Starlight Has No Past - Chapter 37 Part 1

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



Starlight Has No Past
Chapter 37 Part 1

Ye Qiao didn’t know when Zhou Tingsheng had fallen asleep that night.
The sound of the raindrops gradually stopped outside the window. Ye Qiao turned around to find Zhou Tingsheng already sound asleep. She got up to look at the man; the edge of his eyes were discolored blue, perhaps he hadn’t been sleeping well lately. She got out of bed very carefully to take a shower. She then put on her pajamas and gathered both of their clothes and went downstairs. She put his jacket into the dryer.
The jacket felt warm after she took it out of the dryer. Even the jacket smelled like it had basked under sunlight.

When she went upstairs, she passed by the guest room that Zhou Tingsheng was supposed to have stayed the night in. It was originally her parents’ room. After her mother passed away, her father seldom interacted with the family and no one had used room since. Deep down in her heart, she didn’t want Zhou Tingsheng to stay in the room. Somehow, she felt it would be bad luck.
She then realized that even she could be quite superstitious sometimes.

As she lay down beside him again, it suddenly felt to her that she was having a secret affair and wasn’t at ease with the idea. However, sleepiness soon overcame her and she fell asleep quicker than she had ever experienced before.

She had an Electra Complex ever since she was little, a secret she had been ashamed to mention to anyone. When she was 13 years old, she was forced to distance herself from her father. The admiration for her father became a scar in her heart. The partners she found after she became an adult were usually much older than she was, with the kind of charisma and life experiences that seemed out of reach for her.
This time with Zhou Tingsheng was a totally different experience. Both of them could be quite childish from time to time. They mutually had to tolerate each other’s immaturity and youth. This time, she didn’t have to follow other’s rhythm, she was in control of her own pace.
It was a strange feeling to her, yet she was exploring it cautiously, with great expectations.

Zhou Tingsheng flipped over in his sleep and unconsciously hugged her.
Ye Qiao half awakened but soon fell into a deep sleep in his arm. When she was still half awake, it was clear that he was having a nightmare. His hands and feet were icy cold and his hold tightened on Ye Qiao. She was quite familiar with nightmares. In a daze, she put her arm onto his back to comfort him. On this cool, rainy night, two bodies warmed each other with their own body temperature. When they woke the next morning, their arms and legs were entangled.

Zhou Tingsheng woke up at daybreak, still remembering the bloody scene in his dream. He thought he would be spared of his nightmares after such a perfect evening last night. He wasn’t sure whether Ye Qiao was awake or not when his nightmare began. He saw Ye Qiao was still sound asleep and his senses came to him: This is Ye Qiao’s bed.
He had fallen asleep last night before he went back to his own room. He was a bit embarrassed at the chance of being discovered by her family.

It was clear and cool right after the rain that autumn morning. Ye Qiao woke up and found the other half of the bed empty. She thought Zhou Tingsheng had probably gone back to the guest room in the middle of the night.
There was noise coming from the kitchen downstairs, the housekeeper must be cooking breakfast. Ye Qiao checked the clock in her room; it was still early but she got up to wash up.
When she pushed open the door to the bathroom, she was surrounded by steam.
The man inside the bathroom swiftly grabbed the bath towel to cover the bottom half of his body. Ye Qiao was stunned and confused, then she realized that he had just taken a shower.

Zhou Tingsheng had gone jogging in the morning to calm himself down. He had just finished showering, but hadn’t had a chance to dry himself. The drops of water flowed along his masculine chest down to his stomach. Ye Qiao looked at his body wantonly and smiled as she reached past him for the toothpaste. The mirror in the bathroom was covered by a layer of fog. She placed the toothbrush in her still smiling mouth and used the fingertip of her free hand to clear the mirror in the shape of a human figure which happened to reflect Zhou Tingsheng’s body.
Her finger moved on the mirror as if she was caressing his body.

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