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The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 176 - : 176: Disliked by wife for bad sleeping posture (first update)
Chapter 176: 176: Disliked by wife for bad sleeping posture (first update)
Jiang Zhi: “…”
That sudden heart-wrenching grip…
His ears turned red, “Do you know what you’re talking about?”
She hummed in agreement, her head fell onto his shoulder, rubbing against it.
“Stop moving around.”
Jiang Zhi picked her up and walked towards the bedroom, just a few steps away. She yawned several times, teary-eyed from sleepiness, and could barely keep her eyes open. Jiang Zhi chuckled, placed her on the bed, and pulled the covers over her.
“Don’t kick off the covers.”
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After tucking in the corners of the blanket, he stood up.
Zhou Xufang grabbed him, “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to take a shower.”
She let go of him and put her hand back under the blanket, “Oh.”
Jiang Zhi dimmed the bedside lamp a bit before leaving the bedroom. When he returned, Zhou Xufang was already asleep. He carefully climbed into bed.
“Xu Fang.”
She lay there properly, her cheeks still rosy under the light, sleeping soundly, breathing heavier than usual.
After a whole night of trouble while drunk, she seemed genuinely tired.
“Good night.” Jiang Zhi kissed her cheek and turned off the bedside lamp.
The next day.
Zhou Xufang woke up at six in the morning when it was still dim outside. She blankly stared at the ceiling, then at the handsome face next to her on the pillow, and sighed silently.
Why wake up so early?
Because of Jiang Zhi.
She lay still, waiting for the daylight to fully break. She then moved the half of her body that was against the wall and nudged the person whose arm was on her left side, “Jiang Zhi.”
The lump under the blanket shifted, only the top of his head peeked out.
Zhou Xufang: “Jiang Zhi.”
The top of his head nudged and emerged from under the blanket, his short, misty blue hair messy… resembling a bird’s nest, he wasn’t fully awake, his eyes still closed, just quivering his eyelashes and murmuring coquettishly, “Mmm…”
Jiang Zhi was like a pampered child when he just woke up, complete with severe morning grumpiness.
Zhou Xufang gently soothed him, stroking his head like petting a cat, her expression very maternal, “Good boy Jiang Zhi, move a bit.”
Unfortunately, the sleep-deprived Jiang Zhi was anything but well-behaved!
He pecked randomly at her hand and then burrowed his head back under the blanket, “I’ll sleep a bit more.”
Zhou Xufang sighed silently again, then pulled his covers off, “Jiang Zhi.”
His peach blossom eyes opened a slit, “Hmm.”
His voice was very drowsy, clearly not having enough sleep.
Zhou Xufang lay on her side, back against the wall, facing Jiang Zhi. She was sandwiched in the middle, like the piece of meat in a hamburger, and Jiang Zhi’s arm was thrown across her chest, his long legs firmly pressing down on her knees.
She probably occupied about… one-tenth of the entire bed, “You’re pressing on my leg.”
The drowsy Jiang Zhi: “…”
Zhou Xufang, who had been awake for an hour: “You’ve numbed my leg.”
The half-awake Jiang Zhi: “…”
Zhou Xufang, who hadn’t moved once within that hour: “You also pushed me to the edge.”
During the hour she lay there awake, Jiang Zhi turned over eight times, kicked her twelve times, and lost count of how many times his chin knocked against her.
And about last night, she probably woke up four or five times in between, sometimes because of being kicked, sometimes because of being squashed.
Jiang Zhi was now fully awake, ruffled his hair a couple of times, stretched his arms and legs, and out of newfound conscience, shifted back, giving half of the bed he had occupied all night to Zhou Xufang.
Zhou Xufang rolled over, stretched her arms and legs which were still quite numb, sat up, pounded her legs and shoulders, “You really have a bad sleeping posture.”
Jiang Zhi also sat up, with two tufts of silly hair sticking up, the right side of his face still had the imprint of Zhou Xufang’s shoulder, his sleep posture was too bad, and his pajamas were all wrinkled, one pant leg up, one down, the collar hanging askew on his neck, exposing his left collarbone.
He finally understood, his girlfriend was complaining!
He felt a bit irritated, “Are you despising me?”
The just-awakened Jiang Zhi was most irritable, and if not cajoled well, would be grumpy all day, Zhou Xufang immediately shook her head, “Not at all.”
That’s more like it.
If she dared to despise him, he would just cling to her bed every day.
Jiang Zhi fixed his pajamas and moved next to her, just as he intended to hold her and catch some extra sleep, she suddenly asked, “Is there only one bed in your house?”
Yes.
Jiang Zhi’s house wasn’t short of rooms, but there was just one bed, he wasn’t hospitable at all, why would he prepare a guest room, even if Xue Baoyi and Qiao Nanchu came over, they were not allowed into the bedroom, because he had a cleanliness obsession, apart from Zhou Xufang, no one else could touch his bed.
Look at him, how much he adores her!
The beloved Zhou Xufang: “Jiang Zhi, do you want to buy another one?” She didn’t want to sleep with Jiang Zhi anymore, he always kicked her, pressed her.
