Unpleasant (thanks jessica1986 for diamond gift)

  The person who was lying on the sofa just now has disappeared. Looking around suspiciously, the front door is closed, there's no noise in the bathroom, and the guest room door is ajar. After a moment of hesitation, I walked quickly towards my own room door. No matter what kind of test High Castle is giving me again, I don't want to pay attention to it. Tomorrow morning, I have to finish that propaganda painting.

  I stood still again as I pushed open the door and entered the bedroom.

  That person who was lying on the sofa just now is actually using my pillow, sleeping in my bed and covering himself with my quilt!

  She glared at the long figure lying horizontally on the bed for several minutes, unable to catch her breath. Her mind searched for ways to drive him away, but in the end, she chickened out. Sighing, she left her bedroom and walked into the adjacent guest room, standing in front of the door staring blankly at the neatly made bed for a while before climbing onto it to sleep, only to be surrounded by the familiar yet distinct scent of that person.

  Thinking gloomily: What an unpleasant night.

  It's not just an unpleasant night, but also a more annoying morning.

  When I felt the collapse beside me, I, who was used to sleeping lightly, immediately woke up with a start. Turning my head, I saw Gao Cheng sitting on the edge of the bed with an expressionless face, his dark eyes fixed on me, creating an eerie atmosphere.

  It was a good while before he spoke, so I had to ask: "What's wrong?" But then it was as if he'd said some sort of password, and he fell straight down onto the bed, his face turned towards me with his eyes closed quietly, breathing lightly.

  If I hadn't seen him making breakfast with his eyes closed earlier, I would have thought he was still in a state of three-quarters sleep. Otherwise, I might have been scared by his strange behavior. As I got out of bed from the other side, I muttered to myself: "I've really lost to him."

  It's just past six o'clock, and I've only slept for a little over three hours, but I don't have the heart to go back to bed. So I took out my painting tools in the living room and set up an easel, throwing myself into the promotional painting for the play. Because of last night's discussion, it was hard to focus, and when drawing the male and female leads' faces, Wu Yan and Yu Xiuping's faces would always flash back into my mind. When emotions took over, those feelings that had appeared in my thoughts before would emerge - loneliness, oppression, sadness, despair...

  A loud noise brought me back to reality from my detached mental space, and I turned my head to see Gao Cheng walking towards me with a dark face. When he reached my side, he lowered his eyes and stared at me: "Why did you sleep in my bed?"

  A black line on my forehead, I have the obligation to remind: "I'm very sorry, but someone took the liberty of walking into my bedroom, sleeping in my bed, and I don't have the habit of sleeping on the sofa, choosing to stay in the guest room instead. Then at 6:05 this morning, that ghost of a person broke into the guest room again, disturbing my sleep. So, it should be me asking you that question instead."

  Gao Cheng said with certainty, "You must have seen a ghost." He then turned around and walked slowly into the bathroom, closing the door heavily behind him. Having experienced his thick skin before, it was possible for him to do so, which was also astonishing to see.

  Before long, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom. Thinking back to last night, he slept "suddenly", as if he really didn't take a bath, but...

  A few minutes later, the door creaked with a knock. "You haven't taken your clothes, go get them." The tone was matter-of-fact. I treated it as wind in my ear and continued to focus on painting. Gao Cheng knocked on the door again, slightly raising his voice: "Xia Zhu?"

  I made up my mind to ignore him, who asked him to take a bath without clothes and point at me saying I'm possessed by a ghost. The ghost I see is actually him. Hearing the silence from the bathroom, I found it amusing. Later, he probably had to wear last night's dirty clothes to get clean ones and re-wash them again, which also relieved my irritability due to lack of sleep.

  As soon as the creaky door was pulled open, I was shocked stiff!