Your Place Is Pretty Big
I originally wanted to sit in the back seat, but the man pushed me straight into the passenger seat like he was escorting a criminal.
Zhou Shou leaned halfway into the passenger side, his warm breath surrounding me. Awkward, I tilted my head up just to avoid making eye contact.
Then—click—the seat belt locked me firmly in place. Zhou Shou seemed to be in a good mood, humming a little tune as he moved over to the driver’s seat and started the car.
I was tense and uneasy, genuinely scared he might do something inappropriate. My fingers gripping the seat belt were turning white.
“Don’t be so scared, I’m not gonna eat you.” His tone was casual, almost teasing.
But in my ears, that sounded exactly like what the wolf said to Little Red Riding Hood.
I didn’t respond, nor did I try to start a conversation. The air inside the car was eerily quiet—so quiet it made me sleepy.
And sure enough, I fell asleep.
Falling asleep in a stranger’s car is definitely not something to be proud of. Luckily, Zhou Shou wasn’t a human trafficker or some pervert.
I slept soundly and peacefully, even feeling him drape his coat over me. That’s when I noticed his scent—lightly citrus.
The diffuser in my dorm room was citrus too.
That made me feel even safer somehow, and without realizing it, I grabbed onto his coat and buried my face in it.
Then I had a dream.
In the dream, when I was being harassed at the bar, Zhou Shou came to my rescue, wrapped an arm around me, and took me away to his place.
And then… one thing led to another, and we actually did it.
I woke up in a panic, heart pounding, to see Zhou Shou glancing at me with a mix of concern and confusion.
I hunched my shoulders, forcing out an awkward laugh. “Haha, it’s fine, just a bad dream.”
I didn’t dare tell him he was the main character of that nightmare.
But somehow, it was like he could read minds.
“Dreamt about me?”
Zhou Shou’s expression carried a hint of pride. That confirmed it—he definitely couldn’t read minds, just plain narcissistic.
“Dreamt about an idiot,” I said, sneaking a glance at his reaction from the corner of my eye.
He didn’t get mad, which was great. Otherwise, I probably would’ve been thrown out of the car.
I didn’t feel like talking to him anyway—first, because I didn’t want to distract him while driving (I didn’t want to die before my bright future even started), and second, I really had nothing to say.
So I faked a yawn, closed my eyes, tilted my head, and pretended to sleep.
Zhou Shou’s place was pretty far from his company—it took a full hour of driving, and that’s without traffic.
Couldn’t imagine how early this man must wake up every day just to avoid rush hour.
“I don’t have to deal with rush hour,” Zhou Shou said.
Wait—don’t tell me he really can read minds?!
Zhou Shou found my constantly changing expressions amusing. He reached over and ruffled my hair.
I didn’t dare resist—after all, his other hand was on the steering wheel.
My hair was a mess by the time we arrived at his place.
I refused to move from the car seat. Honestly, I didn’t want to go into his house. Something told me the moment I stepped inside, bad things would happen.
Before I could protest further, the world spun, and suddenly I was slung over his shoulder.
I started smacking his back furiously, demanding he put me down.
To put it bluntly, I was flopping around like a slippery eel, but no matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t break free.
Then Zhou Shou gave me a light smack on the butt.
It didn’t hurt, but it sent a small shiver up my spine.
I froze in shock.
And just like that, I stopped struggling, obediently staying on his shoulder as he carried me inside.
When I heard the click of the front door being locked from the inside, my feet finally touched the ground. For the first time, I truly appreciated the feeling of standing on solid earth.
I just stood there, dazed.
Not because Zhou Shou did anything inappropriate, but because—his house was huge.
I hadn’t realized when I was over his shoulder, but this man actually lived in a detached villa. The living room alone was about the size of both bedrooms in my entire apartment combined—and that’s not even counting the three closed doors at the end of the hallway.
Seriously…
Damn capitalists.
Seeing me frozen there, Zhou Shou teased, “What? Want me to carry you in again?”
“No, don’t talk nonsense.” I hurriedly changed into slippers and sat stiffly on the sofa, glancing around nervously.
The place clearly screamed single guy living alone. Everything came in single sets, and the decor and household items were all in cool tones—minimalist, but in that very “businessman” way.
My brain suddenly flashed with lines from cheesy soap operas and CEO romance novels, but I quickly shut up. Too embarrassing to say out loud.
“What do you want to drink? There’s juice, soda, milk, coffee.” Zhou Shou asked, opening the fridge.
I looked at the neatly arranged drinks inside and slowly replied, “Just water. Thanks.”