Jiang Zhi: “…”
His morning grumpiness had been triggered by her.
He grabbed all the blankets, leaving none for Zhou Xufang, his face cold and imprinted from sleep, his eyes red with anger, “Zhou Xufang, get out!” He stretched out his leg, kicked her calf, “Don’t sleep in my bed ever again!”
Zhou Xufang: “Oh.” Dressed in a tight, elderly-style, dark purple thermal underwear, she clumsily clambered over Jiang Zhi’s legs, “Then I’m off to brush my teeth.”
“…”
He was angry, and instead of coaxing him, she was going to brush her teeth!
Jiang Zhi snorted sarcastically, “I brushed your teeth for you last night.”
Zhou Xufang had one foot on the ground and was just stepping out with the other when she stopped.
Leaning against the headboard, arms crossed, Jiang Zhi said, “I washed your face.”
She brought one foot back.
Jiang Zhi: “And I washed your feet.”
She brought the other foot back too, sitting up straight with her hands stacked on her stomach, the tight elderly-style thermals giving her an air of a seasoned cadre.
Jiang Zhi: “And you still despise me.”
His tone was of immense grievance, full of resentment, his eyes like icy daggers stabbing into Zhou Xufang.
As if she were an ungrateful, heartless cad who had abandoned his wife and children.
Zhou · Heartless · Xufang’s head drooped in sincere repentance, “I was wrong.” She propped herself up on the bed, moving towards Jiang Zhi, “Jiang Zhi, I won’t buy the bed.”
Jiang Zhi kicked away the blankets, walked around her, and got off the bed: “Don’t talk to me.”
He stopped paying attention to her and went straight to the bathroom.
Zhou Xufang: “…” Indeed, Jiang Zhi was hardest to appease in the morning.
She climbed out of bed, went to the living room to find clothes to wear, pulled her phone out of her bag, logged into QQ, and entered ‘Authentic Little Wife Group’ to ask—
“How do you handle it when your boyfriend is mad?”
Book Friend A: “Beat him up once, and if once isn’t enough, do it twice.”
Jiang Zhi was delicate and tender, not suitable for beating.
Zhou Xufang couldn’t bear to.
Book Friend B: “Just a lovers’ quarrel, nothing that can’t be solved in bed.”
This book friend was lecherous.
Zhou Xufang remembered her name.
Book Friend C: “Let him be angry. You can’t pamper him, or he’ll become arrogantly untouchable.”
No, she still wanted to spoil Jiang Zhi.
Book Friend Ding: “Don’t talk, just kiss him!”
This…
Zhou Xufang went to the bathroom, turned on the water to brush her teeth, stood next to Jiang Zhi who was still ignoring her, but after brushing didn’t leave, just stood there, pretending to mess with his hair in the mirror.
Zhou Xufang, after brushing her teeth, said, “Jiang Zhi.”
He didn’t respond.
Zhou Xufang faced him, “Jiang Zhi.”
He still ignored her, turning his handsome face away in the mirror.
Zhou Xufang: “Can I kiss you?”
He held out for five seconds, then turned his face toward her: “…okay.”
Zhou Xufang went to lock the bathroom door.
Jiang Zhi was in an excellent mood all day.
However, Xue Baoyi felt his smile was too flirtatious, it dazzled her, she pushed the laptop towards him: “Take a look at the casting for your movie.”
Jiang Zhi sat up from the sofa, flipped through a few pages, his fingers pausing on the keyboard: “This one,” he turned the screen, “is she from your company?”
Xue Baoyi glanced, shaking her head: “After Jin Song was arrested, Huayu went downhill, Su Chan terminated her contract and set up her own studio.” He sat in an executive chair, swinging his leg, “Not satisfied with her?”
Jiang Zhi didn’t comment.
Xue Baoyi continued: “Rong Heng is movie material, but he’s had too few works in recent years, and Lixiang is still new; both lack topic and popularity.” Speaking about the person on the screen, “Su Chan was Huayu’s youngest film queen, top in both acting and popularity, her image matches the character in your movie perfectly, plus she started as a stunt double, excellent in action scenes, currently, there’s no one more suitable than her.”
Su Chan became famous for a difficult action scene where, as a double, she had jumped from the height of five floors with a rope and rose to prominence overnight; being from an ethnic minority, she had an exotic appeal and entered the top ranks within two years of her debut.
She and Jiang Zhi had never worked together, but there was a connection.
Initially, Su Chan had been slated for the female lead in Jiang Zhi’s movie, but due to Jin Song, the collaboration fell through, and then Lixiang replaced her.
In theory, with Su Chan’s stature, there was no need to settle for less.
“Did you approach her, or did she come to you?”
“It was her side’s initiative, expressing a desire to try out an antagonist role.”
Jiang Zhi pondered for a moment: “Arrange for an audition first.”
Xue Baoyi was surprised: “An audition?” Even as a buddy, he thought this guy was hard to please, “She is, after all, a film queen.” And initially the first choice for the female lead.
Jiang Zhi leaned back on the sofa: “My rules, is that a problem?”