The Whole World Wants Me To Get Divorced chapter 22

Silhouette

After the banquet dispersed, some demons came to guide Rong Xiao and Wen Yan to their resting room.

It was an independent courtyard with fiery red maple trees and dwarf pines planted inside. The courtyard had a winding cobblestone path under the trees, and there was a hot spring with local herbs, emitting a faint fragrance. The interior of the house was arranged according to Rong Xiao’s preferences, simple and elegant.

The only downside was that there was only one bed in the room.

The lord of Shadow Mountain thought his decision was considerate. Although Rong Xiao and Wen Yan hadn’t formally married yet, since they were confirmed as an engaged couple, it was only natural for them to share a bed.

Demons were not conservative at all; they definitely wouldn’t judge with biased eyes.

Wen Yan sat on the edge of the bed, swinging his legs. He still held a small pillow in his arms. The bed was quite high, and his toes just touched the ground.

Rong Xiao stood opposite him, assessing the size of the bed with a scrutinizing gaze. It was spacious enough for four people to sleep comfortably.

“It’s late. Don’t bother someone else to rearrange the room. Let’s just sleep like this. I promise not to disturb you at night,” Wen Yan said with a fake sense of consideration.

Rong Xiao remained silent.

He was not a demon who cared about others’ feelings. As long as he wanted, even if Shadow Mountain City was turned upside down today, he would still get what he wanted.

But after glancing at Wen Yan, he eventually said, “Go freshen up. Don’t get close to me at night. Sleep obediently on the side.”

Wen Yan patted his chest, indicating no problem.

With the request granted, he jumped off the bed in a second and happily went to get a bathrobe.

He had wanted to soak in the hot spring for a long time; today had tired him out.

Holding the bathrobe, he extended a friendly invitation to Rong Xiao as he left, “Want to join me?”

Rong Xiao coldly rejected, “No.”

Wen Yan didn’t really expect Rong Xiao to join him. He just playfully teased the old demon. After being rejected, he decisively closed the paper door.

The water in the hot spring was a bit hot. Wen Yan took some time to adjust by the poolside before slowly immersing himself in the hot spring. His fair skin turned pink in the heat, and the wet, black hair clung to his forehead. His eyelashes carried a hint of moisture, making his eyes appear even more distinct in black and white.

Wen Yan enjoyed the bath alone. There were chilled beverages and fruits prepared by the poolside. He picked up a green fruit, placed it between his lips, lightly bit into it, and the sweet-sour juice burst in his mouth.

It tasted quite good.

He looked up and saw glass lanterns floating in the courtyard. They were transparent, round, and held either candles or demon fire, emitting a faint blue flame that illuminated the courtyard clearly and brightly, more beautiful than human lanterns.

Curiously, he reached out and touched one. He found that the transparent lantern was not hot; on the contrary, it was warm and comfortable.

What he didn’t know was that the faint flame cast his shadow clearly on the paper door.

Rong Xiao, who initially didn’t pay attention to what Wen Yan was doing, had exceptional hearing. He easily distinguished the sound of Wen Yan splashing water, like a child playing in the water, entertaining himself without adult company.

Unconsciously, he glanced outside, and his gaze froze.

On the paper door, the clear silhouette of half of Wen Yan’s profile was reflected. His slender and delicate body, long neck, carefully trimmed short hair, even his fingers were glossy and beautiful, the hands of someone who had learned to play the piano from a young age.

Although he was accustomed to Wen Yan’s every expression and movement, seeing only a silhouette through the paper door made everything seem unfamiliar.

Behind the paper door, he saw Wen Yan reaching out to touch the floating glass lantern. Droplets of water fell from his arm, creating splashes in the hot spring.

The sound was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, but it couldn’t escape Rong Xiao’s ears.

He also heard the sound of ice cubes colliding in a glass, the sound of maple leaves twirling and falling on the water, and the sound of Wen Yan biting into the fruit.

The fruit was freshly picked, with crispy flesh and a slightly sandy texture.

…

Five minutes later, Rong Xiao silently grabbed a book to distract himself.

After about twenty more minutes, Wen Yan finished bathing, changed into a bathrobe, and pushed open the paper door to walk in.

Rong Xiao had deliberately turned his gaze away, but he couldn’t resist glancing at him.

Wen Yan’s bathrobe was a bluish-gray color, with only a hint of embroidery visible at the cuffs and collar, a very simple and elegant style. But Wen Yan, being excessively beautiful, had grown a bit taller these days. His small legs were slender and straight, his waist was delicate, and his fair skin was moist and radiant. His dark eyebrows and eyes were accompanied by moist eyelashes, and his lips were red as if waiting for a kiss. Even in such a simple bathrobe, he looked like a little fairy who had sneakily worn a monk’s robe in a temple, clean yet carrying a tempting charm.

But Wen Yan was oblivious. He sat on the soft cushion beside the sofa, rubbing his hair. Water droplets from the ends of his hair dripped onto the seal on the back of his neck, making the seal’s green color even more vivid than usual.

Prompting Rong Xiao, he said, “You should freshen up too.”

Rong Xiao regretted a bit that he had agreed to share a room with Wen Yan.

If he had known, he might as well have shared a room with Yu Bu Wen. At least he could have sent Yu Bu Wen to sleep on the floor.

Wen Yan was genuinely tired. When he lay down, he still tried to chat with Rong Xiao while propping himself up. At one moment, he mentioned that the school would have a cultural festival next month, and at another moment, he said he hadn’t been home recently, and his parents were probably cursing him.

But as he spoke, his voice gradually became weaker…

Later on, it directly became silent.

Rong Xiao turned his head and found that he had indeed fallen asleep. His sleeping posture was not good at all; he lay sprawled out in a big character, with only a small piece of his lower abdomen covered by the quilt, and his hands and feet were all exposed.

Rong Xiao stared at him for a while before resignedly sitting up to help him cover the quilt properly, tucking his hands and feet in.

Rong Xiao himself, however, didn’t sleep well the whole night.

There was the sound of the wind outside, disturbing the maple leaves and creating a faint rustling noise. In this quiet night, it disrupted one’s tranquility.