Eternal Beloved

Chapter 6

She woke up with Deming’s hand flung on her again, across her neck this time. No wonder she dreams of a damn heavy cat nestled across her neck last night. Irritated, she throws the arm away, jostling Deming with her action.

She quickly jumped off the bed when she senses Deming is going to mess with her again from the look on his face. She stands awkwardly on the ball of her feet for a few moments, wondering whether Yuan going to come with her breakfast or she will have to cook for herself and Deming.

On the cue, Yuan burst through the door only to turn around upon making eye contact with her. Three knocks later, he enters the room again with a tray of food in one hand and a garment bag in another.

“I’m sorry for barging in. I keep on forgetting…” he caught himself before he could utter something else. Yu Qi waited for his next sentence but finally give up when she realizes that was as far as she can get.

“Sir, I’ve prepared your suit for today’s meeting. I suggest you to start dressing up if you don’t want to be late.” Yuan said politely as he placed the garment bag on the couch.

“Meeting?” the word leave her mouth before she realizes it.

“At 10 am. Young master agreed to attend it this time around.”

“This time around?” she weigh the word, confused by the connotation but Yuan only replied her with a smile.

“I rarely grace them by my presence.” a hoarse voice rasped from the direction of the bed.

“And by that, you mean, usually you rather laze around on the bed but for some reason today you just feel the urge to attend the meeting.” she quipped, raising an eyebrow at his recline stature.

She glances down to Deming who’s still frozen on the bed, pretending to be sleeping despite the clock arm inching toward nine past half. She feels the sudden urge to kick him off the bed but decided to settle with dragging the duvet off him, exposing him to the chilly morning air and when it fails, she took the pillow off his head.

With a sigh, he opens his eyes and stares sulkily at her.

“Don’t make me hit that face of yours with a brick. If your mind, your royal highness,” she said through gritted teeth, pointing toward the bathroom. Obediently, he dragged himself off the bed and headed toward the bath.  

Yuan already slip out of the room in record time. She can’t help but noticing his habit of vanishing whenever he had the chance to.

Fifteen minutes of rolling around on the bed and picking up from where she left the book last night, Deming emerged from the dresser with nothing but a towel. By now, she already immune to such picturesque though she can’t help but wonder if he has something against the idea of wearing a shirt.

“Are you always like this, like half-naked all the time?” she asked as she flips to the next page. She could hear the sound of material slipping on skins as Deming rather shamelessly dressing up right at the corner of the bed, with only the sheer canopy to separate them.

There a heartbeat of silence before he answered. “Does it bothered you?” he asked as if he just realized of the possibilities.

“I guess it just out of habit and comfort. I hate sleeping in shirt and I don’t really feel the need to protect my modesty around here,” he replied as he cuffed his sleeves.  

Don’t you ever think there’s a need to protect my eyes modesty? 

But again, there’s only his trustworthy assistant and the pathetic spirit that he pick from the streets around. Not to mention she’s already dead. Those rules don’t really apply to her any more.