingshu’s smile faded completely.

Looking at Yin Siyao, then at Leng Keyan, whose eyes sparkled with a hint of pride, she felt anger for the first time.

Her childhood friend seemed to have no advantage at all in front of this handsome boy named Leng Keyan.

Leng Keyan felt as though a huge weight on his chest had finally been lifted.

Although Yin Siyao hadn’t looked at him and spoke coldly, this refusal sounded to him like the sweetest music.

He couldn’t help but curl the corners of his lips, struggling not to laugh aloud.

Zhao Jingshu stood up: “You two enjoy your meal. I’m a bit tired and will head back to rest.”

Yin Siyao left with her.

At the hotel entrance, Yin Siyao handed the suitcase to Zhao Jingshu: “I’m busy with work, so I might not have much time to take you around. That’s why…”

Looking at the person he had liked since middle school, Zhao Jingshu felt a pang of sourness in her chest: “You like Leng Keyan, don’t you?”

Yin Siyao didn’t answer.

“He’s only twenty, but you’re already thirty-one. He has ten years to make mistakes, do you? Watching a child grow up and become what you like is meaningful, but can you guarantee he won’t change after maturing?”

People’s hearts are ever-changing.

Yin Siyao said: “Thank you. I know everything you’ve said.”

That’s why he never planned to be with Leng Keyan.