Chapter 355: Nightmare’s 18 Techniques to Lull to Sleep (3)

Chapter 355: Nightmare's 18 Techniques to Lull to Sleep (3)

Everyone was reluctant to down their coffee in one go.

No one could tell which brand of coffee it was, but the more they drank, the more awake they felt, with no trace of drowsiness.

They’d have to ask Song Chuyi later.

Several people shared this idea, and everyone gradually filed out of the meeting room.

In just a few minutes, the spacious meeting room was soon left with only Song Chuyi and Jiang Zhuxiu.

Jiang Zhuxiu strode towards Song Chuyi with his long legs.

He was tall and slender, with long, straight legs, and each step he took seemed as graceful as treading on lotus flowers, as if an invisible ripple spread with every step.

After approaching, he stood in front of Song Chuyi, his voice still cool and detached.

"Interested in dating me?"

Song Chuyi: ?

Huh?

Although he had just been buttering Jiang Zhuxiu up, it was all just nonsense.

Could Jiang Zhuxiu have mistaken it for a confession?

Perhaps the shock on Song Chuyi’s face was too obvious, as Jiang Zhuxiu spoke again, "I’m open to your confession."

Song Chuyi's mind was filled with question marks.

The pace of this world was moving so fast he could hardly believe it.

After a moment of hesitation, he tentatively asked, "So, are we officially dating now?"

"Mhm," Jiang Zhuxiu reached out and patted Song Chuyi's head.

"Head out early today and come live with me."

Song Chuyi: ???

He was completely baffled.

After Jiang Zhuxiu left, Song Chuyi couldn't help but say to Xiaotong in his mind, "Is this antagonist also running a system? Is his goal to conquer me?"

Xiaotong: "Nope, I’m the only system in this world!"

Song Chuyi didn’t sense any system vibes from Jiang Zhuxiu either, but this guy was definitely odd.

After hearing his nonsense, he actually accepted his confession and proposed living together right after agreeing to date.

Does that mean we’ll be sharing a bed tonight?

Hmm... it seemed quite likely.

Song Chuyi shook his head, tidied up a bit, and returned to his workstation.

Right after he sat down, the colleague next to him quietly leaned in.

"What brand of coffee did they have in the meeting room today?"

Song Chuyi thought for a moment and told him the brand.

The colleague immediately noted it down and asked, a bit nosily,

"Did the boss accept your confession?"

Song Chuyi was baffled.

"You think what I said was a confession?" he asked.

The colleague looked at him puzzled, "Of course it was!"

"You lost sleep worrying about the boss getting scolded—that's a confession, isn't it?"

Losing sleep over someone—if that's not a confession, what is?

Song Chuyi was at a loss for words.

If even his colleague saw it as a confession, no wonder Jiang Zhuxiu did too.

"He said yes," Song Chuyi replied, "and he asked me to move in with him starting today."

The colleague tutted and shook his head.

"Ah, I've heard living together can be tough."

"When you're happy, you sleep better."

"Plus, I've heard that kind of thing wears you out, and being worn out makes you sleep even more."

Song Chuyi was speechless.

"You seem pretty awake now."

The colleague chuckled, "Yeah, I was dozing off in the meeting earlier, but that coffee perked me right up."

"Now I'm wide awake."

"No kidding, I need to grab some of that coffee to take home."

The colleague stopped talking and went off to get the coffee.

Song Chuyi sat at his desk, sneaking a peek at Jiang Zhuxiu's office.

He quickly looked away, wondering to himself.

What's going to happen tonight?

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At five o'clock, Jiang Zhuxiu left work with Song Chuyi.

Jiang Zhuxiu followed Song Chuyi back to his house, helped him pack his luggage, and then drove him back to his own residence.

They hardly spoke on the way, almost like strangers.

When they arrived at Jiang Zhuxiu's house, Song Chuyi put down his suitcase and asked, "Boss, where should I stay?"

His house was a standard two-bedroom apartment, but Song Chuyi didn’t think Jiang Zhuxiu seemed like the type to have a guest room.

As he was thinking, Jiang Zhuxiu replied.

"With me."

Surprisingly, Song Chuyi wasn’t taken aback.

"So we’re sharing a bed?" he asked again.

Jiang Zhuxiu responded with a "Mhm," picking up Song Chuyi’s suitcase.

"I’ll take you to the bedroom first."

His expression was calm and composed, not like someone who had just confirmed a relationship with Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi was also a bit intrigued and followed him into the bedroom.

Jiang Zhuxiu’s bedroom was simple, with only a bed and a desk with a chair beside it.

There were some documents piled on the desk.

The bedroom didn’t seem like a place meant for sleeping but more like a temporary rest spot for when he was tired from work.

However, considering that humans in this world were reluctant to sleep, Song Chuyi thought the bedroom’s setup was quite normal.

But as for Jiang Zhuxiu, a Nightmare, was he really that into playing human?

Even the bedroom style had to mimic what humans aspired to?

"If you’re tired, you can lie down and take a break," Jiang Zhuxiu’s cool voice sounded.

Song Chuyi snapped back to reality and replied, "Okay."

Then Song Chuyi began unpacking his suitcase, and Jiang Zhuxiu helped him.

When they were nearly finished, Song Chuyi plopped down on the bed.

"Pretty exhausting," he muttered.

Beside him, Jiang Zhuxiu’s eyelashes fluttered lightly, and his thin lips parted.

"I ordered some takeout. Want to eat?"

Song Chuyi’s eyes lit up. "Sure, sounds good."

He got up and walked quickly to the dining table, only to find a spread of greasy, salty dishes and white rice. Eating all this would surely make him feel sleepy immediately.

Fortunately, he couldn’t sleep.

Song Chuyi sat down with a sense of entitlement and started digging in after Jiang Zhuxiu took his seat.

After eating, Song Chuyi lazily yawned and slowly wandered over to the bed and lay down.

Even though he couldn’t sleep, he didn’t feel like moving at the moment.

Shortly after he lay down, Jiang Zhuxiu came in.

He settled into the office chair, his fingers lightly tapping on the keyboard, as if he were working.

The rhythmic sound of typing was incredibly soothing. Anyone else would have been out like a light.

But Song Chuyi lay wide awake on the bed.

He stared at the white ceiling, lost in thought.

Jiang Zhuxiu’s fingers pressed on the keyboard, and he slightly turned his gaze, his eyes falling on Song Chuyi.

His brows knit ever so slightly.

Song Chuyi hadn’t had much coffee today, and he’d eaten plenty of rice. Now, he was listening to this hypnotic keyboard sound.

Yet he was still awake.

Does he really care about me that much?

Even though he assured me the president’s office wouldn’t hassle him, he still couldn’t sleep because he was worried about me?

Jiang Zhuxiu’s fingers stilled on the keyboard.

As the typing stopped, Song Chuyi turned his head.

"Are you done?"

If you're done, it's time to sleep, right?