"Come", Feng Jianyu took her hand in his as he pulled her gently towards the stairs through the empty living room.
Xiu Mei hesitated and looked at their clasped hands. Instinctively she wanted to pull off her hand out of his. But her hesitation lasted only for a few seconds. Feng Jianyu's hold was loose enough for her, allowing her to make her own decision about what she wanted to do. And that was when she let go off her thoughts to pull her hands out of his and leave them curled up in his.
She herself doesn't know what pushed her to make this decision. But while looking at their clasped hands, she noticed how small her hand was if compared to his big palm. It was giving her a sense of security, warmth, and love. His hands were calloused but his touch was gentle and warm, that was slowly melting her cold heart through his warmth.
Xiu Mei didn't utter a word as Feng Jianyu led her in front of his bedroom. There was an eerie silence in the corridor and she looked at him sharply, "Feng Jianyu, if you were so afraid to come back to your room alone, you could have asked for my help directly. What was the need for so much suspense and drama?"
He flicked her forehead, "Little chipmunk…. Don't overestimate yourself!"
"Ouchhh…." She rubbed her forehead and Feng Jianyu carefully lifted her chin up to check her forehead, "Really? Was my flick that hard?" He tried to rub the spot when Xiu Mei yanked his hand away, "Don't you dare flirt with me!" He chuckles at her comment.
"Thank God, you know that it's called flirting…." He leaned in closer to her, closing the distance between them and bent down to whisper in her ear seductively, "Does that mean my continuous efforts are working on you?"
It caused Xiu Mei to shiver and unconsciously she took a step back.
Feng Jianyu looks at her, giving his charming smile as he raised his right brow questionably. Lights from the ceiling were flashing over their head; Xiu Mei couldn't help but notice the contours of his face. He was too attractive! She had met her share of good-looking men like Xion, but Feng Jianyu was class apart.
God seemed to be in an extremely happy mood when he created this particular creature before sending him on earth.
She was gawking at him in a complete daze…
Feng Jianyu snapped his fingers to wake her up, "Mei??"
Xiu Mei jolted up from her dream and realized she had done something stupid and she felt embarrassed for it, 'God, Mei! How can you look at him like that? Yes… he looks good, but that doesn't mean you'll eat him alive with your eyes! Control yourself…. Remember, handsome face ugly heart!'
"No…. Your efforts are not working on me. Period" She turned her face away from his watchful eyes.
Feng Jianyu pondered for a moment and then he smirked before answering her, "Ok! Thanks for the feedback! I'll double… No… triple the efforts from now on"
Xiu Mei "…."
"I… I'm going back to my room, Goodni…" She tried to run away from the awkwardness but Feng Jianyu stopped her by holding her wrist, "Sorry! No more teasing! I promise!" He raised his hand in defeat.
Xiu Mei didn't utter a word, only nodded her head lightly. Feng Jianyu gave a wide grin and requested her, "Wait for me, I'll be right back" He turns the knob of his room to enter but turns once more to look at her, "Please don't run away, Mei. I have a solution for our problem" She looked up at him in a query, but before that, he had entered inside the room.
Five minutes later, Feng Jianyu came back holding a big wooden box. "Thanks for not running away" he placed a gentle hand on her cheek.
Xiu Mei's heart skipped the beat the moment her eyesight fell on the wooden box. It didn't take her a single extra second to recognize it.
Suddenly she felt herself being forced to relive her past memories, unknowingly her body stiffened as if bracing the soldier to face the battlefield.
This beautifully carved wooden box was nothing but a channel connecting her worst memories, the ones that were traumatic enough to leave a permanent scar on her heart. To the worst, this box is the coffin of Alice's feelings passed on to Feng Jianyu.
Cold beads of sweat glistened on her furrowed brows. She clenched her fists tightly, until her nails dugs into the palm of her hand, but her body was numb towards any pain. The only thing she could feel right now is the sound of her wildly beating heart against the cage of her chest.