Secret Room Book 4 - Chapter 22

Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com.

Playing Fish Trapped in Secret Room

Book 4: The Return of the King

Chapter 22

Ai Qing and Yi Qian talked until midnight.  It was already past one
o’clock in the morning when Dt walked her back to her room.  Dt
didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving soon, so Ai Qing made
two cups of coffee and brought them over to the window side.

She had both of her hands on the window and looked at the sea
of lights outside, “Xiao Bai?”

He also had his hands on the window standing right next to her,
with his arm surrounding Ai Qing.  “Uhm.”

“Han Shangyan said……”  She looked at his shadow.

“He wouldn’t give me his blessings.”

“How do you know?”

“He told me already.”  Dt spoke casually. “When you were still on
Solo’s team, he found out that I liked you.  He warned me and
wanted to beat me up.”

Ai Qing laughed.  “Did he beat you?”

“He wouldn’t dare to.”

“Why not?”

“Our family likes me more than him.  If he beat me up, then he
wouldn’t be able to cheat a penny out of the family.”

Though Dt said it flatly without much emotion, Ai Qing could
understand what was unspoken, “I like her, even if you beat me up.”  
His temperament was actually really similar to Han Shangyan to
a certain degree. She thought about it, but there was something……
“You were only twelve years old.  Did you even understand what
it meant to like someone?”

“Uhm.”  Dt didn’t give a definite answer.  “I was precocious.”

She laughed.

She didn’t tell him the other half that Han Shangyan had said and
had no intention of ever telling him.  Her old friend since her teenage
days was telling her that Wu Bai…...didn’t even care about his own cousin.

He had the same nasty temperament as Gun.

The only person he really cared for was her from beginning to end.

Dt looked at her, but he didn’t know what she was thinking.

His hands slid down from the window and crossed in front of her.  
He pressed her into his arms and lowered his head to look for…...
to look for a particular spot.

His breath was a little uneven and blew into her face.

She stretched out her hand softly to touch the hair on his forehead.  
“Your hair’s…...a little long?” He mumbled and touched her lips.
“I’ll get a haircut after the competition.”

He was always very direct.  If she thought it was long, then he
would cut it short.

If she said it wasn’t good, then he wouldn’t do it.

He turned her around so that her back leaned against the glass,
then he bent down to kiss her.

He slowly pressed down harder and harder.  Finally the fingers of
his right hand which was on the glass slowly tightened and clenched
to a fist, leaving faint watermarks on the glass.

To this day, when he woke up everyday, he would still recall the
moment they met at the Asian Tournament in ‘07.  He would never tell
her how hard his heart was beating in the shower after he overheard
the phone conversation between her and Slide that she was coming.

He was panicking so much that he forget to put on clothes and opened
the door for her while still only wrapped in a bath towel.

That night under the light in the hallway.

Her back was facing the ocean wave and she smiled at him.

At that time-- --

Dt’s left hand slid down Ai Qing’s waist to search for her right hand
hanging on her right side and held it tightly in his palm.

That time-- --she stretched out her right hand and said to him:
“I’m Gou Gou.”

But his wet hair was on his face, water was still dripping down his chin.
He didn’t look at her, afraid that the intensity of his eyes would scare her.

He feared that…...she didn’t want to be his friend.

Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com.